[ WP ] Your job is to enter information into a database . Everything goes weird when you get to your entry , and accidentally type an infinity symbol into the current location box .

Amy strode into work Friday morning cheery and ready for the day. Not only was it Friday, but she was about to finish her first week at her new job. The interview process was insane and she had been lucky enough to land the job. 
 
 The office was just getting ready for the day, and that everlasting smell of coffee welcomed her to her cubicle. The work was n't exciting, but she loved it. Her job was to enter the data that kept the company going. She made spreadsheet after spreadsheet, and then submitted them to her boss to use for their clients. 
 
 Amy completed her first couple spreadsheets and was feeling good about the day. Gabriel came by with the mail, and shortly after, Michael dropped by with her next data set: `` Universal Constants.'' 
 
 `` Boss wants some of these tweaked. Just look at the last file and merge it with this new stuff.'' 
 
 She had n't used any of this data yet; of course, the first week is full of new things. So she got to work. 
 
 This data was fascinating. Things like the speed of light, number of parallel universes, x y and z of the base universe ( all set at infinity currently ), and other amazing facts. She went through the data set for the next 2 hours, bumping up the `` # of stars'' variable by roughly a half trillion, and setting `` Digits of Pi'' to a finite 3,141,592,653,589,793 digits. That was a fun one. After she finished, she saved, and sent it to the man upstairs. 
 
 Not 5 minutes later, everyone jumped as the large wooden door labeled I AM swung open. A large man walked out with a stoic look. His grey beard was trimmed neatly and matched his white dress shirt which was accented by the suspenders holding up his pinstripe pants. A smoldering cigar hung loosely from his right hand and the office silenced to only typing. 
 
 His thunderous voice was intimidating, but warm. 
 
 `` Listen up everyone, we're getting glitches in the base universe that's making it unstable. Drop what you're doing and figure out what we did wrong.'' 
 
 Amy looked around and everyone had begun going through the days work. The Boss began patrolling cubicles, overlooking the process. Amy anxiously looked through her spreadsheets. Had she messed up? What had happened? What would happen if the base universe was unstable for too long? These questions were flying through her head as she perused her data. 
 
 An hour passed before the lights flickered, and the ground rumbled slightly. The Boss clapped his hands and boomed out, 
 
 `` C'mon people! What'd we miss? Is predestination in order? Did we double check prayer records??'' 
 
 Just then, Amy saw it; an inconsistency in her data. 
 Amy slowly raised her hand. 
 
 `` Um... sir?'' 
 
 The large grey haired man was uneasily puffing on his cigar when he heard her timid call and he quickly made his way to her desk. With one hand on her chair back and the other on her desk, he spoke warmly and softly, 
 
 `` What is it Amy?'' 
 
 She pointed a shaking finger to her monitor where it read: `` Years since Genesis: INF.'' It had generated an inconsistency. The date of creation was clearly set at 13,372,194,827 yrs BC. 
 
 The ground shook violently, and the lights flickered again. The workers looked out the office window into the cosmos. Galaxies were shifting; stars flickering in and out of existence. 
 
 Amy had tears running down her face. 
 
 `` It was an accident I swear! I would never try to do this!'' 
 
 The large man sighed. 
 
 `` Find the right data and get it to me ASAP. We might not have much time.''
