It wakes from its hypersleep, feeling the currents work their way through its system. The sky is dark, with just a single speck of light giving the being enough energy to awaken. The cosmos has grown so empty and cold, that it's entered a state of abeyance. The world around it was so unchanging that spending more than a few minutes of consciousness per decade would be redundant. It begins its next set of thoughts.
Light in the sky.
Warmth.
I am still alive.
I am still aware.
Memories of lifeform interaction 7 billion years ago.
Memories of how I should have not called them a "useless waste of quarks and gluons".
Pondering if I shall ever forget that moment, as they likely have.
Pondering if the hydrogen bar in XQ4-60319 is still accepting deliv-
"Hello? Hellooo? Terribly sorry to disturb you, but could you possibly lend us directions to the nearest black hole cluster? We need to get there in time for the emergence festival."
A large spacecraft, easily a mile wide, hovered just above its surface. The beings housed within the craft had heard fables of the Masteroids: huge, planetoid-sized collections of quantum entangled synapses, plasma nerves, and the collective mind of an entire species. When a species was facing imminent extinction, it was not uncommon for them to attempt to preserve their knowledge within a Masteroid, should a distant alien race stumble across it. These megastructures were mere myths to many, although as soon as one was rumored to be nearby, they knew the detour would be worthwhile.
They were said to possess nigh-infinite knowledge: the desires of matter, the regrets of space, the dreams of time. After all, each one was an entire civilization's collective intelligence, marinated for billions of years within a brine of fundamental uncertainty, and served to whomever was lucky enough to encounter one. The inhabitants of this ship, however, were not interested in the boundless information the Masteroid could provide. They'd already mastered their quasar drives, kugelblitz inhibitors, and were mere centuries away from possibly reversing entropy. Their one coin to toss into the celestial wishing well was branded with nothing more than a need for directions.