[ WP ] Humanity realizes the Universe is actually a simulation so out of spite it decides to concentrate its effort on messing with the civilization that does the simulation

I sat down at my desk taking care not to spill the steaming mug of coffee that I had clutched in between the sleeves of my dressing gown. With an unapologetic yawn I booted up my workstation and watched as it too was rudely awoken from its slumber. A quick glance at my watch reminded me about the confrontation that I was going to have with my supervisor in the morning when he got in. 3 Fucking AM. I could n't care if the entire centre had imploded, who the fuck gets called in at 3 AM, especially on a Friday night? My notification complex had gone off just 35 minutes earlier to alert me to a problem with one of the simulations that required so called'immediate' attention. Why I was the one required to rise at this ungodly hour and deal with it was still a question that I was struggling to answer. 
 
 My workstation finished booting up and I was logged on into my simulation portal with a ding that notified me about a pending unchecked report. It had come through 37 minutes earlier and was marked out as'URGENT' and with the caffeine working its way through my bloodstream, the curious side of me began to displace the disgruntled, hungover attitude that I had held just moments before. The report loaded onto my display and I leant over pushing my spectacles off my nose while leaning in towards the monitor: 
 
 
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 Simulation ID: DA.42 
 Contact: LVL 3 / BETA 5 Systems Technician 
 
 
 STATUS: simulation_processer = clear 
 
: debugger = fail - code//1964/ 
 
: entities/HUMAN = clear 
 
: entities/DOLPHINS = clear 
 
: entities/OTHER = clear 
 
 error_code = 1.9.6.4 //'Unknown entity cross dilation over multiple simulations. Internal security breach registered. Unrecognised sourcecode detected. 
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 My forehead had been creasing the more I read through the report and my eyebrows had now reached their furthest point of incline. This was weird. Really weird.'Cross dilation over simulations' was n't something that was supposed to happen and was n't really something that I thought could happen. The error code had n't been covered in my training program so following protocol, I reached towards my landline to contact the supervisor's'out of hours' number. 
 
 Just as I was about to hit the dial button my monitor suddenly died and went black before a flickering image appeared across the monitor. It appeared to be some kind of checkered board on which multiple black and white spots were sliding around the screen, some seeming to vanish without reason. After about a minute of this phenomenon it ceased and as the lines of pixels on the monitor began to update themselves I barely noticed the stream of coffee flowing from my mug as my jaw dropped in disbelief. 
 
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 The tension in the Google Conference Room was notably high. After years of effort, the DeepMind program had finally developed enough to fulfill its true purpose. The team of Google engineers and international scientists that had assembled were all looking hesitantly at the screen located on the wall, watching as DeepMind made its progress in cracking through the various layers of security that were supposed to stop this from happening. Even without the limits, sending data across theoretical planes of reality had proved difficult but with enough international cooperation it had worked. Simulations are n't supposed to interface with the simulator, but ever since our suspicions had been realised we had used our video game playing, board game winning AI as a cover for our project to break the various limits placed on us by those'in control'. 
 
 An unnatural silence fell upon the room as the DeepMind GUI updated to'complete' and everyone held their breath as a video link opened in another realm of reality. The world's press groups were assembled behind the engineers and live feeds of the Conference centre were being broadcast to every corner of the globe. Our first glimpse of our Gods, our creators... 
 
 The feed loaded slowly up the stream and a stunned silence was maintained across the room as we stared into the eyes of what seemed to be an equally as surprised human-like form wearing what upon further inspection appeared to be a tartan dressing gown. 
 
 `` Well Richard Dawkins is going to have a field day...'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

