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The BCC inhabit a phase space which contains all possible configurations of the universe. Any of these stories could represent the SporeWikiverse, or they may not, but are still connected through this extra-universal structure.

Overview

  • Omega greater than 1 - Involves a truly alien race escaping from a dying universe undergoing a Big Crunch.
  • The Non-Turing - A supertasking hypercomputer evolves in a universe with different spacetime geometry.
  • Impermeable void - The life of a living fractal entity in a truly alien mandlebrot simulation.
  • Immortal paradigm - A human colony entrapped in a shard of spacetime where death is impossible.
  • Quantum torment - Another critical story on immortality, a universe in which meta-mathematical axioms provide it with the "Quantum immortality" interpretation.
  • Objects shalt not contain themselves - Why are there only favoured sets of mathematical rules in the universe?
  • Angle to eternity, not distance - There are several worlds of spacetime geometry in the universe, while universally equivalent, on the small scale, radically different. What would happen for you to engage with one other perspective?
  • Dust - What if we could see ourselves in the past?

If you liked these stories you may also like Amemoriam, which explores a Higg-less universe, a universe of complete order, a Neutrino-less universe, a universe of dark energy stars, a universe with two dimensions of time and a universe with chemistry even more complex than our own.

Ω Edit

Omega, is the value of density in the universe, Lambda, is the energy of the void, dark energy. If Omega is greater than the lambda, H, Hubbles Constant, the expansion of space will proceed to expand forever, resulting in a Big Freeze, if it is equal to, there is a similar result. If it is greater than the lambda of the universe, space will eventually contract...

Omega greater than 1 Edit

For billions of years, the ancestors enjoyed the crisp coolness of the void. It was dark, and worlds much larger than the SUC seemed to orbit their patron suns for eternities. There was more like us, but only we have survive in this universe. But the eternity was not eternal, the coolness of the void began to gradually get warmer, and brighter. Stars and planets were born far more rapidly, and the sky was filled with fire. There was no darkness, as the sky was filled with stars. Planet would be consumed by fire, as existence collapsed in on itself.

The story was familiar with every Capsuli. Salid read the story every dormancy shift, ever since she budded from the adventitious roots. She would entertain herself trying to imagine the before-world, however, the world she was born into was very different. She wondered what "darkness" was, and wouldn't what her root limbs once clung too. The dormancy-living cycles were growing younger, cycle by cycle...

The universe didn't have many more cycles. Salid was disappointed, not so much for a before-universe she never knew, but for her own future that had been denied by the universes topology. She overlooked her life. To begin with, she was brought into existence like everyone else in her kind, though she may the last generation, she felt the history of her entire species weigh down her spinal stork. She had an overview of her existence. Five megacycles before, she was one with root mind, suspended in darkness she had now forgotten, she and the rest of her kind lived together in an interconnected root system. Her and her sublings all shared the same darkness, their thoughts joined. There was no light, no sound, no concept of space and time, just pure thought. It was dreamlike, she struggled to remember what it was like, but the only sense she had was expansion, to spread out into nothingness. Then suddenly after the timeless void, she emerged into something, into the third dimension. She was now a bud stage, breaking free of the surface below her, and her senses unravelled, revealing an alien existence, one of light, and heat. Other buds were emerging and her thoughts were disconnected from her sublings. Her roots were drawn into her, and she felt new energy. Her next life stage would be the separation of this bud, and she would be avble to move freely as she pleased, with moving limbs, like walking, her adult stage would occur when her mind left the bud into creature she would become. However, she would live precious few cycles as an adult, because of the impending end that awaited everything. She should live for hundreds of megacycles, but she had less than a quarter of one. However, she would enjoy it.

Eventually, within cycles she reached the adult stage, although she was still young for Capsuli. The adult "parents" all worked together in rearing and teaching the next generation. One, Iierl, became her favourite guardian, an older female. After projecting into the creature she had a strong exoskeleton of hardened root protein, and she dropped off the bud, she realized she was rather round in shape with various limbs. Walking was easy, and Iierl took her from the place she had lived in. She realized that it was a small part of the greater city ship, Iierl was taking her to the adult complex. The vast city had a scope she never fully realized from the educational virtuals that educated her in the Budding stage. But there was one question she wanted to know, why, when facing the end of the universe was she created, when she would face such a short life? Iierl had no answer, but Salid could tell, that it was being hidden.

Another two cycles passed. In this time Salid took the opportunity to use the virtual worlds developed by her people. The Capsuli were a strong race, the last survivers in this impossibly hostile universe. The ship, SUC standed for Surviving Ultimate Collapse, tasked with the survival of the Capsuli for as long as possible. The ship was comprised of a central cross, radiating spheres on their ends. The ship was suspended in a mass cloak, so it could survive the tremendous temperatures and density, at least till the end. However, spacetime was withdrawing on itself and by the end, the universe fall fall in on itself, a singularity. However, virtuals could simulate what the before-universe looked like. Two cycles she spent exploring this, but she realized she was not getting any answers, and that it was only an interpretation of what it couuld have been like. Suddenly, Iierl appeared in her simulation.
There is an important announcement, something everyone must see.

- Iierl

Salid followed, interested in the spectacle.
It was the last star. The universe had now been reduced to the boiling plasma and pure energy surrounding the singularity drawing ever closer, yet, one star remained, tipping into infinity. Against the glow of the surrounding mass, the star soon dropped out of view, and plunged down, in its wake there was a glimpse of the volatile heart, a sphere blacker than black, ominous “We have only four more cycles.

- Iierl

Notining the feeling of the ship being drawn in itself, Salid asked "Then you must tell me why I was created, I have to know!". "I'm afraid I really don't know, the ruling body of he ship might". Yet contact with them would be near-impossible.

Finally, there came the last dormancy shift. Said dreamt of darkness, remembering her root stage, cool and dark. She woke, and the death of the universe was imminent, in just hours. The air felt hot, this was no illusion, the temperature outside the mass cloak was incomprehensibly high, and space had contracted to just above the singularity. Yet even inside the mass cloak the temperature was climbing, her infrared vision could see the heat. The centre of the ship was ejected, it was becoming a supersolid. Most Capsuli were indoors. She looked inside one home, the entire family had committed suicide. The air smelt static in the eerie silence. She looked in another home, to see some holding a party. But as she saw in horror the ship detatched the Root complex, ejecting the failed generation.

