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

We develop, we learn, we teach and pass on. 
 
 We had bad times, but never lost anything, so we kept walking forward. 
 It's been sometime now since we left it running, it had plenty of room to grow and learn and develop and study and pass on, almost like we did. 
 
 We programmed it. 
 Created just as an answer to our curiosity, just as a simulation of what may have been. We were n't sure what we would see, or could see, no one would ever be. 
 And as we checked the monitors, as we checked the numbers and did our math, we saw nothing different of a mirror. 
 
 We saw ourselves in the numbers, our veins in the code, our memories in the data, our lives in lines. 
 There's no good seeing what will be done. 
 I look at the gray ceiling, doubting its colour for the first time, and ask myself how deep we are in this. 
 Surprised I look down, the screens are brighter with familiar words. 
 

