Lizarnalysis ------------ The fine, metal strands of the cylinder's walls shimmered in the void. A thin, ring-shaped structure stretching through the depths of space for countless light years, hastily constructed by the forming of quantum filaments into more or less solid matter. The entire complex neither terribly elegant nor built to last, barely providing containment for the untold volumes of liquid pumping through it, but still managing to route it toward its intended target, despite the leaks all around its diameter gradually pulling the gaps between the outer linings wider. From the outlets arranged on the inside of the ring spewed the frothy, white spray, twisting into concentric circles that swirled toward the immense well of gravity in the middle. Three deep, inky spheres of less than nothing wavered and pulsed, their outer rim shimmering with the light emanating from errant stars plunging into them and reflecting off of the floods. Just a few hours ago, the trio of black holes had been in the center of disparate galaxies, with vast distances between them. However, in their new role as the universe's most massive storage tanks, inundated with the untold deluge of seed spiraling into them, they had expanded across those reaches, devouring the surrounding clusters of planets, suns and space debris, now having become such ultramassive cosmic fixtures that they were at the brink of merging together. The tiny station embedded into the ring hummed and quivered, sitting at the epicenter of the extragalactic event. From its windows shone the multicolored light of countless diodes from number-crunching mainframes and pulsing screens with figures hunching over them, strained faces staring at the umpteenth attempt to get anything useful out of the situation. From the labs on the outer edges over the terminals at the spires on top and bottom to the observation ring around the central chamber, the exhaustion was palpable, but the adrenaline kept them as alert as could be. Another concerted shot at even getting to the first step of their endeavor failing as all the others did before them, a flicker signifying the next core system reset. A fist thumping onto the metal desk. The monitors embedded into the console springing back to life, immediately filling with the taunting warnings that were of no more use than they had ever been. Triple singularity overload, their confluence imminent, gravitational pull significantly beyond the intended strength. The station's material strain far exceeding valid bounds, another deck evacuating as the hull deformation threatened a depressurizing breach, the machinery inside set to remote access mode as the entrances sealed up. Fatal sensoric failure all across the board, perpetually inundated by inputs way above their maximum range, totally thrown from all sensible calibration to the point where they couldn't even produce a sane reading in a vacuum. Fingers dug into the arm rests in frustration. Every measurement they'd taken had concluded in utter nonsense. The volumetrics were unmitigably inconsistent on the face of it, despite preparing what they were dealing with. Even just taking a singular sample in the finest resolution available gave completely bogus results, incongruent down to the the most foundational universal constants. Glassy eyes rose from the console and looked through the fogged-up window. Rust dripping from the rafters reinforcing the chamber, the heavy metal rivets holding them in place tainted by blisters of oxidation. Wires wavered in the weightlessness, strung up to the pair of purple spheres in the center of the large compartment. The bright, blue glow of the hexagonal, scale-tight sensors flaring up so much that jagged, fractal lines emanated across the surrounding scales. His potential had far surpassed their greatest expectations, yet it seemed like with every attempt, they only got further from harnessing this endless power source. Their initial efforts already in vain, with their current ones far beneath that. Vincent crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back into the coziness of the cleft between his balls. The frills around his face and neck folding forward slightly, the light-colored surface shimmering with the surrounding glow. He sighed, the steam billowing from his rumbling sack swirling in his breath. The dense plumes of musk condensing on the metal of the broad pipe before him and running down as thick droplets, his crotch pressed right up against the inlet member affixed inside. The creaking of steel rivaled that of his flesh, the cylindrical structure straining from the volumes he was idly putting out, fingers furling as he continued to restrain himself as best he could to not bring his friends too much of an inconvenience. He grinned, happy that they'd set all this up just for him, such marvelous technologies they used to contain and comfort him, especially after he'd caused them so much trouble on his home world. Compared to the disintegrating tectonic plates and global ruptures shaking him through, this calm zero-G environment was simply infinitely better in every way. No complaints about his floods submerging continents, no satellites in the path of his spurts that he would accidentally take down, no civilizations that got upset at the weight of his nuts bending their planet out of shape and pushing it to the brink of losing all cohesion. But it wasn't perfect either. A little roiling caused them to swell up just a bit further, the straps around them straining by an inkling more. The dark, synthetic material pulled so thin that it was almost translucent, rubbery fibers snapping and abruptly letting his left orb swing freely. His teeth clenched and toes curled at the little jolt of pleasure that raced up his spine and down along his shaft all the way to the flaring tip. The deep, rumbling groan shook the entire station surrounding him, beams bending, screws unwinding from their sockets and girders tilting out of position. The pipe in front of him bulged out precariously, the meters-thick casing deforming from the forces unleashed behind. The perpetual blue glow tainted by red lights flashing up all around him, rapidly blinking as the already battered balance of his containment was shoved well beyond the furthest safety limits. His back arched as his hips bucked involuntarily, teeth gnashing as he tried his best to restrain himself to the best of his abilities, only letting a tiny dribble more leak out at most. The glass cracked at the edges. Digits dug a little deeper into the sides of their chair as the heat blasted into their face, steam billowing and condensed liquid seeping from the breaks in the window. On the other end of the chamber, they saw their colleages reactions. A mixture of activity flaring and ceasing up as panic and despair set in. Alarms began blaring, automated loudspeaker announcements yelling over one another in an incomprehensible mess. Monitors blinked brightly, inundating any onlookier with a barrage of useless messages overlaying and scrolling each other off-screen far faster than anyone could have read them. Behind the glass, rivets on the main outlet and the supplementary pipes burst straight from their firmly-bolted confines, thick liquid sputtering from the seems that widened worryingly fast. Wires pulling tight as the walls deformed, their softened insulation snapping all too easily, the sparks spraying from them traveling along the whirling wisps of the clouds inundating the air. The creaking groans of reshaping metal reverberated through the entire station losing its shape. Hull cracking open like an egg as the impossible forces from within twisted it around their relentless might. Commands being hollered at the top of searing lungs, yet still drowning out among the screeching sirens, incoherend, frienzied screams and the perpetually amplifying, deep, bassy roil. Bulky machinery bucking and reeling, sensors overloading so abruptly that they burned out in bright flares, the interconnected network of double backup core systems booting up and immediately crashing spectacularly, grinding the operation of the disintegrating station to a trembling, quaking halt. Not that there was much left for it to operate on, considering the subsequent escalation of the already precarious situation of their failed frilled lizard analysis. The metal ring deformed, its slim diameter bulging out to several times its intended width, rippling waves breaking through the surface and spewing into the void uncontrolled. The confines of the station unraveling, its outer walls splitting apart abruptly, the kinetic force unleashed upon it much more than the little sphere could take. The entire thing completely disappearing behind an apocalyptic burst of seed that far eclipsed all comprehension and measure, spurting forth at an outright impossible rate that made the physical constraints trying to bind it snapped at their metasic seams. The darkness of space inundated by the whirling white set to rapidly fill out its vacuum, the concentric swirls seeming comparatively paltry against the overwhelming detonation of the thick, dense spray. The trio of singularities shifting from their position for an instant, their combined gravitational pull all but infinitesimal before the rapids unleashed, quintupling the total mass of the universe in but the blink of an eye, with the following moments only multiplying that number exponentially. Until a minuscule dollop careened toward the black holes, making their unparalleled scale seem like an insignificant blip in comparison to the smallest fraction of the droplet broken off of a stray side-squirt of the cosmos-cracking blast. Completely engulfing them, overfilling the insatiable abysses, drowning them under but a tiny particule of the deluge set to flood reality from its foundations.