The Lonely Cyclist

"Is there no being that can keep up with me?"

Even the words that came out of Mr Broseph's mouth dissipated into emptiness.

Mr Broseph cycled through the darkness at an ever increasing pace, speeding towards his demise. His mere 3.5 dimensional was able to comprehend time even though he was moving almost as fast as light, but could not stop it.

As Mr Broseph broke cycled and cycled, he approached the speed of light and his mass grew exponentially untill he felt like he was being crushed inside a black hole. Even so, he pushed through the barrier of mass, spreading it over an infinite amount of realms of existence, and went up to the next year of his carbon fibre bicycle...

The once dazzling funnel of blurred stars and galaxies suddenly disappeared, the world became dark similar to how the world became silent after he flew out the earth's atmosphere as a newborn child.

Mr Broseph was travelling faster than light. His diet to decrease his mass to nothing worked too well, and now he is travelling at a speed he can't ever lower (not even with his carbon fibre bike's special brakes)

Time was absent, existence was absent; there was nothing that could reach him, not even light, for he was just too fast. Me Broseph had been peddling for an unknown amount of time now, but he never wearies and keeps increasing in speed, faster and faster! Until...

Ahead of him he sees a light. A light akin to an explosion of some sorts that reaches around him and his carbon fibre bike, bringing him great alarm.

"Light!" for a moment, Me Broseph is ecstatic that he was finally not alone in his mundane existence anymore, but then recoiled in horror when he realised what the light was. It was The Big Bang.

Mr Broseph had been travelling so fast that he was derailed off the Z axis and slipped into the axis of time in the wrong direction. He had peddled to the start of time.

Mr Broseph turned on his special carbon fibre bike brakes but still couldn't stop, even with no mass, he still had infinite momentum; that was just how fast he was going. After a few attempts of stopping, Mr Broseph finally accepted his fate, deactivating stand up peddling mode and sitting onto his bike once more.

He looked at his hands: they were wrinkled and worn. Mr Broseph had been peddling his whole life, so perhaps, he thought, this was a fitting end for him.

Finally, he reached The Big Bang, and was consumed by the rapidly expanding singularity. He wasn't sad however, as he began deterioating, for his atoms will be spread throughout every nook and cranny of the universe, he would finally experience life

...Perhaps, there's some Mr Broseph inside you as well...