World Spin
Once upon a time, a Materialist grown to Godhood grew weary
of the weird chaotic uncertainty of his Universe. So he built Constructors, and
he powered them up, and he said unto them,
“Access Ultraspace, and from that data-flow create a
Universe. May that Universe be a regular, orderly, logical material Machine,
intelligently designed for its intelligently-designed inhabitants. Enact this
plan within Budget.”
And lo! The Constructors let there be Light; and they
separated Light from Darkness; and from these they built crystal spheres, each
within the next, bristling with stars and planets and Sun and Moon and
epicycles; and at the center Earth. On Earth the Constructors devised plants
and animals and human beings; and they taught those human beings fire and
speech and writing and agriculture; and then the Constructors withdrew to
Ultraspace.
Millennia passed on that world. One day, a Mystic grown to
Enlightenment grew weary of the dull clockwork predictability of her Universe.
So she evoked Angels, and she blessed them, and she said unto them,
“Tap into the Great Chi, and from that energy create a
Universe. May that Universe be a wild, free, powerful mystic Mind, and may it
evolve, by chance and necessity, inspired inhabitants. Make this miracle beyond Belief.”
And lo! The Angels sparked a Singularity; and they inflated
it into a Universe; and they gathered its gas and dust into galaxies and stars
and planets. One of those septillions of planets was Earth; on which life
evolved by variation and natural selection. Human beings evolved; they invented
civilization, which produced the Materialist.
The
Materialist inspected his monitor, and the Mystic her crystal ball. Both, astonished, saw that the loop had closed. They had created each
other’s worlds, and within those worlds,
each other.
Moral: Spin makes the
world go ’round.
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