It seems like the crushing gravity would cause your farts and everything else to disintegrate and spaghettify. Jets of energy and gas would radiate from the poles of the rotating accretion disc. Tears in the rain? Meet farts in a black hole. Acoustic vibrations would create modes that annihilate and absorb frequency ranges in audible range. The “sounds would be torn apart”, so to speak. As you ignite and vaporize, the fart of your ignition would be sublimated entirely. Silent but deadly, maybe kith or maybe kin, we all join together at the gate of nothingness on the ocean of eternity. RIP. You would cease to exist.
Some of you could escape the Local Group accelerating towards the Great Attractor, but not in the Milky Way. Sag A* is silent. Eating in the dark.
But black hole mergers, hey, that hits different. When two black holes meet, they chirp. There is gap between frequency ranges, so you get an ascending pair of vibrations and a band gap between them as the inspiraling annihilates energetic forms. They tend to chirp in two ranges of frequencies, so, the cumulative sound of the black holes achieving some sort of acoustic harmonics would be two-toned sound, like a slide whistle or tub fart, bubble popping. Black holes are silent AND deadly alone.
But it’s not “your” sound that is made when a binary system interacts. It’s a collective expression denoted by the chirp mass of the binary system. The chirp mass of the merger reveals physical qualities of the two merging systems. Your farts would be indistinguishable from anything else happening in the black hole, because you would not be locally real.
It’s like using the shape of an ellipse to determine the axes. Sound Carrie’s information. This is what that fart in the black hole sounds like. Horribly cheery, really.
It sounds like a muffled, forced fart in a tub. The water is ice cold.
Full body release in a black hole is my new yoga pose.
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