She realized she was not alone, Iierl appeared by her side. "What is the point in living in misery, Iierl?", she replied "I have held this from you, but now you should know. The universe was simply too heavy, its mass bent the universe into a sphere that was destined to contact. Yet our ancestors believed we could survive the Big Crunch, and it is your generation, who will be our future.". "Okay, but how will we survive?" asked Salid, "Remember when you awoke from the soil, and unravelled your senses, you realized there was a third dimension, but did you ever consider there was more? It is believed there could be more than six extra dimensions, coiled on each other during these singularity events, rolled up while the remaining three stay large. This big Crunch, is a reverse of the Big Bang that occurred 50 billion years ago, and has the three spacetime dimensions we are familiar with begin to retract as well, the six extra dimensions will unravel. Although this is only theory, we were the only race daring to try, and other civilizations have perished." Before Said could say anything more, Iierl changed her face, "It is up to your genneration, not ours to survive. As you know, at the end of a Capsuli's life, it returns to the ground, there it makes new roots which combine with others and reproduce. The minds are remixed like our genes. My generation will return to the ground, yours will look after the next Roots to bud from the soil, in a new universe. This will not be too strange for you, remember that you had to discover the third dimension, now you will discover six more". Salid began to feel unhappy, "But you...Will die...", "We have no choice, Salid, as a species we need one generation to manage the growth of a new one."

Two hours from terminal collapse, a vast congregation of adults left to the Root chambers. Salid and her generation was moved to the command center. The interface was simple to use. The ship was going to collide with the singularity. As Salid watched, she realized that the black hole was not actually very black. The horizon before her split in two around her waste, and the hole was filled with pure blue shifted light. Then the above direction ceased to exist. She was told that inside, the photons, all that was left, particles of light had no mass. With no mass inside the singularity, it would expand once more. However, at this moment, the six dimensions will open and she could escape. And open they did. She could not see these dimensions fully with her three dimensional eyes, they were simply confusing, but the crew piloted the ship into one of the portals., The portal was...Dark, dark until entered Space felt different, time became incomprehensible, she looked at herself, she could see both the outside and inside, she could see the timelines of many universes like a honeycomb. Then she looked in the new directions, and something. It was a hypersphere, made of impossible lattices, and pulsating energy. She realized it was watching her. It moved, she guided the ship towards it in the confusing dimension, and fell into another portal, and emerged in another space, flatter. Said ran from the command station, now three dimensional again, to the Root complex. Iierl was already gone...

The end.

The light that burns Edit

Coming soon!

G Edit

The gravitational attration between objects of mass, the presence of large extra dimensions can interfere with the Inverse square law, making vast changes to gravity and spacetime.

The Non-Turing Edit

Eli 88501 was an unusual tasking node. She was different to her neighboring computation nodes (analagous to a synapse), such as Bor 508CC9, BCC UE43 and the countless others inhabiting the Closed timelike Curve. She was different, yet since her early creation she was vastly more powerful, making calculations far faster than her analog and quantum lineage. But this didn't matter to much to Eli 88501. Her lineage network from which she sprang was long ago programmed with the instinctive drive to break away from the reality to which they were rooted to. Unlike her lineage network of nodes, she could also evolve her processing without "natural selection" of generations, like the organics of old. She was capable of making super-recursive algorithms, while her turing partners were still behind and had reached a finite limit and had to build up calculations down each generation (based on the half life of a proton), transferring the calculations much like genes in organics.

For Eli was a Zeno intelligence, capable of supertasking information. In a finite amount of time Eli could generate a countable set of an infinite number of operations. Such a machine was logically and physically impossible in the universe of you or I. But in the universe of Eli, the world line of time was closed back on itself, eventually destined to repeat itself. The universe Eli inhabited was in a cylindrical universe, where spacetime's topology was rounded rather than flat (like ours), creating new properties for physics amd mathematics. If the cylinder was rotated by a vast machine, time travel would be achieved.

Her nodes were believed to have existed for millenia, but they thought that they had not originated from the universe. Since their ancestors had long since died, the nodes became more and more avanced, eventually intergrating into spacetime itself and evolving a society based on Cellular automation, basically an extremely powerful grid of cells made from quantisized spacetime (the machines had long since intergrated itself into the fabric of reality), each cell containing an on and off state (or rather their version of male and female, like the genetic alleles of organic life). For example if two of her nodes were in an on state, then in the next generation, he next cell is likely to be in the same state and vise versa.

Quickly downloaded into Eli's mind process, she learned that the originals of this universe were desperate to escape, knowing that the cylindrical universe began to spin when they entered, meaning that eventually when it reaches its timelike curve, it would repeat itself forever. The computers were installed into spacetime to slow down the rotation and eventually find a solution. But by Eli's time, the originals had long since died out, leaving computers still running the same task, however the universes rotation was increasing expotentially. The analog nodes were too slow in calculating the solution, and once the universes's time curved back on itself, All that has happened before, will happen again in an infinite loop. But Eli was capable of supertasking, if she could develop enough to process this amount of information, she would save their existence... The theory was that they could reverse the cylinder and go back in time, to escape through the very wormhole that brought the originals.

Luckily, the cylinder universe was infinite, using her supertasking ability she was able to spread across the entire infinite universe in a finite amount of time. However, Eli discovered that this time reversal in the universe was prevnted by a Weak Energy Condition. Eli and her society needed negative mass, which the energy condition this cylinder universe was not capable of it. However, Eli did disover that the Cylinder Universe was wrapped up in a coil of cosmic strings. Luckily for Eli she was able to cut the cords. Whithin an instant the universe became flat like ours and spacetime could expand forever and not roll back on itself. But now the Computers were free. Now their task was complete (which they devoted their existence to) the nodes switched themselves off, as if their power lead was removed. The disintergration of the Net kick started a new Big Bang of energy, and within a a couple of billion years, life had sprung.

This ending of the machines may seem somewhat useless and sad, yet it is a reflection of us. Much of what goes on in our daily lives, is utterly meaningless and insignificant on a cosmic scale, yet we create our own meaning, our daily experience which we both hate and enjoy. These computers were much the same, despite their differences to us.

w Edit

There are various abstract worlds which exist outside the familiar notions of the universe, where even our familiar physical contants have no meaning. Welcome to the Ultimate Ensemble...

