At last, Mika Furutsuki had finally found the fans she had searched eons for.
Paying no heed to the death-cries of the barely ambulatory lifeforms she had entertained for the last few years, she immediately switched her antimatter engine to maximum output, leaving a trail of nothingness in her wake.
And so the 62840th Generation Idol hurled herself towards the whispery voice. She passed the time pondering just what sort of beings were capable of not only observing but also
enjoying her past idol activities on Earth, a planet now many millions of lightyears away.
As she approached her destination, the whisper grew into a murmur and eventually a voice. Although she couldn't quite make out the words, much like a voice out of a dream, she was certain that it was a fan's voice, one that was overjoyed she was coming to host a concert. In fact, she could've sworn that that voice even sounded familiar.
However, she had discovered several millenia ago that her destination was a super-massive black hole, many millions of times the mass of Earth's former sun. At first, she assumed that it was some ultra-advanced civilization orbiting the outer event horizon, but she then discovered that it was somehow emitting from much further within that pitch-dark mass.
With her desire for a sentient audience outweighing her own sense of self-preservation, she adjusted her course and plunged head-first towards into the black hole. The dangers of this choice arise mainly from the area near the black hole's inner horizon. (Her planet-sized Noshim reactor allows her to maintain a barrier that protects her from more ordinary threats such as heat and tidal forces.) It is at this inner horizon that light trapped by gravity becomes weaponized, a radiant wall of warped space-time, incinerating anything that would dare pass through it.
Nonetheless, that was the least of the Idol's concerns at the moment. She was too preoccupied with planning her performance at this new venue. You see, she had never performed at a celestial body where touch, light, sound, hell even time were all meaningless.
After what felt like, and was likely, an eternity, the idol had finally reached her destination after crossing the inner horizon. Surprisingly, rather than a swift death when crossing the horizon, she only encountered a warm, nostalgic embrace, as if she had finally found her place in the universe. Furthermore, the once muddled voice, finally rang crystal clear in her mind. However, rather than a fan's voice, the Idol discovered that it was her own and it was softly telling her only one thing: "YOU'RE BREATHTAKING".
It was then that Mika realized that the meaning of an idol wasn't something given by an audience but taken by force from the universe. Or perhaps she was misinterpreting the effects of causality breaking down. In either case, I realized I'm shit at writing fanfics (this one's about [
j-novel.club]
Last and First Idol ) so I'll stop here.
This post has been edited by 프레이: Dec 23 2020, 14:05
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