In a distant world some species has managed to build one and it has found a way to surpass the speed of light. Isn’t it obvious? Why else would stars be disappearing every year?
I do not allow it to affect my psychology. There will come a day when it finds our star and swallows us. But I was already to die forgotten in an old-age home soon enough. What matter if I am devoured by such a beast, the same way my ancestors were devoured by bears, wolves, tigers? Every predator encounters one greater.
There are people in government and laboratory, hurrying to build our own, in hopes that it can protect us. I have been asked to contribute my expertise to the mission, but I do not care to. If they succeed, in our moment of triumph our creation will doubtless devour us as well.
I much prefer my daily walks. Just last night I set out along the river. When I found an acceptable bench, I sat and looked up. I had to laugh. Ursa Major had disappeared. Is it not as I said? Every predator encounters one greater.
The above story is based on a prompt by Gavin Leech (CC license).
This ends my streak of weird stories. I hope you enjoyed them! The remainder for the year will be romances.