High Engineer could swear on his dick that black holes were not black.
From the perspective of photographs taken in space, a black hole was a black, circular depression surrounded by a ring of light.
From the perspective of a model, a black hole was a "cone," whose "tip" was the "singularity."
Once you entered the interior—the pitch-black place—it definitely was not completely dark.
In fact, the opposite was true: it was a sea of "light."
But this light was not a visual stimulus. It was formed by the massive temporal tides created by quantum fluctuations. The past, present, and future repeatedly intertwined within this "spacetime," forming all kinds of "light."
High Engineer had even seen the memories of his "previous life" within it.
They were the memories of ascension.
Tens of thousands of planetary mainframes completed their signal connections simultaneously. Liquid quantum light flowed throughout the galaxy, and every "ascension node" containing a collective consciousness blossomed with the radiance belonging to that group consciousness. The ascension machines he had created by selling countless adult books linked these "ascension nodes" together, forming one spacetime matrix after another.
In the end, all these matrices completely merged, transforming into a colossal radiance of spacetime. Carrying all the best-selling products—"virtual idols," "electronic companions," "AI wives," and so on—it leaped from reality into the virtual world, from the third dimension into the second, from the "present" into the "past," and into the "carrier of civilizational consciousness" that High Engineer had deliberately prepared in the past, completing the final ascension.
In truth, placing the carrier of civilizational consciousness at a "past node" was not particularly safe, because there were quite a few ascended civilizations that possessed spacetime technology.
Actually, the best option was still to place the carrier of civilizational consciousness inside an undiscovered "parallel