Welcome To Hangspace. Welcome To My New Home

Welcome to Hangspace. Welcome to my new home.
This place, it is nowhere. It is infinitely large, yet so claustrophobic. The silence it

harbours is deafening. There is nothing here, but something.
As I sit here, watching the things pop in and out of existence, the fabric of time
itself is warped. These things, they are doing it, and they don’t even know. How
can they know, they aren’t anything, they are just things. As they come and go;
time is warped and folded. Eventually it folds back in on itself as yet another
thing pops in. This fold, it reaches back to before they came, and as this event has
already occurred, the things aren’t back there. And this never happened.
I didn’t mean to end up here you know, in this space in between. It’s like some
kind of completely empty void, yet it somehow is full and teeming with all kinds
of things, and not. I’m not really sure where it is but it’s there, just hanging
between two universes in parallel. It’s my own little prison, my purgatory, and
my limbo. Whatever you want to call it. I call it the hangspace.
It’s quite odd really, this hangspace. It was full of these things. I haven’t yet told
you what I’m referring to when I say things, and that’s is for one simple reason: I
don’t have the slightest clue. They were some sort of energy, and they were alive.
But they are gone. All of them. They disappeared in the folds time. I don’t know
where, to some other hangspace I presume.
It’s kind of a long story, how I came to end up here. But I gather I have the time,
after all, I’m not leaving anytime soon. I no longer reside on our sheet of space-
time, or any others for that matter. I’m in between with no way out.
Lets start at the very beginning? Okay.

As a kid I always had a fascination for science fiction, I absolutely loved reading
about space travel at velocities exceeding that of light itself.
I had a clear resolve, one main goal in life, and that was to contribute the field
that had kept me awake several nights just reading and thinking in awe about it. I
was going to be the first to invent a machine for FTL travel.
Jump cut.
17 years later, the year is now 2004, and I am leading a team of research
scientists and engineers.
Several theories had been formulated for moving particles faster that light, but
the one that caught our attention was one of the few that seemed even remotely
possible.
Wormhole Theory.
A wormhole is a hypothetical bridge from one point in space-time to another.
And the beauty of it is that with a wormhole, you don’t have to travel faster than
light to travel faster than light, if you get my drift.
We set about designing and build a machine that could manufacture a wormhole
on command. Our project ran over a full four years. Dubbed the “Slipway’, and at
the size of a large lecture theatre, our machine was complete.
The Slipway worked by accelerating particles to near light speed and colliding
them, in turn manufacturing new particles. Of these new particles one in
particular was what we needed, we named it the Pylon-A. This Pylon-A particle
had a lifespan just long enough for it to be transferred into another chamber that
had the ability to contain it. At the end of its lifespan, the Pylon-A decayed into a
flourish of pure energy.
The nature of energy given off by the death of the particle was exotic, nothing of
the likes we had ever seen before. This exotic energy pulse was captured and
focussed by the containing chamber. We used it to rip space-time.
Ta-Da, wormhole created.
Because we have the time, I might as well share with you why we called it the
Pylon-A. We all found it quite amusing when we first heard the name, so we
decided to roll with it. A pylon, as we both know, is a pillar that holds up a large
structure. Like a bridge. A bridge through space and time… Quite clever isn’t it?
Back to the story.

So when we powered up the Slipway, our very first wormhole came into
existence with a flash of Cherenkov radiation. And that was when our troubles
started. That’s what got me into this mess. You see, we had done all our
preliminary tests on inanimate objects, but never on anything living. With all the
laws and fanatics around that prevent testing on animals, there really was only
one option.
And as in all great scientific discoveries, we decided on a test subject.
The creator.
Myself.
We hooked up every single safety precaution that we could think of. Pressure
suit. Oxygen tanks. Lifelines. Heart rate monitor. Blood pressure sensor. Survival
Rations. First Aid Kit. GPS. Someone even threw in kids pool floaties as a joke.
I was ready.
We powered the Slipway up. Waited for the flash that signalled the wormhole
had been created. Then I went through.
The sensation of crossing between spaces was indescribable, so I won’t even try.
But it was amazing. One minute, I was in the lab. The next, I was somewhere else,
just floating there in space.
My friends back in the lab did some telemetrical calculations, and pinpointed me.
I had emerged from the slip about 40 clicks from the dark side of the moon. With
the wash of fluorescent light flowing through the slip from the lab, it was
illuminated. Not only was I the first human to travel faster than light, I was the
first to see the dark side of the moon. Mission success.
Forwarding through time, it is now three years after the first slip travel.
We had perfected an algorithm for determining and controlling the exit location
of the slip. We had implemented it several times, and all of the team were now
experience slip travellers.
Now that we had perfected travel, the government was showing interest. No
longer were we harmless kids playing with physics, we now had the potential
and ability to perform great heists. The government didn’t like that. What we
were doing wasn’t illegal, they couldn’t shut us down. So they recruited us. From
that point onwards, we were no longer a small and unknown team of scientists,
we were the SWERU. The SlipWay Emergency Response Unit. We were the go to
people when something that had a difficult solution happened. From natural
disasters to hostage situations, we were the guys to call.
The National Aeronautics and Space Administration had purchased a license

from us to use our technology. We charged them buckets of money for this; after
all, we were saving them what they paid us every time they launched four
spacecraft. We used this money to establish bases all over the world and employ
new staff. We were now the ISWERU, or the International Slips for short.
Another few years later, and after several successful missions, NASA alerted us to
a small problem. Well the problem was small, but it was travelling towards earth
at 106000 km/h. So I guess you could say that the problem was getting bigger as
time went by.
Three weeks later, it hit.
By this time we had evacuated 70% of the earths population to another H-

congruent planet somewhere in another galaxy.
My team was the last to go through, just as the meteorite struck home.
Our generators were killed in the impact. The Slipway closed. I was only halfway
through when the wormhole collapsed in on itself. I was left here.
Welcome to Hangspace. Welcome to my new home.

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Welcome to Hangspace. Welcome to my new home.

This place, it is nowhere. It is infinitely large, yet so claustrophobic. The silence it

Lets start at the very beginning? Okay.

Back to the story.

The National Aeronautics and Space Administration had purchased a license

Three weeks later, it hit.

By this time we had evacuated 70% of the earths population to another H-

Welcome to Hangspace. Welcome to my new home.

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