"Would it be any easier to get out of a cornucopion than out of a black hole?"
"Not here it wouldn't be. Once our information leaves our universe it stays gone."
"What do you mean 'not here'? Is there a loophole if it gets moved someplace else?"
"Well, if it could be bounced past the Big Crunch and the next Big Bang and wind up in our successor universe its contents might be accessible. We only know for sure that they're barred from release in this universe."
"Sounds like a long wait."
"You never know what time will be doing in a place like that, though. Or this."
"It's been interesting knowing you, Nik. I'll give you that."
"You, too, Jeremy. Now I don't know whether to tell you to open your sensory channels to the fullest or to shut them down as far as you can."
"Why? Or why not?"
"I can feel the explosion coming on."
There followed an intense sensation of white light which seemed to go on and on and on until Jeremy felt himself slipping away. He straggled to retain his coherency, hoped he was succeeding.
Slowly, he became aware that he inhabited a vast library, bookshelves sweeping off in either direction, periodically pierced by cross-corridors.
"Where are we?" he finally asked.
"I was able to create a compelling metaphor, allowing you to coordinate your situation," Nik replied. "This is the cornucopion within which all of the information is stored. We inhabit a bookshelf ourselves. I gave you a nice blue leather cover, embossed, hubbed spine."
"Thanks. What do we do now, to pass the time?"
"I think we should be able to establish contact with the others. We can start reading them."
"I'll try. I hope they're interesting. How do we know whether we've made it into the next universe and freedom?"
"Hopefully, somebody will stop by to check us out."
Jeremy extended his consciousness to a smart red volume across the way.
"Hello," he said. "You are ...?"
"History," the other stated. "And yourself?"
"Autobiography," Jeremy replied. "You know, we're going to need a catalogue, so we can leave a Recommended Reading List on top."
"What's that?"
"I'll write it myself," he said. "Let's get acquainted."