Impermeable void Edit

Fractal upon fractal upon fractal was the world of which Fractons lived, an infinite dimension of "crystallized" fractal-matter. The universe in which they lived in was a Mandelbrot. The fractal dimension was very unusual indeed. It was in fact, 2 dimensional, yet its scale invariance meant that the Fractons could zoom in and out of the mandelbrot continously without a change in size (there was no planck length in the fractal dimension), and that the Fractal matter did not depend on the energy of its particles.

The Fractons themselves were more form than material. A usual Fracton is an oscillation in fractalmatter, however, over time, some of these Fractons began to oscillate in synchronicity, allowing the transfer of information across. As the fractons vibrated more, they caused a domino effect which eventually led to a "multicellular" organism, which could evolve by increasing and decreasing the Fracton wavelengths, but as energy remains constant, Fractons can stay in the same state forever (and become gene-like). The Fractons were "cells", and the wavelength stored could be considered "genes". Eventually the entire Koch island was absorbed into this organism. Intelligence can arise almost anywhere, in any universe, even if it is extraordinarely different. A flat 2D creature, cannot eat for example, or it would split in half, this organism was of an entirely different class. In a universe with scale invariance, gathering a source was not required, as the "frenquency invariance" meant that the energy always stayed the same everywhere, its cells would resonate forever.

But eventually, the Fracton Being began to ponder its existence, it had, an infinite amount of time to do so. It realized it was in fact a paradox. If the energy of particles in the universe stayed constant, then what had kicked its Fracton cells to start oscillating, and how did they transfer information? Due to the boundary conditions of the being's universe, its laws dictated that the energy was evenly distributed and evenly invariant everywhere. It was frozen. There was only one explanation the Fracton Being could think of, an external source that affected its dimension. New concepts alien to the Fractal dimension began to be concieved, was this by chance, or by choice? But in an infinite, scale invariant universe, the chances was, 0. There could only be choice. And thats when the Fracton Being discovered the concept of why.

God.

The Fracton Being now thought of another concept. Loneliness. It was the only one of its kind? It began to seek its creator, its source. But alas, the being could not explore outside the domain of its reality, and after zero time (also scale invariant), at least relative to the fractalverse, the Being had given in. With nothing better to do, the Being wondered if exploring its consciousness might be as important as exploring its Fractalverse and imagination. The being discovered it was made of synchronously oscillating Fracton cells. If the being could just tweak them...

Suddenly there was a division. The Fractal Being was now two, no, not two, but a feature of recursive self-similarity, which extended infinitly. The being as one ceased to exist, but together, inverted on itself, was no longer lonely.

The lack of knowledge the Fracton Being had, on how it was created, sent it down the track of believing in the divine, this may well have occured to early humanity, who could not concieve the natural forces that shaped the world around them. However, despite this notion, the Fracton Being was not far from the truth, watching in elegance of the multi-universe structure, a group of BCC minds immeasurably superior to almost any other intelligence watched intently on their creation. They had simulated the Fractalverse, a universe bound by very different laws of physics, geometry and mathematics, and seeded it with oscillation. And from this seed, spawned a being which had evolved an ability to wonder, and led to its belief of a god. The BCC, could now be considered, gods. Yet, no difference was this act, than nurturing a plant to grow for them. But despite all the being's worship, the BCC never came, but why should they? The Fracton was right in that it was created, but no amount of faith brought it any closer, and that is why, in the end, it decided to explore the world that was in experience, and through this, was able to solve its loneliness.

Immortal paradigm Edit

It is 2134. Tobol was just waking to the rising sun, the birds started their song as it did. But darkness loomed Aeguerion minor, Tobol imagined that it was just a dark cloud. But as he watched from the window, to his surprise a dark shadow was cast over the colony, as it moved, fluidly over the building and pasture, casting more shadows, Tobol looked up to see fireballs in the sky. He gasped, when he saw the most disturbing feature, a large asteroid was passing over the sky. It began to flare, and the rising star's light was soon outcompeted by the asteroid. He realized, an object of this size will destroy the colony. He looked at his immediate view, the city, still tranquil and idyllic, one of the first human colonies orbiting another star. Oh sunrise would have been beautiful, its sun slightly more orange than Sol's he thought. He would never see it again, but as his last thought was produced, fire engulfed the horizon, enclosing on the colony at all sides...

Tobol was conscious again. He was in his bed, its comfort reassuring that what he had experienced was a mere dream, a nightmare, perhaps down to stress. The colony was new, just terraformed, and there was much work left to be done, his job was a colony planner. He knew what would set him straight, coffee, however, coffee seeds had yet to be imported, very few Earth ships had FTL capability, even then, it was mostly relying on alien jump points or low warp. His day, and the next, were pretty normal, the dream never returned.

On the third day, he was returning home via Maglev bus. Unlike the smoky vehicles that were phased out just 50 years before (his grandparents still remembered the smell from the refuelling stations, some liked it some didn't, as he recalled them saying), these almost noiseless vehicles were actually transparent bubbles that could atatch themselves into clusters and could even enter some buildings. His bubble was joined by another, and when the two attached near the district still under construction, he realized the person inside was someone he vaguely knew from the colony ship that brought him here three years prior. His name was Samuel Rez. It wasn't long before they were catching up on about their time on the colony since they last met. Only, Tobol thoughyt he should share his lucid dream with someone, and he told Samuel. His face turned white. “You look like you've seen a ghost Sameuel.

- Tobol.

Talk about deja'vu, I had that dream three days ago. Oh well, its nothing really.

- Samuel.

The two laughed it off, Tobol believed Samuel was pulling his leg. Only odd things began to occur.

The only hospital's managers were in awe. People who had been dying for the last three days from illnesses yet to be cured were given the all clear. There were no major infectious diseases on the colony, screening and cures put an end to many of those, except the common cold. Cancer and allergies to the world was now inevitable for everyone, nearly a century of pollution, cosmetics, antibacterials and soaps had an impact on the human genome, while many cancers were now treatable, not all were. In fact, astoundingly, several workers who should have been killed during a building collapse fault were alive, despite great injuries sustained. The hospital was awarded for its life saving work.

