Several billion lightyears into dark matter, an enormous Egg-Sun loomed ahead. The cargo-ships jettisoned me from their warpstream and plunged onward at an even greater velocity, disappearing into the fiery corona. Would they ever reach that Egg-Sun? Would they ever penetrate Her event horizon of fossilized sexual heat? Could they withstand that fecund supergravity which surrounded Her, turning ordinary black holes rightside out and making whole galaxies shiver with orgasm? I knew I couldn't stand it, not yet at least. Better to stay out here for now, orbiting Her with these billions of other creatures basking in Her delightful Heat.