So many slingshot pilots die young looking for immortality.
I’d become a celebrity—the first to slingshot past the Oort Cloud using only an assist from Jupiter.
This was to be my masterpiece: I’d use the black hole at Cygnus X-1 to propel myself to the next star system. It would take years, but I’d be moving so fast it’d only be months of subjective time.
But I missed. I miscalculated. I’m locked in orbit around the black hole and time slows to nothing. Trapped in an infinite moment, I see stars die and the universe fade around me. Immortal.