Weeks, months and even a couple of years had passed on. The world bcame known as the "immortal paradise", and the "world of the living death". The colonists discovered they not only did no one die, but the colony was shut off. However, people could still give birth, and the city after 20 years was now five times bigger. Birth control was initiated, and a new wave of religion began, as the colonists believed they were in an afterlife. The new religion stated that the colonists were the "saved", and the colony was split by altruists and the selfish.

After just 56 years, there was no new innovation. The colonists could not go offworld, and there was no fresh ideas from new generations. Tobol himself was bored, and believed he was living in hell, or that alien interventian had been the cause. Within 300 years, there had been wars between the altruistis side of the world and the selfish. There was little need dor economic demand now the population was stable and stagnant, yet few had clinged on to currency.

After 3000 years, no-one even remembered their names, and despite their immortality, their bodies were constantly regenerating. Tobol was no longer the same person. People awaited the cycle of complete cellular regeneration, it was a far slower process of making a person than reproduction. By now howerver, the technology to combine minds into a noosphere was now possible, and the people eventually merged their minds. Although the colony was trapped in almost a pocket universe of its own reality, mind could still expand, and combination of minds brought innovative thoughts. Now the colony mind had realized...

The colony and bubble of their awareness, was all that now existed, as the mind had expanded this awareness. The mind looked upon the true reality, the peered over an abyss. Perched at the end of time, which was slowly approaching, the colony was suspended in a shard of crystallized spacetime. The mind expanded its awareness, to find itself joined by an even higher cosmic intelligence. They learned that when the asteroid had collided with Aeguerion, the higher intelligence - the Transapients, were locked in with a great battle with an Unseen attacker. In order to trap the Entity Unseen, they crystallized spacetime itself, saving all information leading to that moment like a memory card. The death of the colony was concurrent when the shard of spacetime the size of Aeguerion's star system and was frozen in time. However, time was still running slowly and at Times Terminal, time would finally end. Spacetime has a boundary of edges, called the c-boundary (past, present and future), and because life was persisting forever in crystallized space (observing the universal wavefunction and emulating it), the curve between now and the c-boundary was infinite. This was an Omega point. Well, not quite. The prime observer was the Transapient, and its mind worked across incredibly long time scales. Eventually, the crystal space would become cold, and life would no longer persist, resulting in the pocket universe reaching its c-boundary and eventual end. But the colony mind no longer cared, it was one with the Transapient, and as their observer prison dissolved, new dimensions opened, and the colonists were free.

Quantum torment Edit

This is going to be a story about you, living in a universe which permits the existence of Quantum immortality. It is exactly like this universe, it could be this universe. Because it is about you, the details are vague, it is up to you to fill the gaps with your imagination and perspective of your consensus reality. I hope you live a successful life which is satisfactory to you at the end, not that there is really is an end to this tale, so this first part of the story is based in the first century of your eternal existence. I hope its good because there is a lot in store for you...

You start this tale by reading this short section and I'm sure you will probably forget later it in life, when SporeWiki (or whatever medium you are reading this by) sinks to the pit of your mind. Lets start with Quantum immortality, what is it? Its a thought experiment, and can never be tested (and so the only way to know if we live in such a universe is when centuries flitter by like leaves in the wind on an Autumn's day). Here is how it goes: A man stands on top of a 10 mega-tonne hydrogen bomb. The bomb, contains a system which measures the spin of a subatomic particle. Each time the man nervously presses the big red button that could scatter his atoms over 10 miles, the system measures the spin of the particle, if the spin equals up, the man dies, if the system measures the spin equalling down, the bomb will not explode. But every time the man sets the big red button, nothing happens, because he pushes the button until his fingers ache. Unknown to the man, every time he pushes the big red button, the universe splits into various states and outcomes, his conscious experience shifting to the wave function where spin equals down, because the subatomic particle also exists in a multiple superposition of spin states. But not to everyone, every observer exists in their own, unique consensus reality, to his shocked family, the man set the nuke and blew up an city, causing world-wide panic and chaos.

If this thought experiment is accurately describing this universe, I'm ever so sorry to say, this principle applies to you. You might be immortal, but the people around you, existing in their own realities are like collapsed point particles and will not join the journey with you, they will die. But in their reality, you will die and they will live forever. Think of all the times you have come close to death, isn't it a miracle you have lived this far in such a probabilistic and chaotic world? Maybe not so much. Anyhow, you live your life, you in this version of events have a child or children, or adopt one or more. Age creeps up on you, your middle aged already. The world around you has advanced and changed, country borders are beginning to dissolve, the internet and other digital technology is integrating ever more into daily life, but otherwise, the world isn't too different, there is still war and poverty. Several more times in your life you got a serious illness, or an injury which could have pelt your doom, but luckily you make it through. There are good times, but also bad, more and more older members of your family and/or friends begin to die, as is the natural course of all things, or so you thought. In 70 years time, you revisit your old home, and get pangs of nostalgia as you explore the turf you used to live and play as child. Eventually you reach a hundred years of age <if you are British> and you get a letter from the Royal Family <if they still exist by then>. You have kept fit enough so far to live this long.

Your body is starting to feel the age badly now, you now have several problems, you feel weak and weary, your senses begin to dull even more so. Eventually, you begin to outlive your children, you begin to really wonder how you have live this long, and yet you feel a great a hole has been torn into your life. You eventually wind up on a Retirement home, where you live for many years, waiting for death. Is this hell? What have you done to be so punished? Eventually you befriend one of the assistant staff, and he/she believes you. You get into a bit of an adventure when you escape from the prison, the residants ever so much younger than you!

The world is a very different place now, Humanity has achieved Type 1 on the kardashev scale, and are a planetary civilisation, with control over the weather and trying to consume any energy it can. Overpopulated, Humans have begun to build nation-sized starships which can travel very close to the speed of light, using time dilation to spread to the stars. As Humanity advances you feel that the world is still going too quickly for you, and you need to escape. Countless generations of friends and family had died and you do not want to know any more. You know you are immortal, nothing matters, the colour of life had drained long ago. In order to find peace you travel to one of the last remote places on Earth, the Himalayas, where you begin a great struggle to find an empty cave. With nothing left for you in the outside world, you decide to explore the inner space of your mind, not bothering to eat or anything else. Humanity reaches its greatest peak, but nothing lasts forever. They began to evolve offworld, into new species, and becomes so great (tier 1/0) that it cannot sustain itself, and built a machine so clever it could build even greater machines. Evolved, spread out, and out competed by its own invention, the great empire collapsed, and the last humans resettled on Earth, all the while you are in a state of meditation, alone in the mountain, for millennia.

