wormhole.
Cooper realized he was holding his breath, waiting for some sort of impact, but of course there was nothing there to hit. Instead they simply crossed into it, and suddenly the Endurance was part of the distortion, its warped reflection coming towards them, passing through itself.
And the universe turned inside out.
Distorted images of space-time seemed to run off in every direction, Romilly’s paper bending not in three dimensions but in five, and it was happening at an ever-increasing speed, so everything was rushing by, accelerating at a dizzying pace. For the moment the Endurance seemed to be withstanding the elemental forces that lay beyond the hull. Cooper hoped it would stay that way.
He tried to grasp what it was his eyes were reporting. His brain told him they were racing along a sort of wall, a wall of stars and galaxies and nebulae streaking past at immense speeds. But if he shifted his gaze, it seemed more like a tunnel, albeit one that billowed out in the distance. He thought he could see an end to it, and yet that end didn’t seem to be getting any closer, as if it was withdrawing from them even more quickly than they rocketed toward it.
It was the most incredible thing Cooper had ever experienced, and like nothing he ever had or could have imagined. He wasn’t even sure he was going to be able to describe it later. But for now…
He looked down at his instruments. They were inert.
There was nothing there.
“They won’t help you in here,” Doyle said. “We’re cutting through the bulk, the space beyond our three dimensions.” He checked his own instruments. “All we can do is record and observe,” he concluded.
* * *
Back in the ring module Brand saw a sudden apparent ripple in the air itself, which swiftly multiplied into an undulating distortion inside the ship.
Bending toward her.
Moving.
“What is that?” Romilly gasped.
It was something of a relief to know that he saw it too.
She watched the distortion come, fascinated. It didn’t even occur to her to move. There was form there.
“I think…” she murmured, “I think it’s them .”
“Distorting space-time?” Romilly said.
Brand reached toward it.
“Don’t!” Romilly warned, as it touched her, and her hand began to ripple; like the air, like the wormhole. But she felt nothing, no pain.
Nothing but delight.
* * *
In the Ranger, Cooper saw they were at last reaching the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet it wasn’t one light, but many : star clusters and nebulae, galaxies and pulsars all getting closer and larger very quickly, much too quickly, impossibly fast…
And then they were out, the illusion of three dimensions snapping back into being, the rest of it folding away into the magical secret doors of the universe. It was sort of like watching a real person suddenly become a flat snapshot on paper. The image was recognizable, but depth and time—and the motion that time made possible—were all missing.
Only he didn’t have the words for what was missing now, or even the concepts that the words might identify.
On the console, the instruments suddenly came back to life now that there was something for them to sense—something to which they could react.
Cooper brought his eyes up again, and stared, awestruck to his core.
“We’re—here,” Doyle said.
* * *
Brand’s fingers were back to normal. The distortion was gone. But she kept staring at them.
“What was that?” Romilly asked her.
She touched her hand, remembering the presence, the sentience she had felt, out of phase, in different dimensions, but sharing the same space.
“The first handshake,” she replied.
SEVENTEEN
Earth’s sun was nowhere near the center of its galaxy, but was in a hinterland nearer the edge of it, where the stars were thin and distant from one another—a lonely house on a great plain.
Certainly not a condo in the city.
This place, this sky beyond the wormhole, this was more like New York. Or Chicago,
Cooper realized he was holding his breath, waiting for some sort of impact, but of course there was nothing there to hit. Instead they simply crossed into it, and suddenly the Endurance was part of the distortion, its warped reflection coming towards them, passing through itself.
And the universe turned inside out.
Distorted images of space-time seemed to run off in every direction, Romilly’s paper bending not in three dimensions but in five, and it was happening at an ever-increasing speed, so everything was rushing by, accelerating at a dizzying pace. For the moment the Endurance seemed to be withstanding the elemental forces that lay beyond the hull. Cooper hoped it would stay that way.
He tried to grasp what it was his eyes were reporting. His brain told him they were racing along a sort of wall, a wall of stars and galaxies and nebulae streaking past at immense speeds. But if he shifted his gaze, it seemed more like a tunnel, albeit one that billowed out in the distance. He thought he could see an end to it, and yet that end didn’t seem to be getting any closer, as if it was withdrawing from them even more quickly than they rocketed toward it.
It was the most incredible thing Cooper had ever experienced, and like nothing he ever had or could have imagined. He wasn’t even sure he was going to be able to describe it later. But for now…
He looked down at his instruments. They were inert.
There was nothing there.
“They won’t help you in here,” Doyle said. “We’re cutting through the bulk, the space beyond our three dimensions.” He checked his own instruments. “All we can do is record and observe,” he concluded.
* * *
Back in the ring module Brand saw a sudden apparent ripple in the air itself, which swiftly multiplied into an undulating distortion inside the ship.
Bending toward her.
Moving.
“What is that?” Romilly gasped.
It was something of a relief to know that he saw it too.
She watched the distortion come, fascinated. It didn’t even occur to her to move. There was form there.
“I think…” she murmured, “I think it’s them .”
“Distorting space-time?” Romilly said.
Brand reached toward it.
“Don’t!” Romilly warned, as it touched her, and her hand began to ripple; like the air, like the wormhole. But she felt nothing, no pain.
Nothing but delight.
* * *
In the Ranger, Cooper saw they were at last reaching the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet it wasn’t one light, but many : star clusters and nebulae, galaxies and pulsars all getting closer and larger very quickly, much too quickly, impossibly fast…
And then they were out, the illusion of three dimensions snapping back into being, the rest of it folding away into the magical secret doors of the universe. It was sort of like watching a real person suddenly become a flat snapshot on paper. The image was recognizable, but depth and time—and the motion that time made possible—were all missing.
Only he didn’t have the words for what was missing now, or even the concepts that the words might identify.
On the console, the instruments suddenly came back to life now that there was something for them to sense—something to which they could react.
Cooper brought his eyes up again, and stared, awestruck to his core.
“We’re—here,” Doyle said.
* * *
Brand’s fingers were back to normal. The distortion was gone. But she kept staring at them.
“What was that?” Romilly asked her.
She touched her hand, remembering the presence, the sentience she had felt, out of phase, in different dimensions, but sharing the same space.
“The first handshake,” she replied.
SEVENTEEN
Earth’s sun was nowhere near the center of its galaxy, but was in a hinterland nearer the edge of it, where the stars were thin and distant from one another—a lonely house on a great plain.
Certainly not a condo in the city.
This place, this sky beyond the wormhole, this was more like New York. Or Chicago,
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