Bear in mind, I wrote this for English Composition class a long time ago...

*clears throat*

Sometime ago, the megaverse was very active. Which led to very little leisure time, evolved peoples caught up in a luxury cruise rotation.

As compromise, nay art, champagne was discovered. Which sank one too many ships, upsetting subspace like a recurring hiccup.

The effect was sub stellar: black holes spat out from untended sunspots, corralling baryonic matter and earning among sportscasters a wild new precedent of garish rivalry: light and its new sibling, the depths of unknown distended ruin.

The hydrogenous monopoly had begun. Stars clustered in too close, with free range about as common as free Wi-Fi.

An affable league of no nonsense was adopted, leaving ample, respectable distance between supermassive and starstuff. For a time. Life began again, now with sturdier, T0 diesel powered spaceships. Fuel depots had to be moved from the inner hub to the sparsest gas clouds a good megaparsec or two from minimum safe. For when black holes fed, large stockpiles, evidence of greed, was the first significant center of mass to be honed in on.

You thought Jupiter was a big guy, you never met his parents then. For 80 million years ago, w--

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