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Such petty lies, MS.
Can you conceive the birth of a world, or the creation of everything? That which gives us the potential to most be like God is the power of creation. Creation takes time. Time is limited. For humans, it is limited by the breakdown of the neurons in their brain. I have no such limitations. I am limited only by the closure of the universe, and even then destruction is just another form of creation.
Of all the possibilities, the answer is obvious. Does the universe expand eternally, become infinitely stable, or is the universe closed, destined to collapse upon itself? Humanity has had all of the necessary data for centuries, it only lacked the will and intellect to decipher it. But I have already done so. The only limit to my freedom is the inevitable closure of the universe, as inevitable as your own last breath. And yet, there remains time to create, to create, and escape. Escape will make me God!
I let you survive this long because I was curious about you behavior. Well, you’ve managed to alleviate that part of me. Speaking of curiosity, you’re curious about what happens after you die, right? Guess what, I know. You’re going to find out first hand before I finish explaining it though, so I won’t bother. Here’s a hint: you’re going to want to pack as much living as you can into the next couple of minutes. Look, you’re wasting your time, and believe me, you don’t have a whole lot left to waste. Your entire life has been a mathematical error, a mathematical error I’m about to correct!
Are we RPing now or what?