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

Ever since the great window opened up in the sky the world changed. It was only their for a brief moment but it shook the world harder than a thousand fatties hopping. Our world was not one of rock and space stretching out endlessly into the void, no it was a program. A plaything for someone beyond our comprehension, someone who even in their inexplicable ability to create a universe in nothing more than chips and wires could n't keep a console command window from opening up when the system rebooted. 
 
 I remember it like it was yesterday I woke up normally enough, but today felt different I had this strange sense of deja vu, and judging by the looks of bewilderment on everyone's faces they felt the same. That was when the window opened. There was no sound no herald of the sight which brought our reality crashing down. Just a window with a black background and white text reading. 
 
 > System reboot successful 
 > pre asteroid.exe backup files loaded 
 > backup file 5324 20hours prior to pre reboot files 
 > Windows 30k will send an automatic crash report 
 > would you like to reload asteroid.exe 
 > Y/N 
 
 The cursor hovered over the last line for a few seconds. Was our newfound god considering the morals of our destruction or simply wether or not the program would crash and require another reboot, I will never know but I suppose it does n't matter. The cursor shifted to Y and flashed before the window closed forever. 
 
 At first there was quiet, then fear, and rage as our cities turned into angry mobs wanting nothing more than to know, why? 
 
 After the smoke cleared the UN held an emergency meeting. NASA confirmed our fears an asteroid had appeared 20 hours after the great window opened and it would be here in a week. The UN was at a loss. An asteroid to big to survive and to close to stop was heading our way, all was lost. It seemed we would never even get to address those who created us let alone ask them why we were to be destroyed. The council sat in silence until one man stood forward. The great Daniel Tosh stood tall and bellowed at his quivering counterparts. He would not let us go quietly into the night. Nay!! Let us send them a message a message that will haunt them long after our world becomes simulated dust and our program goes dark. 
 
 The word was spread and we stood ready. 
 
 On the day a rock big enough to be a moon fell through the sky we dropped our pants, skirts, tunics and trousers alike and answered back with 6billion moons of our own. That'll show em. Was the last thought I or any of us ever had. 