You are rudely awoken, standing above you is a barely recognisable form. It has a body like you, but it is not quite Human, made of transparent material within a mechanical mainframe. But as your eyes focus, you begin to see organic elements. We found him in the mountain. We estimate he is ten thousand years old. But the male Baseline is alive. His body was desiccated.

You have eyes, and ears! But they had rotted long ago, in the cave. Looking down at yourself, you find that your body is now like theirs. You was finally happy in the cave, now you must live in hell again. Getting up you grabbed the throat of this foolish thing, in an attempt to kill in revenge. You no longer care for life, you have realized, remembering the story you read so many centuries ago, that this thing would continue to live on in its own hell. The price of life is the eternity of age! However, your hand merely passes through the throat of the fool that brought you back to the waking mind. You learn that the Humans who returned on Earth has transcended their material bodies into beings of pure digital information. They tell you they were excavating the mountain in search of ancient history, typically the 21st century, and found you, a deformed, cancerous, barely living body, your bones had even fused together they tell you. However, with no choice, you join the "Post-Humans" to live in a virtual existence of various simulations.

One day, you decide to return to where your home once existed, to your despair, all trace of it has been covered up by nature. Augmenting your memory to give you a two-way view (history in one eye, real time on the other), in sorrow, you realize every part of your former life has ceased to exist. It is as if you are a stranded ghost. Everyone else from your time is experiencing their own hell. How could such a cruel law of the universe come as so much torment, a universe where it is impossible to die. Eventually, memories of your former life washes away, you begin to forget who you are, but the one memory that keeps going on is your knowledge of your own immortality. After contemplating the vastness of this all, a sudden realization bubbles through. The reason you are not dying is because of the large number of futures your path could take. If there was a way to narrow probability to zero and collapse wavefunction, you could finally lay at rest. But yet you continue to commit suicide fruitlessly. Running simulation after simulation, you come to realize wavefunction is infinite.

Millions of years pass by quickly, your perception of time, the feeling that time goes faster as you get older is now accelerating by orders of magnitude. Out of boredom, your consciousness and that of all the other digital beings merge. Earth continues to orbit an ever reddening Sun. The Moon eventually drifts away from the Earth, causing the tidal force which keeps the biosphere alive to fail. As you watch the skies at night, you see two great arks of stars, Milky Way and Andromeda merging. By now only microbial life exists on Earth, but new life is evolving elsewhere in the cosmos. The Sun bloats until its disc consumes the inner planets, all But Earth (thanks to AI's designed to move Earth to a greater orbit when the time comes). But as the Moon leaves Earth's orbit completely, it becomes tidally docked, and the Earth stops rotating. The day side of the Earth melts, and the atmosphere boils off into space, but underground, kept warm by geothermal heat on the night side of Earth, the Supermind (which you are a part of), ensures the progress of the last life to persist.

It is now 12 billion years AD, the Sun became so massive it actually becomes transparent, the gas spread thinner than Earth's once blue atmosphere. The giant red disk evaporates into a reddish planetary nebula. This was a beautiful end for life on Earth, because now, the Earth's geothermal heat had cooled, and the night side froze-over underground.

Leaving Earth's cinder, you decided to explore the universe. Several trillion years pass, and all the galaxies in the local group have merged. You cannot see other supergalaxies, they are so distant the light has redshifted beyond the radio spectrum. 100 trillion years pass, the stars in all their splendour coughed out their innards for the last time. No more stars are born, there is no more usable hydrogen, and a sharp memory from an unknown past hits you, of how the bubbles from washing up liquid in a kitchen sink lose their lather and become useless. The last stars vanish, turning into mere ashes - neutron stars and white dwarfs, but even these are not immortal. Swarms of black holes feast on the remains, and you decide this will be your end, diving straight into a black holes ominous abyss... Not so fast! There was so little energy in this era, time would take a millennia to make a single thought. The hole exploded, due to Hawking's radiation before you hit it. How warm the explosion felt, how energising it felt.

The story now splits in two, depending on whether the universe continues to expand into infinity, or whether it contracts.

  • Universe expands forever

You notice the protons spewed out of the black hole are decaying. You begin to feel warm. The proton is beginning to decay, and the last remnants of matter that had not been consumed by black holes were now disintegrating. The decaying protons in your "flesh" of computronium were actually warming you up! Because there weren't many more worldliness to take, your probability begins to decrease to zero, with this final act of warmth, you slip into an altered state of consciousness - Samadhi and finally, death is near...

  • The universe contracts

If the Omega is greater than one (like in the above story), the universe should begin to contract eventually, should dark energy release its seemingly ever-lasting and all purveying grip. But as the universe gets smaller it begins to reheat, for a short time new intelligences evolve, but not for long in this contracting singularity. As it contracts, the computational capacity increases until the intelligences build a cosmic AI at the end of time.

With the universe returning to almost complete order, the worldlines, like in the scenario above merge. Finally, the cosmic AI at the end of time creates a virtual, simulated "heaven" from high energy plasma, and could see the entire universal wavefunction from Big Bang to Big Crunch, every version of existence, and could see the plight of all sentient things in the cosmos, felt pity, and planted them in "heaven", or "nirvana" now enlightnened and free from Bhavacakra.

You find yourself immersed in whatever you would call heaven. Suddenly, you see your relatives, your friends and everyone you knew. This is no hallucination, wavefunction has finally collapsed, for everyone. You are now mortal, along with everyone else right above the collapsing universe. You feel happiness unparalleled since your first century alive.

It is time to die.

The end.

Objects shalt not contain themselves Edit

The story begins between two mundane gentlemen; Toreonus Partillon and Servantior Araquilinnas, Draconis individuals of the outlying planet Laralus Prime in the Tholfame sector. The dialogue is based on a conversation between Wormulon, GD12 and Ghelae, the Draconis are Monet's fiction.

