Rocking At The End Of Time

The few remaining stars were already starting to fade and die when The Musician made his way to the last place, a ball of cold and barren rock in the endless darkness. In many ways, The Musician's entire life had been building moment, from the day they were born countless ages before. Discovering that they were immortal, unable to die no matter what they attempted, The Musician had put into affect a plan so simple that no one would have believed it was possible.

The custom-built Stellarcaster guitar fitted in The Musician's hands like a glove, its weight almost unnoticeable after so many years of practice. Fingers moved about with the ease of practice, tuning it perfectly. Each string were holograms made out of light and stressed gravity hands, and in the few test they had resonated perfectly with the dark-matter plectra, while the body was made out of neutronium with diamond inlays. It had cost untold fortunes to make, long ago when such things had been possible. But now, at the Dark Time when the universe itself was slowly grinding to down to die the final death of ultimate entropy.

The subspace amplifier hummed, sending out waves of resonance across all of creation as its output was turned all the way up to eleven. There was a momentary squeal of feedback, sending a handful of the remaining bloated stars into supernova, lighting up the darkness with one last blast of light. Finishing the tuning, The Musician took one last look around before turning to the microphone, one arm held high in silent salute to all of creation. A gage built into the microphone started to slowly sink down to zero; everything slowed to a crawl as a sawed clad foot started to tap out the beet, each note seeming to take an age.

“Ah one-two, ah one-two-three-four!” A voice, still strangely soft after so long, spoke softly as the raised arm came down with the slow inevitability of glacial shift, the plectra held tightly, glittering in the last remaining hints of sunlight. All of time and space seemed to hold its breath as the two met, the amp turning the signal into pure noise and light...

The Beginning

“And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.
And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
Genesis 1:5