[ WP ] God is a college student , and the universe is his design project , to be presented in front of a panel of judges , professors , and investors . The panel is much tougher in their critiques than anticipated .

God pulled anxiously at his beard, the silence damning. The Multiverse Admissions Council sat at their table, the traditionalists scratching away with quills, the younger immortals submitting their observations into the ever present One Thought. All around, the walls of the auditorium glowed blue. It was designed to keep any intrusive eyes from peering in, whether from the past, present, or future, all so that the omnipotent couldn ’ t foresee what faults the council would find in their various projects. 
 
 “... wellllll, ” said one of the beings, his wisps of light glowing in consideration. “ It seems very fleshed out, I would say. But three dimensions seems a little… lacking. ” 
 
 “ A-Ah, uh, see, ” stammered God, shifting through his papers. “ I originally intended on *five*, but, uh, I found that it ’ s much simpler to establish organic life in three. Most research shows that complex lifeforms evolve much quicker when their surroundings are much easier to perceive. ” 
 
 “ **YES, ** ” boomed the Ancient One of Considerable Mass, most of his form hidden within the three whole universes it resided in. “ **IT WORKED QUITE WELL WITH YOUR BROTHER ’ S “ FLATLAND ” PROPOSITION. BUT, THIS DOES NOT EXCUSE YOUR UNIVERSE ’ S APPARENT TENDENCY TO TEAR ITSELF APART. ** ” 
 
 Honest, that one. God tried to roll with the punch. 
 
 “ Oh, entropy? ” He nearly felt like he had to cough the words out. Why was his mouth so dry? “ That is for efficiency -- ” 
 
 “ Efficiency? ” said Cold Logic. “ Degrading your universe over time hardly seems ‘ efficient ’. ” 
 
 God had always hated Cold Logic, as did all the other students. His classes were never enjoyable, always steeped in intense realism. If it weren ’ t for the fact that Cold Logic alone could destroy all the other creators in a blink of an eye, God doubted the university would have put up with him for so long. 
 
 “ I ’ ve always noticed that, with the other graduates ’ universes, they always end up becoming so cluttered, ” defended God. He tried not to pull at his beard again. “ Organic life becomes sentient, sets out from their origin, and begin to create new mass depending on their line of technological advancement. Entropy, see, prevents unlimited resources from occurring, and the universe from becoming too busy. ” 
 
 Cold Logic, ever placid, did not follow up on his query. He just stared, like always. 
 
 More silence ensued before one of the laws of reality spoke up. 
 
 “ What about these… hue-mans? ” asked Time, its many strings of what-has-been and what-will-be tied up in an indecipherable ball. 
 
 “ Humans, ” God corrected. 
 
 “ Hue-mans. It ’ s your ONLY intended sentient species. ” 
 
 God cleared his throat. “ I wanted to test the limitations of curiosity. How far will a species go to confirm they ’ re not alone in the universe? Ideally, they ’ ll search until entropy catches up with them. ” 
 
 Again, more silence, more scratching of quills, more ambient hums of the One Thought. 
 
 “ That will be all, God, ” said the headmaster. “ You may go. We will let you know the fate of your universe soon. ” 
 
 God gathered his papers and made to leave, silently glad it was all over. The headmaster stopped him with an abrupt “ *But*. ” 
 
 The headmaster ’ s face tilted down, his eyes glowing with the stars of a thousand realities. “ Do recall you are not the first student to have the idea to create one of your species ‘ in your image ’. I would suggest refraining from committing to that small proposal. ” 
 
 He waved a hand. God scurried out.
