One solution to any problem is killing everybody. I wonder how many times that`s happened?

　　Zarkona, Empress of the 8 Zillionth Reality.

　　Some Time Later, or before, maybe... - Fox - Space

　　I`m almost at the Impossible Party. Floating near the annihilation line of an interstellar catastrophe.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

　　I pull my Fresh Start pump out of my pocket. Flick it over the line. It`s crushed immediately. Fuck you, life prolonging miracle. The drugs in my system will be consumed quickly. I may have a few pain free moments before I die.

　　Trillions of spaceships, robots, and robot spaceships orbit just outside the annihilation line. Waiting to scoop up neutronium ejected from the collision. One of them, a hulking neutronium robot, gently touches my shoulder.

　　"Don`t do it, friend. I`ve seen billions die trying. Even if you don`t die, they`re all assholes down there. It`s a better life on this side of the line."

　　"Thanks Robo-Dude. But I have responsibilities on the other side." I say. "Also, I wouldn`t put too much faith in this annihilation line. You may want to back up."

　　I gently fist bump his ancient claw. There`s good people in the universe. I cross the line.