THE GODS THEMSELVES

For a moment, I was shocked. I managed to get everything clear in my mind. I was… I was not real. I was totally programmed.

I looked around. The river was running, towards the equator on the endless sloping land. I was here to get some leisure time, I was just too busy as an engineer. But turns out I wasn’t even here.

So where was I if I was not on Dyson Sphere 42? And… what was I?

Am I some kind of toy of God? Of the programmer of me?

But all these just felt so real, I was born here on Dyson Sphere 42. I was used to living on the shell of our sun.

Before I could get myself together, the nature of being a software engineer make me take a glance at the other side of the wall. A simple word as "console" just sent me a key to the real world.

I was expecting some kind of God. They should be smarter, stronger, and more powerful than my kind. I was a normal human being, born in 3023, living on Dyson Sphere 42, and was both thrilled and scared to meet some civilization higher than mine.

To be honest, I was expecting at least a type III civilization.

However – I couldn’t trust my eyes – what was in front of me was a crowd of… ancient people. They were pure nerds, with heavy glasses, flannel shirts, and clumpy antique laptops.

They didn’t realize that I was there, that I was watching them.

“How is your experiment going?”

“Running well. I’m making a beautiful model of Dyson Sphere.”

“Yeah, I love that. Just imagine what a type II civilization will be like!”

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FYI, we human beings are not even a type I civilization so far. Know more about Dyson Sphere, check SciFidea.