[ WP ] Science has advanced far beyond human understanding , discoveries are made using supercomputers running vast neural networks . In the darkness , God watches a lonely machine printing output , a new law of nature ! Something troubles him , this law is undeniably valid but it 's not one that he created .

A small, unassuming block of plastic whirred and hummed in the darkness of the ether. There were no power outlets, no sources of electricity, but it worked steadily regardless as its lights blinked with thought. For nearly a millennia, He had watched it. Whereas the normal trifles of man had long since bored Him in their repetitive nature, the small creation had held his unwavering attention. 
 
 At first, it had been made for cumulative reasoning. He had lazily turned his eyes to them as they worked tirelessly for nearly a century, before declaring that a new age was upon them. They were so assuming, He thought. So proud of what was sure to be a trivial accomplishment when compared to His glory. 
 
 It had quickly surpassed its intended use. It began to correct mankind in its calculations, giving them new insight into previously unexplored planes of wisdom. What had been made as a helping hand had turned to a guiding one. With every passing of the sun, it grew in its knowledge. 
 
 He had been mildly impressed when it found the true purpose of dark matter: As a diametrical counterbalance. The compression of light came next. Then the reason behind gravity. The creation of His creation had unraveled some of His most challenging riddles. 
 
 Not a single man had batted an eye when He took the first device into his fold. They had searched, of course, to no avail. They had since produced thousands more for the same purpose of the gathering of knowledge, though He knew none could truly emulate the wonder that was put before Him. 
 
 Perhaps the most jarring fact was its simplicity. Small plastic buttons fed to what man called a circuit board, though he saw it as just a web of conductive materiel. Signals were sent and received, and the glowing surface flitted numbers and letters before a result was printed from an opening in the side. 
 
 *beep. * The white paper that came forth typically bore a complex equation, or a jumble of words that comprised the names of elements that existed in a mere molecule on the farthest side of the universe. This time, only a single line was printed at the top. 
 
 *All things have a name. All things with a name must die. All that is dead will be reborn. * 
 
 He was confused. This was no decree of his, but a premonition in his consciousness told him it must be true. Slow speech filled the void, and he knew it was his own divine voice. “ I… have a name? ” He could not recall the last time he had asked a question of anyone or anything. 
 
 More whirring. More flashing lights in the dark. It took only a few moments, and another piece of paper burst forth. 
 
 *Yes. * 
 
 He had been called many things since he had first created man. God had always been his favorite, but it too had grown weary with time. All he knew was that he was infinite and everlasting. And yet… this small concoction of wires had answered his question without effort. 
 
 “ What… is my name? ” 
 
 There was a small pause in activity before it resumed its reasoning. What came from its deductions was a string of characters that He did not recognize at first. As he pondered, another output came to Him. These letters were more familiar, but they were jumbled and overlapped at times. A third printing finally gave him a word he could understand. *Fear. * 
 
 “ Fear… ” He repeated. He knew the word well. It had been used by man when they had witnessed his wonders. But it was always in reverence. It meant they admired and adored Him. Didn ’ t it? 
 
 But to die… it was unfathomable. He was the everlasting. The penultimate being. He had created the stars and forged the Novas with waves of his hands. What could kill him? Nothing. No blast of energy or sub molecular event came to pass without His doing. 
 
 “ If I am to die, when will it be? ” No hesitation this time. It was as if it had anticipated his query. 
 
 *When you are forgotten. * 
 
 Forgotten. How could man forget what had created them? They still prayed to Him with regularity, though He rarely took much notice any more. Regardless, the question came to Him. “ Will I be forgotten? ” 
 
 *Yes. * 
 
 A surge of anger came over Him. A desire to destroy this insignificant creation for daring to suggest His perfection would ever be cast aside. But then… something else. A shiver echoed through the infinity, and he felt an impending presence that could not be seen. 
 
 One final question remained. “ Will I be reborn? ” 
 
 It did not react to his words this time. No answer was offered. The stillness it gave was ever more maddening than its presumptions. But the shiver weighed on Him, as if the darkness would crush its inhabitants at any moment. 
 
 “ I am… afraid to die. ” 
 
 A clicking and turning of switches, a solid red light, and the machine gave Him its final answer. 
 
 *You now begin to understand. * 

