I had done all the heavy lifting before this moment; essentially, we had already put the White Spot to the test. It seemed stable enough to not crush any of the objects we sent through, given their readings never fully disappeared, although none of the video equipment we sent through seemed to work. I looked at Rin after making sure Mojo was alright.
"He is good; vitals are stable, and the equipment works as we had intended. Let's send him through."
Rin looked apprehensive as she turned on some of the data-collecting technology. Some of the other scientists were running around to make some last-minute safety preparations. Rin basically handled these amateurs herself; I don't really care about the riff-raff. Rin called out, "Are you sure it's safe for you to be that close?"
I laughed. "If Mojo is going inside, the least I can do is be close to the entrance. I want to see the marvel of this experiment as close as possible!"
Rin gave me a nervous look before she pulled a lever, releasing White Spot from its containment. The air began to hum next to me; the light it emitted almost blinded me. My heart rate sped up, and I gulped; this was it, the culmination of all my research was right here. I wanted to laugh, but I held back my excitement until after the experiment. Rin called out, "Dr. Aizawa, the preparations are complete. One last time, are you ready?"
I yelled back up at her, "Ready as I can be!"
Finally, she pulled the final switch, the one that would turn Mojo's suit from dormant to activated. It was true that I wanted to be down here, but I also needed to make sure that Mojo himself went into White Spot. I brought out his favorite toy, a tiny little bandana with the company's symbol on it. He liked to wear it for whatever reason, and I knew he would follow it if I threw it into White Spot. I smiled at Mojo briefly; he had always been a well-behaved chimpanzee, and now he would be leading humanity forward. I felt like a father sending off his child to school for the first time.
I muttered, "Mojo, bring your father success."
Mojo didn't respond; he seemed to be staring at White Spot, mesmerized.
I waved the bandana at Mojo; his eyes seemed to light up as he moved closer to me on the launch pad. I smiled. "Alright, Rin, let the experiment begin." I smiled at Mojo. "Fetch, boy!" I threw the bandana towards White Spot; a popping sound came through the crack, and the bandana was gone. However, something unexpected occurred; Mojo wasn't moving; he just stared ahead. That was weird. "Mojo, what's wrong, boy?"
As I approached, the worst possible thing happened; I tried to comfort Mojo, but he wasn't having it. Mojo pushed me away towards White Spot, and I lost my balance; I fell backward towards the crack. No way. This can't be happening; I can't die here; I haven't done anything yet. I tried to steady myself, but all I heard in front of me was Mojo freaking out, and Rin screaming from above on the platform.
I fell into White Spot; my heart rate jumped up as I plunged backward into the abyss. I expected my body to fall apart. However, that never happened; I felt tingling all over, and I felt my sense of reality shift many times over and over. I felt like I was falling, and yet the impact never came; my face and body felt like they were in many places at once. Something else was vibrating too, something that I figured out was my own voice; I was screaming.
As I descended into the depths of White Spot, the world around me twisted and contorted in ways that defied comprehension. The tingling sensation intensified, and my senses were bombarded by a cacophony of colors and sounds. It felt as though I were hurtling through a cosmic kaleidoscope, each moment bringing a new and unimaginable facet of existence. My own screams echoed in the strange space, reverberating with an otherworldly quality. The boundaries between my physical form and the surroundings blurred, and I could feel myself stretched across the surreal landscape of White Spot. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, as if I had become a mere ripple in the fabric of reality.
Amidst the chaos, I could still hear Mojo's distressed cries echoing somewhere in the distance. His reactions seemed intertwined with the very fabric of White Spot itself. I called out to him, but my voice seemed to scatter into the cosmic void, only to be swallowed by the ever-shifting environment. After what seemed like an eternity, the feeling of falling stopped, and I could no longer hear Mojo crying. I appeared to have landed somewhere; it was dark, and surprisingly, my arm hurt a little from the fall, but I wasn't badly damaged. The ground was cold; I couldn't put my finger on what kind of material it was, likely the ground was made of something I couldn't understand.
My eyes saw nothing in the black expanse. I muttered, "Time."
Vice responded back, "Error."
I figured this was why our videos never caught anything; this space is separate from Earth. There were some things I could do offline, though. I muttered, "Sight."
My glasses glowed; they had a night vision feature, something I invented for commercial use. I could see in the dark; here I would be happy if the sight in front of me didn't send chills down my spine. I cursed out loud, "You've got to be kidding me."
The path in front of me was like a chaotic tapestry of swirling darkness and patterns, a cosmic dance that defied the laws of nature. The very fabric of reality seemed to twist and contort, forming intricate shapes that hinted at dimensions beyond human comprehension. It was both mesmerizing and disconcerting, a visual manifestation of the uncharted territory I found myself in.
I walked forward; each step made me dizzy. This was not a place humans were supposed to set foot. After walking a little bit, I threw up. I couldn't help it; my stomach couldn't handle this dimension. I needed to get the hell out of here soon, or else I could be in serious trouble. At the very least, I had thrown up everything in my stomach. I kept walking, still dizzy, as the ground seemed to shift and distort. I felt like I was moving upwards, downwards, left, and right all at the same time. The air hummed with a strange resonance, creating an unsettling symphony that accompanied me on this journey into the unknown. It was as if the very essence of White Spot pulsed with an energy that transcended the boundaries of conventional understanding.
Despite the disconcerting nature of the space, a scientific curiosity burned within me. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer complexity and unpredictability of the environment I was navigating. This was a realm untouched by the rules and constraints of Earth, a canvas painted with the raw essence of the universe. I had a funny feeling Mojo's suit that I made was never ready for something like this. Not that it would have killed him, but surely it wouldn't have helped with the distortion that was so suffocating here. What surprised me more was that I could even survive here; this place wasn't as lethal as I thought it would be. How is there air? How has gravity not crushed me? How can the temperature be livable?
All these questions burned in my mind as I explored deeper into the cosmic maze. As I stumbled forward, I noticed there were no walls here. The ground felt as hard as rock, but at the same time malleable. I looked up and noticed there was no ceiling. I had a theory; this must be some type of tunnel. A tunnel, perhaps in space-time, but where was it leading me? Something was on the ground up ahead; what was it? It was a faint orange color; I picked it up. I recognized it as the bandana I had thrown into the White Spot; I guess it had landed here, but why? I had traveled at least 20 minutes into the void, so why had it landed so much further ahead? As I walked, I began to notice more objects that I had thrown into White Spot. A camera, a rubber duck, a soccer ball, and a brick.
Nothing substantial; all of these objects were meant to test the inside of White Spot, but we never really gained much from sending them into the void. The objects in question didn't seem to have any changes to them. I decided to at least put the camera inside my lab coat. Who knows when stuff like this could be useful. It seemed to at least have some function left, although the lens was cracked a little. I kept moving on for what seemed like hours; my feet began to hurt as I walked. Fear began to set in; was this place ever-expanding? Would I be trapped in here forever?
Finally, as I explored, I stopped in my tracks; something ahead of me was glowing; my breath caught in my throat. The glasses let me see it; something was moving along the ground on all fours; it seemed to be sniffing the ground. Its red eyes pierced the darkness like a light; it appeared to have night vision. Shit, if it was alive, that made it potentially dangerous; I had to either hide or get ready to fight. The creature's snarls echoed, creating a dissonant melody in the surreal void. I weighed my options, knowing that the next moments would determine whether I'd escape this cosmic maze unscathed.