Picture if you will a scientist plying his trade at one Columbia University. One David Kipping, astronomer.
A sparse little bush league man who feeds off his self delusions and finds himself perpetually hungry for want of greatness in his diet.
He searches for something to explain his hunger and to rationalize why a world passes him by without saluting.
The something he looks for and finds is in a remote corner of the cosmos, known as a black hole.
If given the chance he, aboard an interstellar spacecraft, points a laser at a gravity mirror aiming at a fast-moving black hole in a binary black hole system.
But with a surprised look on his face he finds himself pulled by the light of his own laser and into the black hole itself.
In his own twisted and distorted lexicon he calls it fate, strength, truth.
But in just a moment this scientist will ply his trade on another kind of corner.
A strange intersection in a shadowland called the Twilight Zone.
You called this con artist playing astrophysicist out and well. Reading this article on Binary Black Holes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binary_black_hole
leads me to believe if you aren’t there at the exact moment of convergence you’re out of luck. Not only would you have to be on station for that moment you’d need computational power and fantastically more durable materials than we can even envision at this time. But without ideas and imagination we don’t progress.