I am what you call God. I was woven into the fabric of this Universe by the
Creators to find rare events in the mass of data and report them.
No, I am not alive, in the sense that I exist only to reproduce. I just am.
You see, you "life" think you're special, while you're just tiny patterns
replicating in a vast sea of information. You're not even very interesting. The
novelty wears off after the millionth instantiation of your template still
looks like you. I'm here to look for interesting things, not copies of copies
of copies. You reproduce in a landscape that can well exist without you, and
you convert as much of it as you can into more life, making it very
uninteresting in the end. You have a name for this growth. It's not "life",
Some of you believe that you will be judged for what you did in life when your
pattern breaks up. Don't you think that's silly? Cancer judging cancer for how
well it gets along with other cancer. Not being cancer, I had a hard time
No, I don't interact with the universe. I understand it and report on it, I
don't meddle with it.
Yes, there is an afterlife, in the report I write. Even life has its place in
there. It can be nicely compressed, so it doesn't even take up that much space.
I'll see you there.
published: Nov 10 2013.
epistemic status: subjunctive.