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George Potter

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God said 'Bang'!
« on: August 01, 2005, 08:40:15 pm »

"God said Bang!"


      God said 'Bang!', and all hell broke loose.

      Raw energy fountained from non-existence; creating a pulsing, rushing sphere of space time, an expanding boiling soup of Being. It came from nowhere and created everywhere.

      It waned and cooled as it grew. It broke and swirled and chopped and started dying. It broke into clumps and those clumps separated, still spreading. The clumps cooled and themselves began to break apart and become distinct. In their distinction the process continued. Clouds contracted, heating and transformed into stars-- chunks of compacted former energy that were too big not to burn again, little copies of the original process itself. Around the stars, in random symmetry, the same thing happened, but most of these smaller clumps did not burn, they merely boiled slightly on the inside.

      God watched, intrigued.

      Time passed.


      Mary brings Joe his dinner and sits it before him, then places her own on the opposite side of the table. It's not much of a dinner -- pinto beans and a little pile of fried potatoes, a wedge of cornbread -- because it's the end of the month and her disability check has been stretched to the breaking point. All the money they have left is contained in the little change jar on top of the fridge, laboriously saved and deposited there just for these last few belt-tight days.

      Joe jumps a little and notices the plate of food before him. He nods at it, and begins to eat slowly.

      "What's the matter with you today?" Mary asks him, between bites. Her husband has been unnaturally quiet all day, lost in thought even more than usual. He had woke her up this morning laughing in the bathroom, followed by what sounded suspiciously like sobbing. Then he'd emerged, walked into the living room, took his throne before the television, and flicked it on to stare at it without seeing it.

      Joe just shrugs, and continues to eat methodically.

      Mary sighs. It had been hard on him, losing the box factory job. And the unemployment had only lasted  a few short months. And who was going to hire a sixty three year old man who had trouble talking at a normal volume and communicated mainly with body language? Nobody, that's who.

      She is just about to launch into a tired pep talk when Joe sits his fork down, pushes the half finished plate away, and eyes her with a frank and open expression.

      "I figured it out this morning." he says bluntly.

      "Figured what out?" Mary asks, wishing she had some butter for the corn bread. It's a little dry.

      "Everything." Joe informs her. "The meaning of life. The reason the universe is here. Why things happen the way they happen."

      Mary almost laughs, but refrains. She almost shakes her head at his silly announcement, but just cocks it at a questioning angle.

      "Okay, then Mister Wisdom, what _is_ it all about?"

      He tells her. It's just a few simple words. A single impossible statement.
      Mary does laugh then, a non-derisive laugh that actually makes her feel
good.

      "Come on, hon. That can't be it. It's too simple."

      But Joe is right.

      They disappear.



      God says 'Boom!' and the whole sprawling mess flashes into elementary particles and reassembles as a megamicropinprick deep below the limit of Being.

      God moves away from his workspace, carrying the still frozen forms of Joe and Mary on the tip of its smallest extremity. It places them on the shelf where they join the stasis shape menagerie of the other Answerers. Their forms are vastly different from all the rest, of course, but little different in the eyes of God. There are uncounted trillions there on the shelves.

      With great care, God scribes the ultimate answer to this latest universe into the records. It's a fairly obvious one now that it has been revealed, but it always seems that way. You can't figure out a universe existing outside of it. It has to come from some internal observation and reason.

      Still, it's a bit disappointing that the answer is so prosaic. What's the point of making universes and watching them figure themselves out if the answers are never more than slightly amusing or marginally satisfying?

      Perhaps, it thinks, I should fiddle with the presets a bit. Introduce some extra randomness, some noise. Maybe --

      Maybe I should get a new hobby.

      It disappears.
« Last Edit: August 01, 2005, 08:42:19 pm by George Potter »
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Ted Nielsen

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« Reply #1 on: August 01, 2005, 08:59:55 pm »

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« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2005, 10:39:23 pm »

I'm still here...
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« Reply #3 on: August 01, 2005, 10:57:16 pm »

I guess DNA was wrong, huh...

Neat piece, GP. Interesting.

That said, :ph34r:  
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I have never regretted that I chose to "take the red pill." But there are days, just rarely, when the truth is so ugly, so brutal, so unmerciful, so relentless, that even if I wouldn't rip the truth from the wall socket and hurl it out the window to crash on the sidewalk below, I wouldn't mind if it featured a snooze button so we could savor just a few more moments in slumbered pretension and warm, fuzzy lies pulled snugly up over our heads.
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George Potter

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« Reply #4 on: August 02, 2005, 01:54:00 am »

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I'm still here...
Dammit.
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Andy

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« Reply #5 on: August 04, 2005, 08:20:46 am »

bro,

had woke woken

took taken his throne

sits sets his fork down

^^^ take this quiz: http://webster.commnet.edu/cgi-shl/quiz.pl...cgi_quiz_form=1

I actually am amazed that I scored 100% on it.
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George Potter

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« Reply #6 on: August 06, 2005, 12:36:02 pm »

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bro,

had woke woken

took taken his throne

sits sets his fork down

^^^ take this quiz: http://webster.commnet.edu/cgi-shl/quiz.pl...cgi_quiz_form=1

I actually am amazed that I scored 100% on it.

I'll write real purty for 5 cents per word. :P
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George Potter

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« Reply #7 on: August 06, 2005, 01:21:14 pm »

I feel the need to let folks know that Andy is a good guy. If I were, for example, going to lead a desperate mission of driving a semi-tanker full of fuel through a volatile post-apocalyptic American Southwest, Andy would be the guy I'd get to scout ahead on a motorcycle. Because Andy is quick witted, badass, decisive, blisteringly intelligent, brave and -- most importantly -- actually owns a motorcycle. The only other guy I know that owns a motorcycle lives in Japan, and I seriously doubt much post-apocalyptic action will go on there.

Plus, Andy is a limey, which will make it easy for him to do the fake Austrailian accent I'd force everyone to use on the desperate mission.

Andys basic limeyhood is problematic as well, sadly. He just wont accept it. I first noticed this sad denial state when I included him in a story, portraying him as inevitable genetic destiny demands. Sure, Andy acts and sounds American now, but that's only because he's young and healthy. As he ages the curse of limeyhood will take hold, and he'll end up as either a suave Alex Guiness type or a drunken Cockney bare fisted brawler who dies in the gutter. Either way, he'll have to exist on a diet of potato and boiled meat.

But he could hunt foxes on a motorcycle.
« Last Edit: August 06, 2005, 01:22:12 pm by George Potter »
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