[ WP ] Humans discover that our universe is a computer simulation . We try and make contact with our creator ( s ) .

Jack rubbed rubbed the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. `` Look, we have to be patient. This is uncharted territory.'' 
 
 Samantha frowned. `` No, it's not. This is something we should understand. Think about it. If you created a simulation, and that simulation displayed a message, you would see it.'' Samantha's brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her narrow glasses accentuating how slim her features were. 
 
 Jack let out a sigh. `` We do n't know that. We do n't even know that we were the point of the simulation. All we know is that the entire universe, as we know it, is simulated. But we ca n't even get out far enough past our own solar system to know if that is fully simulated, or not. And let's be honest. If they were simulating an entire universe, or even a galaxy, we are a pretty small piece of that. They may not care at all about artificial intelligence.'' Jack put his head in his hands, a well known sign by his colleagues that he was frustrated. But then, they all were. 
 
 `` I ca n't think of another reason why they would build a simulation,'' Samantha said adamantly. `` If they have the technological capabilities to create... this,'' she motioned with her hands spread wide, her eyes darting across the room, `` then they do n't need a simulation to tell them how it all works. They already know.'' 
 
 George spoke up, his voice soft but sharp. `` We do n't know that Samantha. We could be a game, for all we know. I mean, we create games, with artificial worlds, physics engines, AI, the works. Yeah, we generally do n't use our most advanced technology to make games, but we have no way of knowing how advanced their tech is. Maybe, generating an entire universe is child's play for them.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't accept that. We keep going. If words do n't work, then maybe pi. Or some other mathematical constant.'' Samantha was referring to the efforts of recursive communication. We, as a society, had decided to try to communicate with our creators. Each continent, during the night, would have restricted lighting. From space, it would look as if Earth was a rotating marquee. If they were'zoomed' in more, they would see terra-formed plots of lands, roads, and even billboards. Signs were hung up everywhere. 
 
 It had been ten years though. Ten years of trying to communicate with no observable response. We had multiple theories about how they might try, and we had directions about what we were looking for scattered everywhere as well. Any change, any glitch, that could prove that they were watching us. 
 
 `` You know that wo n't work Samantha. We need it to be completely obvious that we are trying to contact our creators, not just an alien species. The message needs to be specific enough if we ever hope to make contact.'' Jack stood up and turned to look out the window at the world. Every time he thought about how intricate everything was, it hurt his head. Something that could simulate something so massive as the universe, at a sub-atomic level, was beyond humanity. Their creators were Gods, at least in the aspect of power. And they might as well be when it came to knowledge as well. 
 
 George piped up again. `` Let's run though all of the options again. Funding is running out. People are getting bored. As far as we know, our entire species might be just a brief blip relative to their perception of time.'' 
 
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 Jeelifson peered at the display in front of him. `` Are we ready?'' his deep voice echoed in the minds of his colleagues. 
 
 They nodded, and Jeelifson pressed a floating icon title'URNG'. A few seconds later, a complex equation appeared, and quickly morphed into a number. Jeelifson smiled. `` It works. The perfect random number generator.''
