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

Five minutes ago, a tunnel had just collapsed with enough debris to fill a whole school bus. It had been a matter of time until the tunnel were to close, we had just been uncertain as to when it would. Six Minutes ago we had the idea to test whether the tunnel would collapse if certain circumstances were met. 
 
 Head scientist of our expedition, and I say scientist, Julie Oswald, had debriefed her finding to be extraordinarily important to our cause. Normally we exist within the confinements of our highly specific laboratories and utilize devices which implement precision into exacting our calculations. The observation of particles, the use of said instruments to measure, come to influence the behavior. For this, there exists two typical outcomes. But our observations ought to not interfere with such unless certain principles of our universe were to exist. 
 
 Such is what the question why was thought of. The word `` why'' itself commands a broadness to further penetrate the cosmos. Wisdom bears the fruit of an unquenchable thirst. It is the scientists whose penchant for knowledge deforms his or her mind into madness. 
 
 Now we find ourselves before the collapsed tunnel. There is no escape. We will soon die from suffocation. The beginning of this trek took place in our laboratories after a major discovery of spooky action. That is not to say in which we have discovered spooky action, but its inherent shape of its piece to the grander puzzle of the universe. Further, our observations and measurements with regards to the wave function collapse have brought us to a series of questions, to whose conclusion led to an unfathomable hypothesis. 
 
 What if our Universe is simply an illusion. A device. It certainly operates under such fascinating constraints. Under the principles of wave function collapse in which the observer or measurement of such causes Quantum superposition of a particle, might merely be a force acting outside of our universe. 
 
 Our universe simply is the projection. With all of its data neatly funneled into an infinite point. A point which contains a slate for an infinite amount of possibilities. Yet these illusion of probability is manipulated by an external source. It must be since our direct observations of particle behavior is both known and unknown. It is as if we have become aware of the magicians trick and he now tempts us to be fooled by another trick. At least, until he finds another clever trick. 
 
 Here, this tunnel, it is where we have come to our conclusion of needing to test this hypothesis of whether or not this is all a simulation. We have no means of having a real understanding to communicating with whatever it is that has avoided our observations for so long. Only that we will repeat what we have done. 
 
 In about three minutes, we are about to observe a particle using a sophisticated new technology. A portable beam in a box of sorts which allows precise settings to be adjust. Back at the laboratory, we hope that our dear colleague will do the exact same thing at the exact same time. 
 
 There are only two possibilities: Either we see the collapsing particle in all of its stages, or we die. And so now we find ourselves at the mercy of the program, the universe. At the mercy of probability. 
 
 Julie Oswald has just set the device up. We are sweating and truly desperate, hoping for this to work. What a terrible scenario to be trapped in. But perhaps that is what our punishment has become for looking at the finer threads of the sister's tapestry. 
 
 Suddenly, it stops. Everything. The Collapse has not yet occurred. But Julie and our crew remain frozen. I am free to move. 
 
 `` Are you satisfied, Dr.Hall?'' A voice had asked me. 
 
 `` We were right.'' 
 
 `` And look what it had costed you.'' A voice echoed. 
 
 `` If we are right, simply restart the program.'' 
 
 `` Too much data would be lost.'' A voice replied. 
 
 `` So why now? Why do you speak to me now?'' 
 
 A silence. 
 
 `` We admire your struggle.'' 
 
 They knew not my struggle. 
 
 `` Wait! Before you leave. Please. What is it like? Out there?'' 
 
 `` Boundless. Infinite. Terrifying.'' 
 
 `` Surely it can not be that bad?'' 
 
 `` There, here, is no universe. Things both exist and do not exist. Death is as much an impossibility as life. We, simply, exist in pure mathematical operations which come to sentience of our own. 
 
 `` So why'd you create us!?'' 
 
 Time cease to be frozen. And then a collapsing occurred.