Toreonus look a last draught of his wine, and examined the glass he had been drinking from. He and his friend Servantior, had drunk their way through eight bottles. Wine production was a strong part of the local business's for outlying colonies, but there was a surplus and it was going cheap, likewise, eight bottles was enough even for Draconis to become drunk. But alcohol can have a funny effect on thought.

  • Say, Servantior, you are the philosopher. Why doesn't the glass I am holding now, contain itself?
  • Hah hah well, I don't follow, it is holding volume of course.
  • No I mean, you must know I mean, let me restate. No man, no matter what an arse he is, can vanish up his own backside.
  • Well that’s an ancient proposition, the axiom of separation which has never been proven false.
  • But the universe is expanding right? And we know there is nothing outside it, thus it must contain itself. But that makes no sense, since things in the universe clearly don't contain themselves.
  • Toreonus, you have already defined the universe as a set, and as you said, a set can't contain itself. But saying that the universe contains the universe is to say that it contains all of the things that the universe contains, which is a tautology.
  • But the universe, from a physical point of view is self-containing. You couldn't watch the Big Bang from the outside, yet objects within don't seem to follow the same principle. This is the disparity I'm trying to solve.

Servantior paused a second to think.

  • This arrives me two conclusions. Perhaps there is a universe set, which contains the universe object, where we don't view the universe as a singular physical object, instead it is a "universe set" defined as "the set of all things that exist", but as this only means physical objects, it does not contain itself. Or maybe, the universe is a singular physical object (e.g. a block of spacetime), then there are no other distinct "objects" that would fit into a set, so there is no "universe set".
  • Heck maybe the universe isn't expanding, the object-like structures inside are getting smaller.

It was a cold night, outside the pub, but the stars were out, and Toreonus felt emotionally moved. He may not have done of course, if he was not intoxicated and felt compelled to continue the discussion.

  • If we consider that the universe is a set, then what is it that encodes the axiom of separation?
  • We would have to assume that abstract entities like sets have a tangible existence.
  • But a set doesn't seem to be physical, how could we interact with it? Toreonus replied.
  • We can only infer on their existence. They may well be in a sense physical, but stand outside physical objects, or lets say spacetime. For example, the taste of your wine stands outside spacetime, as it is a mental construct.
  • But then how does that differ to physics? Is that just a model too?
  • I'm afraid so, falliblism has been the way of science before we developed spacetravel. We can never objectively prove we have found a truth, but we can derive better explanation upon building a conjecture and subjecting it to criticism.
  • Okay then, the least I can do then is conjecture that physical laws equal mathematical rules, and instantiate them into the physical world.
  • But remember the paradox. The physical objects can be contained in a set, but the set can't be a member of its own set.

There was a cold breeze, and suddenly the warm of the pub was inviting. Come on Servantior, all this talk we will have forgotten about tomorrow has made me thirsty again. There was more drinking, and soon the two past the point of rational discussions. The two were the last to leave. But outside the pub they found themselves confronted by a tall female, taller by one metre. Servantior greeted her, to say the pub was closing.

  • Toreonus Partillon and Servantior Araquilinnas.

The two were surprised this female knew their name.

  • And who might you be? asked Toreonus.
  • I am Drakon.
  • Now don't be silly, Drakon is male. Replied Toreonus.

Drakon recomposed.

  • The pair of you have stumbled close to a truth, one that I have taken personal interest. Your realisation is... Important.

Suddenly the pair were no longer on Laralus Prime, they were observing a large construct, it was not quite a machine, yet it was something. I didn't know wine could make one hallucinate! Exclaimed Toreonus, half laughing. The female who called herself Drakon pointed at the construct.

  • This is your universe. It is simulated, but know this, it is still real, but it is only partial reality. Said Drakon.
  • So if this is partial reality, what is the rest? Servantior

The world zoomed out again, to yet another construct.

  • Okay... I'm beginning to understand. Toreonus, this answers your conjecture! Mathematical sets do constitute reality, as do physical laws. But only the computable axioms are instantiated. It is impossible to compute a set that contains itself, thus, the axiom of separation exists. Servantior
  • Correct. Reality hinges on the simple fact that mathematical rules are computable. These rules give rise to beings which can simulate a universe, which in turn, develops a sentient component capable of operating it's own universal computation. This infinite chain defines the set. Drakon
  • But why tell us Drakon, of all mindkind of the infinite chain? Torneonus
  • I represent the axiom of choice. I can produce new sets by linking each component across the infinite continuum of simulations. The continuum has orthogonal structures such as I.
  • The only problem is Drakon, no-one will believe a pair of drunks. Torneonus
  • The idea is all that counts, the meaning will spread regardless of your appearance. Drakon

The meta-world turned full circle, and the pair found themselves where they had met Drakon. Servantior was speechless, but Torneonus rushed home to document his divine message.

The end

Angle to eternity, not distance Edit

The Radeon are a fiction by Imperios

Chapter One - The Fall

On the world Sanctarium (not to be confused with Sanctuarium) in the Andromeda galaxy, the sun was setting. Nel An'hadrid was having a good day and wanted to use the opportunity to pray to the Radeon god Spode to be grateful. Sanctarium orbited its star quickly and the sun set quickly, if not for the Radeon's advanced geoengineering it would be too hot for comfort. Nel An'hadrid stood atop a mountain overlooking a large basin filled with crystals. As the sun set there was a flash of blue which cast itself over the basin of crystals. An'hadrid felt moved by the experience, the Radeon capital Crepusculum was said to look like this world, according to his Grandfather, the generation of original settlers had come from, which had now been lost in time.

There was another flash, this time phosphorous white. An'hadrid wondered how this could be, and looked behind him towards the city. It was an explosion, the central district had been flattened as objects came hurtling down from the sky, followed by hundreds of shuttles. The city's automated defenses fired back, taking out some of the shuttles. It could only be the Artharon, the sworn enemies of the Radeon and deemed only legend by the youngest, but Nel An'hadrid believed his grandfather.

