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

Our video message to our creators had gone unnoticed, as had our rearranging the asteroid belt to spell out a message. However, our latest attempt was sure to raise a few eyebrows–assuming, of course, that they *had* eyebrows. 
 
 I was sitting in the White House communicating over video message with a team working on the Large Hadron Collider in CERN. Dr. Muller was my contact there. 
 
 `` What's your status so far?'' I asked. 
 
 A thin, bespectacled man turned toward the monitor on the other end. `` Still six point six seven four, Mr. President,'' said Dr. Muller. 
 
 `` And what's our goal?'' 
 
 `` To move it at all. Even a little bit in either direction.'' 
 
 `` Thanks doctor,'' I said. 
 
 After a few minutes, Dr. Muller spoke again. `` I think we've done it! Six point six seven *three*, Mr. President.'' 
 
 `` Great work doctor. Now we just sit and wait. Or pray, if that's your sort of thing.'' 
 
 I was n't a scientist, but even I knew the significance of actually changing *G*, the gravitational constant. If I understood correctly, this meant that in that lab in Switzerland, gravity was temporarily weaker. Or more powerful. One of the two. And if changing a *universal constant* did n't get their attention, I do n't know what would. 
 
 A minute later, the door to my room burst open. Six secret service agents filed through and surrounded me. `` What's going on?'' I asked. 
 
 `` We have an intruder in the White House, Mr. President,'' said Agent Beamen. 
 
 Great. Yet another crazed psycho who was against `` contacting God'' had broken into the White House. These constant interruptions were beginning to put a damper on an otherwise exciting milestone for humanity. 
 
 `` Agent Beamen, can you give me a visual? Switch over that monitor to security footage,'' I said. 
 
 The agent tapped away at the keyboard. The monitor switched from CERN to one of the White House lobbies. There were four secret service agents with their guns trained on the intruder. I could n't tell whether the intruder was a man or a woman. He or she was entirely covered in blue. It did n't even look like a costume, but rather their skin. 
 
 The intruder walked forward slowly, completely ignoring any instructions to stop. One of the agents fired his taser but it glanced harmlessly off the intruder's skin. The other agents opened fire with live rounds but not a single bullet met its mark. The intruder continued walking forward until they were no longer visible on the monitor. 
 
 `` Beamen, what the hell's going on out there?'' I asked. 
 
 He said nothing, but instead tapped a few more keys on the keyboard. The monitor switched again so we could see the intruder. An agent tried to physically block the intruder's path, but the intruder pushed them aside with a level of force that sent them flying off screen. The intruder was still completely untouched by bullets or anything else. They finally reached the door of the room we were standing in, tore the door off its hinges, and entered. 
 
 The secret service agents leveled their guns at the intruder. `` Do n't fire,'' I said. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Hello, Mr. President,'' said the intruder. `` I understand you've been trying to contact us.''
