When the universe ended, not many people noticed.
To be frank, the original universe had not been fashionable for a couple of trillion years. Companies like Infernotech Megacorp and the Transtellar Food Company (which hadn't dealt in food commodities for over a billion years) had fashioned so many pocket universes - some themed, and some not - that the original had long been deserted. The whole heat death thing hadn't helped - who wanted to go to the trouble of harnessing black hole clusters for energy when you could just pop through a multiverse wormhole to a brand new universe with only a billion years on its clock?
There were the die-hards, of course. They piloted black holes for fun and reformatted the remaining matter into personal supergalaxies. They planned to eventually jump-start a new Big Bang; they'd be safely protected from reality behind quanto-singularity horizons. But, to be honest, most folks had moved on and corporeal existence was considered something of a faux pas in at least 17 universes. One universe, privately owned by an eccentric janitor, even prohibited the existence of matter by law; sadly, it's proscribed punishment of "death" merely confused everyone. That wasn't a concept anybody was familiar with other than some time-travelling historians who reported that everyone only lived short lifespans of a billion years or so back in the ancient past.
There was no end, and there never could be. The creation of new universes was an industry of mass-production now. There were more universes than there were people, and over half of them were infinite in size. Some folks liked to tinker with the laws of physics and set universes going for 15 billion years or so to see what happened.
To be frank, the original universe had not been fashionable for a couple of trillion years. Companies like Infernotech Megacorp and the Transtellar Food Company (which hadn't dealt in food commodities for over a billion years) had fashioned so many pocket universes - some themed, and some not - that the original had long been deserted. The whole heat death thing hadn't helped - who wanted to go to the trouble of harnessing black hole clusters for energy when you could just pop through a multiverse wormhole to a brand new universe with only a billion years on its clock?
There were the die-hards, of course. They piloted black holes for fun and reformatted the remaining matter into personal supergalaxies. They planned to eventually jump-start a new Big Bang; they'd be safely protected from reality behind quanto-singularity horizons. But, to be honest, most folks had moved on and corporeal existence was considered something of a faux pas in at least 17 universes. One universe, privately owned by an eccentric janitor, even prohibited the existence of matter by law; sadly, it's proscribed punishment of "death" merely confused everyone. That wasn't a concept anybody was familiar with other than some time-travelling historians who reported that everyone only lived short lifespans of a billion years or so back in the ancient past.
There was no end, and there never could be. The creation of new universes was an industry of mass-production now. There were more universes than there were people, and over half of them were infinite in size. Some folks liked to tinker with the laws of physics and set universes going for 15 billion years or so to see what happened.