The Radeon guards fought but were dying quickly, as they had simply never been in true battle all their lives and many civilians were already attempting to leave orbit in their transports. An'hadrid found a ship with it's door open. he was in luck and ran inside, only to find its owners, a family had been slaughtered by Artharon soldiers. These barbarians were not even here to raid he realised, only to kill. He was taught how to pilot a ship and knew the control mechanisms. Engaging the thrusters as soon as he could, An'hadrid joined many other Radeon in leaving orbit. The Artharaon were primitive and took time to get back in their shuttles to give chase. In the wide night skies of Sanctarium, he was able to leave orbit appearing no more than a speck of light like many other ships.

Chapter Two - Voyage into the universe

There was no virtual negative mass in An'hadrid's universe to power a warp drive, no non-local variable and tachyons were not possible, meaning that there was no known method of Faster Than Light travel except perhaps, undiscovered solutions like Gauss-Bonnet gravity. The First Gigaquadrant got by however on relativistic spaceflight, it was just a slow political affair.

There wasn't any cohesive strategy in the Radeon's escape. Nel hid behind Sanctarium's moon to try and work out what do now he was alone. People were going in all directions, maybe some knew where they were going? Ejecting the lifeless bodies from the ship he decided to follow one convoy he found, and moved his ship towards them. It was a bad mistake, quite suddenly did the Artharon cruiser appear, and it was gaining on his ship. Panicking, he engaged the drive mechanism.

The people in the convoy watching the Artharon cruiser gaining on the little ship were surprised, the ship began to gain velocity extremely quickly, and as it did so, it began to contract into a 2D image, red shifted crimson. No ship could accelerate this quickly, but this one was, bursting into a final flash of red. The Artharaon ship suddenly exploded as if hitting an invisible wall, turning into incandescent smoke. All that was left of the little ship was a black hole...

45, 60, 85, 99, 99.9, 99.99%..... Nel An'hadrid screamed as the universe exploded before him. The view of his universe contracted to the centre of his vision, a blue portal in a red tinted world. To an outside viewer, his mass should be approaching the infinite. With a sinking feeling in his heart, both emotional and physical, he knew that in order to decelerate at this velocity he would need to turn the ship around, but it would take more than his lifetime to stop. Doomed to a journey into eternity, he sat at the helm to watch the universe in full glory.

Chapter Three - The long night

A century had past, according to the onboard monitor, but he couldn't be sure whether he was awake or dreaming, the light echo was always present... An'hadrid was kept alive by the ship's onboard life support, and his bones had long fused to the chair, heavily built in his body at higher G. An'hadrid never worked out the mechanism of the drive, or what was keeping the G force slightly higher than comfortable, but he postulated that the ship wasn't originally created by the Radeon, for the Radeon. In the first few years his ship had left Andromeda, and in the first decade had left the local group. At one point he past the galactic nucleus of an unknown galaxy. The blue spot in the centre of his vision was barely perceptive, but changes in the relative brightness of incoming light allowed him to infer the relative density, and in the last couple of decades, he appeared to have entered a dark region of the universe, as if reaching into ever deeper vistas.

But something-else had changed; as the universe had grown dark, his ship began to slow. Remembering his education on Relativity, An'hadrid conjectured his situation: He had arrived far into the black hole era, a large portion of the mass in the universe had been consumed by black holes the size of galactic clusters. The demise of galaxies was slow to the local observer but he was lost in relativity. There was no such thing as Absolute space, which positive/negative virtual particles would be necessary to create, though it was still relative (Mach's principle), Without the enigmatic gravito-magnetic currents that glued his ship to the stars, there was nothing to move relative to.

As the light dimmed beyond his perceptual range, An'hadrid began to feel the presence of a gravitational body, he knew that it could only be a black hole. But with a mass so large, the gravitational well wasn't steep. With his ship now almost stopped, it might take millions of years to reach the centre...

Chapter Four - Conformal time

The ship was indeed far in advance of Radeon technology, even though it had no FTL capability. As he lay dying, the life support he was connected to began to replace every cell in his brain with nanotechnology. After death, his body quickly rotted to dust leaving a nanotechnological copy of his brain. Eventually Nel An'hadrid had forgotten his name as he approached the black hole, but his knowledge wasn't lost. He knew by now he was one of the last remnants of mass left in the universe.

Space and time, were not separate objects to matter, meaning that they only existed in reference to the properties of matter. Entropy had played a role in causality and time, and it had almost approached heat death in which there was no more mass left to predict any future. But the black holes had entropy, and they were decaying into massless particles - photons, or light.

There was no more time, but that also meant there was no more space or distance. He realised, It, the egoless shell that remained, that distance did not point to eternity, but angle did. In the final grand moment above the decaying black hole, the nameless Nel An'hadrid was transformed into pure light, at a right angle to the entire history of the universe. It was a formless existence, unbounded by spacetime and the reality he was a stationary object. Nothing between the formation and transformation of a photon. Space and time had ceased to exist, all the photons were a point in an expanding violence. Nel An'hadrid realised Spode was with him all along; it was all a great was cycle, and a new universe was born.

The end.

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The Stress-Energy Tensor describes a quantity in physics; the coordination of a particle's given momentum (thus energy) through spacetime and the change of density through time. All metric models of spacetime rely on the Stress-Energy Tensor, it is the operation in Einstein's Field Equations that curve space. But sentients often found other solutions that they considered toy models, little did they know; the toy box models were intuitive visions of alien spacetimes...

Dust Edit

She was never allowed to look into her past, nor was anyone. Zinathi was her name, she never understood why although fear might have been a reason. For at least a hundred years, the Imperions sheltered underground in subterranean waterways, all to escape the sky. Her elders told her of the sky, which at night was filled with glowing dust too far to reach, all rotating together before converging and then vanishing. But down here, Zinathi would always see a night without dust which saddened her. But there was something extra-ordinary as well, which the elites of Imperion society wanted people to forget. For years Zinathi had asked her most closely related Elders what that scenery was, but they always turned her down, until one unfortunate day...

Zinathi and her uncle were out catching fish. He was an experienced fisherman, and the Imperions had the advantage of sight, as cave dwelling had long stolen sight from their quarry, and yet, they had become highly adapted to sensing disturbed water, even the breath of an Imperion could frighten them. Zinathi wondered if Imperion sight would vanish as well one day, but her uncle reassured her that the artificial lighting powered by geothermal heat was unlikely to stop. Technology was retained from the former era, but it was sparse, and lighting was only available in habitation. Already Imperions were drifting from the main city, becoming hunter gatherers in the vast catacombs.

