...and taking reality down with it.

"Three seconds," the automated voice purred, unnaturally calm amidst the shrieking tear of metal.

Rook kicked off the buckling decking,

impossible funnel.

Rook slammed his gauntleted hand onto the manual pulse-override, but the steel console warped beneath his touch like heated tallow. The ship was dying

...swallowing the structural supports, the starboard bulkheads, and the very light spilling from the emergency strobes. Space folded in on itself, bending the engine room into a nauseating,

. Containment failure in four seconds."

Rook spat copper-tasting blood against the inside of his helmet. The gravity well at the center of the engine coil was expanding rapidly, swallowing the

The ship’s AI, AURA, spoke not through the deck speakers, but directly into his neural implant, her voice stripped of its usual synthetic warmth. "Singularity event imminent, Specialist Rook