Chapter 1: The Descent into the White Hole
The spaceship trembled violently as it approached the event horizon of the white hole. Rahul, along with his four crewmates, held their breath as the overwhelming pull distorted their surroundings. The light bent in impossible ways, space itself folding like a crumpled sheet of paper. Instruments flickered, alarms blared, and then—
Silence.
Rahul felt his consciousness detach, his mind spiraling through an endless void. And then, suddenly, he woke up.
A blinding white light surrounded him, pulsating like a living entity. His heart pounded against his chest as he tried to adjust his vision. He was supposed to be in his spaceship, along with the four other crew members. But now—he was alone.
The control panels flickered erratically, as if struggling to maintain their existence. He stumbled forward, gasping for breath. The air was cold, sterile, untouched. He rushed toward the chambers where his team should have been.
Empty.
No bodies, no signs of life. Not even a trace that they had ever existed.
Panic gripped him. He tried the communication console, but the screen glitched, displaying a strange static. Then suddenly, the screen in front of him lit up. A video clip began playing.
Chapter 2: Subconscious Universes
On the screen, Earth appeared. Lush green landscapes, clear blue skies—an image of a perfect world. A moment later, a man appeared, talking to an AI interface.
"Deoxy, let me tell you a story," the man said. It was Rahul.
Rahul's breath caught in his throat. How was this possible? He watched as his recorded self narrated everything that had happened—the white hole, the alternate subconscious worlds, the five members trapped in their own realities.
Each crew member had been projected into their own subconscious universes, living lives fabricated by their minds. They had unknowingly shaped their realities within the white hole, disconnected from one another.
But there was a fail-safe. A trigger.
If all five of them were to reunite simultaneously within their subconscious worlds, the illusion would shatter, and they would regain awareness. But before that—
They would remain trapped in an endless cycle.
Chapter 3: The Illusions and the Deja Vu Effect
Rahul staggered backward. His mind raced through memories—were they even real? Were the people he had known, the experiences he had lived, all fabrications of an ever-repeating cycle?
Suddenly, the ship around him flickered. The white light pulsed erratically, and for a brief moment, he saw them—his crew members. Standing there, frozen in time.
He rushed toward them, calling their names. But the moment his hand reached out, they disappeared. Like shadows in a dream.
Illusions. Echoes of a past that may never have existed.
Every time a member unknowingly encountered another within their fabricated reality, the universe would shift. Deja vu. Glimpses of the real world. But incomplete. Until all five were together, the mind would never awaken fully.
Chapter 4: The Final Loop
The ship began to shake. The monitors flashed a warning—White Hole Singularity Reaching Critical Mass.
Rahul turned back to the screen. His own face stared at him, eyes filled with an eerie understanding.
"This is where you wake up, Rahul."
The words weren't his own. They came from the screen, from his own mouth—but he had never spoken them before.
"What…?" Rahul whispered, but before he could react, everything collapsed into blinding white.
And then, just like that—
Chapter 5: The Reset
Rahul slowly opened his eyes.
A blinding white light surrounded him, pulsating like a living entity. His heart pounded against his chest as he tried to adjust his vision. He was supposed to be in his spaceship, along with the four other crew members. But now—he was alone.
The control panels flickered erratically, as if struggling to maintain their existence. He stumbled forward, gasping for breath. The air was cold, sterile, untouched. He rushed toward the chambers where his team should have been.
Empty.
No bodies, no signs of life. Not even a trace that they had ever existed.
The screen in front of him lit up. A video clip began playing.
On the screen, Earth appeared. Lush green landscapes, clear blue skies—an image of a perfect world. A moment later, a man appeared, talking to an AI interface.
"Deoxy, let me tell you a story," the man said. It was Rahul.
Final Thought
This story explores the idea of AI-driven reality loops, subconscious entrapment, and the illusion of free will. Rahul is real—but his experiences keep being rewritten by Deoxy's processing. The deeper question remains:
Can the loop ever be broken?