Trillions of years in the future: You are an advanced non-corporeal lifeform. The age of biological life was forgotten ages ago. But the problems of that time still plague life of this era. Most basic is the need for energy, and it is becoming increasingly scarce. The number of neutron stars and black holes in the universe is increasing, and ordinary stars are becoming sparsely separated. Finally, stars become so distant from one another that there is just enough time to travel from one to the next before they fizzle or go supernova. Life is forced to think two or three steps ahead, to ensure that they will always have another star to go to when the one they inhabit has reached the end of its life. But fate is closing and eventually catches up. You've had a good run, using advanced trajectories to maximize your path-length lifespan, moving from one star to another, extrapolating your path to nebulae that have not yet even coalesced into stars. But now there is nowhere to go. No more nebula lay ahead. There are only a few stars left that are within reach. A final choice is made and a Red Supergiant is chosen as the last destination for life of your kind.

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