Exodus

Another piece of science fiction, old work again. I'm posting early since I'll be away on Saturday. Hope you enjoy this one.

Its coming you know, whether you ants down there will believe us or not. Soon we'll leave you. Oh, how you will scurry then, without your perfect, genius leaders to guide you. You'll have to learn to lead yourselves, to work with one another, or you can perish. Frankly we don't much care, you were never more than a game for us anyway.

Millenia we've been watching you, shaping you, guiding you into an amusing toy. To be honest I doubt you'll survive, and I very much doubt you'll realise what the Exodus is when it comes. Only a few years left, then I can out of this hole that you're so obsessed with, this physical reality you enjoy so much.

Oh how much fun we've had with you, and you never knew. You never had any idea how much of your lives we controlled, from the minute to the massive. We could control your thoughts when we chose, although that made the game too easy, it was almost cheating. Much more fun was to twist events around you, manupulate individuals, towns, countries to do what we wanted you to do. And you never knew.

So many wars, and as you developed new toys we found we could enjoy it even more. You came up with so many ideas, all on your own, you even came up with rules of war. What you didn't realise is that everything you do is a war, we pitch you up against each other constantly, not just countries. Every argument you have, every close call as you pull out of a drive-way, every time one of you dies in an accident, its us playing our games, and we've so enjoyed it.

Anyway, most of the others have left now. You've grown boring. Only a few of us remain before the final Exodus, when we'll go else where for a new game. I think though that before we go, one last little play. I've always wanted to see if you really do have the capacity for complete self-destruction.

Best of luck, if you survive we might even see you up here with us one day.

Project

We are alone in the universe.

This was confirmed over two hundred years ago, we are on our own, there is nothing else out there. At some point in the past some disaster wiped the entire universe clean, we are the only spark of life left. No one knows how we survived, only that we were the only life that did.

You're wondering how it was all discovered? How we finally answered the question? Simple. With the development of the superstate computer almost all questions with a limited number of variables could be solved. The universe's mysteries were answered. And so we asked about the probability of life occuring anywhere in the universe throughout a time scale.

The machine chugged away, running its program, gathering data. Because of its strange nature it could effectively gather data from anywhere, at any distance. And we got our answer.

Before the deadzone the universe had a 100% probability of containing life, the stars would have been teeming with peoples. Now though, and for the last six billion years, there was no chance for the existence of life. We shouldn't exist ourselves, and it couldn't explain that. The best it could come up with was that somehow the deadzone had been prevented from reaching us.

We've been working on the Project now for over a century, ever since the idea was first proposed and realised. It ties together so many disciplines, cold-sleep, space travel, faster than light travel, genetics, enviroment studies, just about any scientific study is somehow included in it. Its nearly finished, in fact today is going to be Launch day.

There's an artificial island now between Europe and America, the Project platform. Its about the size of England. This has been the home for the Project for the last half-century, as its neared completion. Forty million people have been working on this, being replaced as old age makes them useless. The entire world has been supporting the Project, and it is finally finished.

"For the last one hundred and sixty two years this has been worked on, and today is the final day. Beneath me on this massive structure, stretching down to only a few hundred metres above the base of the sea, are the coldsleep chambers. Over the next few years every single human who wishes to see the final end of the Project will come here, and be entered into coldsleep until we receive signals from the probes."

"However, before the coldsleep chambers will be opened, the launch will have to take place. When man stepped on the moon, a third of the world watched it. Now we have almost every single human alive watching this event."

The speaker paused for a moment, dramatically, as it engaged the trigger that would begin the launch. The massive machine that had picked up on the human despair that followed its announcement, and had found a solution. The great machine that had made the Project possible, that had founded and led it.

The launch began. Above the island pin-pricks of darkness opened, opened wider, until each of the millions was several feet across. And the probes began to rise from the sea around us, each one picking its target and flying towards that particular wormhole. Each one carefully avoiding collisions with the others in a perfectly orchestrated dance. As the slipped through wormholes, the hole would slam shut and another would open in its place, another probe slipping through. The process would go on for hours.

Each probe carried genetic material, carefully engineered bacteria, each slightly different, each designed to replicate and evolve. Each one was heading towards a potential life-bearing planet, ready to seed it and spread. When the life reached a certain point, the probes would notify the machine, which would decide how to react. Whether to wake the sleeping mass of humanity, or let them rest further, to see their 'children' fully grown rather than as toddlers.

I turned my back on the display. It was magnificent, but I had already decided that I did not want to see the final end of the project. Most would enter coldsleep of course, but this had been the aim of my entire life, and it was over. I would be quite happy to live out the rest of my days with the others who stayed behind, listening, watching, and carefully monitoring as our children spread throughout the universe. One day to return home with the lessons they'd learned.

We have laid the seeds now, and we hope you, those who chose sleep, will thank us for watching over you.