"What is that?"
"What is what?"
"That."
Twitch of twin appendages, small smile, wink.
"Would you like to see?"
"Am I allowed to?"
"Of course, you are."
Blush, stammer, firm nod.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"A thousand times yes."
Grin, switching on levers, pushing buttons.
The machine hums and lives.
Swirling, whooshing, thrumming.
The appearance of nothingness.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"What do you think it is?"
"That's… that's a black hole!"
Nod, fist in triumph, pull a lever.
"With this, I can create synthetic black holes!"
"But what about-"
The black hole grows.
Light fades as everything turns to dark.
"Your love for me was like a black hole."