He watched the distant stars scroll by slowly as he turned in weightless suspension. None of them were familiar, he had recognized no constellations in his minute here.
So this was the edge of the error range in that fundamental equation that lay at the heart of the teleportation device, he thought to himself. The engineers who built it were all confident that this possibility lay well beyond probability. But the physicists who’d dreamt it up, those wizards of matter and energy, knew it was there. As one of those physicists, he had known there was a chance that the blink, the instantaneous relocation, wouldn’t land him in Lab B, the intended target, but the promise of this technology that could open up all horizons and make every place reachable was too enticing.
That same miraculous insight that allowed the technology to work, the realization that, with the right manipulation, the universe could be tricked into thinking that each point in space was the same as any other, was also its greatest flaw. With the tremendous amount of energy, concentrated to densities well beyond natural phenomena, needed to focus the machine on the intended target, all it had taken, presumably, was a picosecond drop in that energy flow for the focus to be lost, and without focus, every single point in the universe became equally likely to be his destination as any other.
Of course, if he’d known that he’d end up marooned between the stars, far from any planet, far from any sun, in who knows what region of the galaxy, or what region of the universe, he would never have stepped into the departure chamber at Lab A. But here he was, and regrets are useless when there’s only three minutes of oxygen left. He forced himself to appreciate the peculiarity of the transportation method that required the departure chamber to be void of all matter but the payload, therefore necessitating that he make the trip in a sealed suit with its own oxygen supply, leaving him with a few precious breaths at the end of his life instead of having his last ripped from him in this deep vacuum of deep space.
Three minutes of fresh air left, he thought to himself, and then a few seconds of fading consciousness. And then? How long would his body drift in nowhere, radiating out his heat until it dropped to the universal 3 kelvins, and how long would his nearly absolutely frozen corpse hang, motionlessly falling, pinned to nothing, without anything at all to molest it? Perhaps it would remain mummified until the very last days of the universe, when the atoms themselves ultimately tired and fell apart.
Rescue, even if his lifeless corpse waited a trillion years, was impossible. Finding a fraction of a speck of a shaving from a needle in a haystack would be easier than finding him in the random spot in the universe that he’d been dropped.
He thought of his future there, buried between the stars, ascended to the heavens to endure eternally among the constellations. Did that make him like the mythological gods whose great deeds in life earned them a fixed place in the firmament? As the only solid matter in a space potentially greater than any galaxy, he was indeed by far the most powerful being in his realm, and certainly in comparison to any of the isolated helium nuclei he could call his neighbours he would be considered a god.
The god looked out at his world and the night that surrounded him. His night stayed; there was no Sun to warm his backside, as the Earth has, and no hope for a dawn. Only night that would pass away to yet more night as he rotated like a miniature planet.
But the Sun is just a star, special only for its proximity, and his world was filled with stars, none occluded by any planet. If night means being in the shadow of the Sun cast by your planet, then he would declare himself his own planet, and all the multitudinous stars shining on him his suns, thereby placing him in eternal day. It would be day more gloriously bountiful than the fleeting periods experienced by those still trapped on Earth. Not eternal night, but a miraculous uninterrupted teeming quantity of day!
Realizing his oxygen supply had depleted, he felt relieved to have come to terms with what he now knew was his fortunate fate.
One last thought touched his consciousness as it faded out: a billion billion sunrises every moment, and all of them utterly dim.