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This is the story of a distant world and a minority of over emotional and irrational beings. Members of this hapless race were known as krylobs. The rest of the world was populated by intellectuals called psinichts, who sought to evolve the world into a technological Garden of Eden. They were far from reaching their goal. The primary gripe of the krylobs was that, with all the work being done, there was little to no time for the expression of feelings and artistic endeavors. To them, technology represented a war against life and a takeover by automation and robots. Call them the Amish of their world. Most of the krylobs urged their elders to organize a mass emigration. However there was one problem in that, just about every planet in the known galaxy had been colonized by the psinichts. If the krylob population wanted to start a new life on another planet, they would ultimately end up back where they started. Because they were not the brightest race, they had difficulties in coming up with alternative approaches. After several years of silent angst, one little krylob presented an idea. Like most of the krylobs' ideas, it was promptly condemned by the more learned psinichts. The idea was based on an earlier krylobian theory that black holes were traversable doorways into other universes. This theory had inspired many krylobs to write songs and poetry but had never been considered a viable subject. Until now. The krylob elders met together soon after and pooled funds to purchase a large space vessel from a psinichtan shipyard. After minimal planning and much ceremony, the krylobs gathered their meager belongings and piled into the hull of the ship. For the first time ever, a semi-sentient being was going to attempt to enter a black hole. The journey was rough and horrendous. Food stores became infested with insectile gignaps, living conditions were intolerable and overly cramped, and with four weeks of travel left, the nitrogen supply was running frighteningly low. For days at a time, the ship would enter a nebula and become desperately lost in foreign systems. At last they approached their destination. Cheers rose from every deck and krylobs, both young and old, burst into simultaneous song. The purple florescence of the event horizon wisped through the port holes. There was a shudder and a shriek of alloy as the ship was brought in to bear on the hole's center. Excited chatter echoed in every corridor as the engines roared and the vessel lurched forward. There was a sharp, "CRAAA-ACK!" at the event horizon and with in seconds, a lifetime of hope was crushed into oblivion.