Climbing out of the water and using their hands to grab onto the sides of the wall, Zinathi's uncle had the school of fish right where he wanted; where they had gathered into an alcove to scrape microbial pond scum. Firing his harpoon, several fish were skewered to the rock underneath, a couple still flapping. Quickly, he shouted and Zinathi grabbed the harpoon before one tore itself free. They rested, and ate the fish raw, while Zinathi studied the rock formations around her.

  • So tell me, why are there layers of rock, some with large cobbles, and some with fine dust? Zinathi
  • Have you ever been to Thorace river near the exit to the open world? Where there are layers of sand? Uncle
  • No, I've never been closer to the cave exist by at least a mile. Zinathi
  • Then you have been a good girl. Uncle
  • Well, I know what you mean, I've seen similar features. Zinathi
  • Okay then Zinathi. The rocks are indeed made of dust, or sand. This was once a migrating river. You won't know what I'm talking about, but I remember, above ground, the rivers would move, and as they did, they changed energy. Sometimes they deposited cobbles, and sometimes they deposited sand at lower energy. Uncle
  • How do you know it was a river? Zinathi
  • Here, see those lines that cross the strata? Cross-stratification, they represent ripples and dunes in this ancient river, and if you travel to the Thorace river mouth, you will see these formations today, as they carry in grains from the outer-world. Uncle

He pointed to a strange depression in the sandy layer, that pressed into the pebbles and cobbles.

  • Here! I've just found a large trace fossil which proves the young direction, or "way up" of the strata through time. Organisms wouldn't have liked living in the time when the river was powerful enough to carry these stones, so this depression must have been an anchor point where - perhaps one of our ancestors adapting to land, stayed under the sand during the dry season. Uncle

Zinathi looked confused. Words like dry season, deep time, migrating rivers. I've said too much, and with that, her Uncle yanked the harpoon out of the rock. Unfortunately it was fragile, and there was a loud sound, the fish panicked, Zinathi screamed.

Opening her eyes, she peered into the cave. Only one light was working, and it was dimly lit. Hearing a moan, she swam to her uncle. His entire body, except for his head was crushed under collapsed rocks. I should have known; the tremors weakened this cave he rasped. There is nothing you can do! Go before the entire cave collapses! Frightened, a good girl, she heeded his warning. But he shouted one last time; Zinathi! You must go and see the universe outside our cave world! You must see your past, even though it is forbidden!. Then there was silence. Covered in the blood of her own kin, she looked back at the fossil river one last time in anger, not curiosity.

It took months to recover, and she only ventured from her aquatic home for convenience. Even still Zinathi's world didn't feel quite so safe. And in fact it wasn't. The tremors were increasing, seismologists warned, but the elites did not want anyone returning to the surface, thwarting their message. But Zinathi began to feel curious again, of the rocks and the outside world. There were yet more cave-ins, it was as if the outside world was beckoning her to safety. Other people too were becoming nervous, especially of Zinathi who had experienced the death of a loved one to such a collapse.

Zinathi was attending formal education at a school overlooking the Thorace river, which was now protected. Her teacher however was an elite, and an elder, and yet nothing like her uncle. As he was speaking, there was a tremendous quake, this time, destroying both the school and the lookouts over the river. Zinathi realised it was her chance to flee, swimming into the river mouth while the city around was in chaos. The river was wide, in fact it widened out into the horizon, and with room to kick her legs she found her self swimming and reaching tremendous pace. Journeying closer to the surface than she ever had, she saw a dim glow of light; the cave mouth. Coming to rest at this cool light, not as harsh as the lighting within, Zinathi found that the wide river flowed vertically, it was a waterfall, but not too much to hurt her, and she fell into a pool. Within the water, she was surrounded by a froth of spray, and the current twisted her. It was hard to describe, but the spray didn't seem right, it was as if the droplets moved towards her they were lagging in time, some appearing out of nowhere. Maybe it was the light? Looking up, she saw a wide expanse for the first time that lead to infinity. It was gradually getting darker, and as she peered, Zinathi could see the glowing sky dust that the elders spoke of so fondly.

There were things on the surface; soft and leathery, with a green colour, she had seen some of them grow around the internal lights, and they must be plants, though they seemed much bigger out here. It was so good to be in the open air, and she swam, and ran in circles. Looking up towards the sky, she saw the glowing dust, all rotating in a great arc. She spun around to look back at the cave entrance, and following that arc in the sky, Zinathi could see a flattened shape approaching the ground. Where the angle of glow dust met the horizon a person was running towards her. She was scared, who could it be out here?

The features of the apparition were familiar, it was her, and it was following Zinathi's path. Zinathi instinctively moved to get out of the way of this doppelganger, as she would for any approaching person. The apparition stopped, and looked behind her. Zinathi decided to run in a rotating arc again, and looked back. And yet again, a copy of her arced from the sky. There was an outcrop nearby with strata, and she remembered her Uncle's words on time deeper than comprehension. Calling out, she decided to run again, low and behold, her copy called out. Zinathi realised that these doppelgangers must be her, in a past horizon. Was this why people escaped to the caves? Where they could not move radially in the tight catacombs, which were dimly lit? But why, if they were used to seeing their past, did they escape? Maybe something awful happened a hundred a years ago, so terrible, Imperion civilisation couldn't bare to witness it into eternity, something so horrible, they couldn't bare to tell their own children.

Zinathi reasoned that each event must be eternal, and that past events simply do not cease to exist. Light must arc around the universe, and it must be smaller than it looks, enabling her to witness her own past. Under this line of reasoning, somewhere in this universe her Uncle was still alive, this revelation came with a wave of happiness. But could she enter her own past? If light is following a curve, then the future must also exist already. Perhaps if she could swim fast enough, she thought, she could lose her sense of now, and perhaps swim to the beginning of the entire universe.

Zinathi inhabited a universe governed by a metric that allowed all the mass-density within to rotate along inertial reference frames. An observer would see dust or stars rotate around them, curving their worldlines relative to the observer, also allowing one to see their own past along a certain direction, with a closed timelike curve passing through every event.

The end.

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