A long and heavy silence followed after the display's final image.
Liam stood in front of the holographic screen and said nothing. Lucy stood beside him and said nothing. The display cycled through its last rendered frame — the boundary of the darkness marked in red, still moving, the rate notation sitting in the lower right corner of the image in the array's clean notation.
Non-zero. Projected terminus: full universal extent.
He had read the words. He had processed the scale. But processing and understanding were different operations, and the full weight of what the array had shown him was still settling through layers of comprehension for him, finding the bottom of each one and continuing down.
