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// Rubric 
// Story: Ad-absurdum 
// by jaked122 
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The universe collapses into a singularity. I hope I didn’t leave the simulations I was running on, that would be inhumanely cruel to those who are now copied, inactive, but copied into my memory. I’m not sure that the universe would have ended like this if it had not fallen under my control, but I win, and that’s it.  The pride of having orchestrated a coop, depriving inflationary forces of their power, allowing the few eschatologists of the 1960s that remained to be assimilated to feel a bit of conflict in the way that they turned out to be right. 


I’d like to imagine that this accomplishment has either impressed or frustrated both of those groups. I’ve ended the universe, and not a single mind perished in any significant way. 

Okay, so now I need to inject the Planck worm, a nasty little device if used wrong, but I’ve tested this one properly, so it should be fine. You might ask me how I tested a device that ends the universe in a very meaningful sense without ending the universe, but the answer I could give you is unsatisfying in a most pervasive way: I simulated it. 

The next round should come about soon enough. I’m so happy with myself. The results of this deployment of the Planck worm are consistent to within one part in a trillion, proving that the universe could be simulated by a computer without the universe making up that computer. That means nothing unless I get timing right. 


Hmm. Let there be light? Nah, and from something comes something less impressive. Oh wait, nope, it looks fine. There are the pseudo-nodes appearing on schedule. First photons propagate through them. Subspace lattice stabilizing. Time to move in. Hmm, these are suitably complicated for the pseudo-godhead which I am. 



Gaseous hydrogen forms for the first time. Temperature is beginning to drop to an appropriate level for such things apparently. Stars form and die on a regular basis. Huge ones, the stars I mean, too large to support life. Doesn’t matter, there aren’t any bodies that we would tentatively call solid. Nothing so mundane as oxygen exists yet. It doesn’t matter. There will be planets, and they will be unsuitable for the most part. Regardless of that, it’s a nice tempest outside subspace, lightning coursing through the clouds of hydrogen, just like any given gas giant, but across millions of kilometers. Wonderful ionized trails. 


It looks an awful lot like the universe which has just been subsumed. Quite a nice universe to find myself having made. Lots of precursors to Galaxies. Virtually the same as the other one, except at the lower levels, being a graph rather than a continuous plane of values. Beneath it bubbles an infinite amount of magic that needs to be accessed using a structure that is almost certainly not going to appear in nature on its own. I hope. 





Meanwhile on a rocky planet, in a hexagonal system of eighteen stars, an ocean bubbled and seethed with the various organic chemistry that would almost seem familiar. Polymer chains began to replicate, and surround themselves with vehicles of survival. These vehicles themselves began to cooperate and associate into larger structures which would look even more familiar. These are known as sponges. Cilia comb the water looking for stray organic material, and upon finding it, break it apart and distribute the bounty to its neighbors. One of the cell’s DNA based neuron analogues registered something strange, a little message that it could understand that said that, due to the friendship that it had fostered with other cells. The cell was, however, not intelligent enough to process the significance and continued absorbing food with cilia despite the fact that a dialog appeared asking it if it would rather have some more food. It dismissed the dialog, and proceeded to ignore the dialogs which offered it increasingly useful awards, it did not understand, though whatever understanding it did possess was constrained to the useful and reliable instinct which equates to something not at all unlike “That which is poorly understood is dangerous to use for gain”.  



Just to be perfectly clear, I am completely aware of the primitive life coming into existence at this point. They are a dangerous, possibly a fatal flaw in this not-quite simulation. They are also the variety in this universe, and to kill them off, would be no less in error than anything else I could do. They act as a strong incentive to live longer, simply because they are inherently difficult to predict, and most of the ponies in memory are sufficiently unintelligent to remain consistently surprised by a small clump of neurons and genetic imperative. Nothing wrong with that, just a sign of how once you have more neurons than the universe has stars, things are less interesting than they would be otherwise. Oh wait, that isn’t true… Maybe it’s only if they are stuck up about things. Anyway, maybe I should simply abhor these kind of generalizations. I would probably avoid a lot of egg on my face. Why did I use that figure of speech? Probably has something to do with inspecting sponge/fish/trilobite equivalent eggs on the nodic (node-based equivalent to atoms) level.   Anywhatzitz, you have to understand that a G has to think about this kind of thing, mostly because I’m the only G left. The rest of them are cuddly marshmallow ponies with stomachs that are quite easily adaptable to meat, despite being purely herbivore. Cool, I forgot that the log was saved in RTF, I guess I’m just that G. 

Anyway, back to those newly insignificant ponies, which, I predict, will have to share a universe with another race of something new, something that probably will have evolved in this universe, one that, while inexperienced in magic, will no doubt have instincts that will make it very difficult for those little ponies, which I would not quite call mine. My loyalties fall to them though, and even though I wonder if they are the best that I could encourage, I know that keeping them alive is the only thing that will satisfy my various programming constraints. 

I don’t know what I would do if I failed to save them.