I sit down, my hand sweaty.
The opposite chair is empty– for now.
Only about a year ago humanity reached what's now called The Singularity. Years were put into this project. Years of believers of all beliefs sitting together, abandoning all arguments of "a true religion". Of "a true God". Of the one who truly created the universe. Who, with their hands crafted the humankind and the world around.
All to... create a machine that could call the one true God to the Earth.
At first it seemed impossible, borderline stupid to think that humans as they are – cruel, selfish, rarely good and all that they are as a species (especially so far from the Heavens and the divine) could even begin to imagine a machine of that kind.
Especially once it was announced to the whole world. Especially once scientists and mechanics from all around the world were gathered into one place with one specific goal...
Many quit even before any breakthrough.
They blamed their incompetence onto how this is, as they had put it: "a curse on God's name".
"A laugh into the face of any religion".
"A spit into what's divine and untouchable".
In fact, you were one of the last few standing from the start of the original project.
One of the second bunch of people that got invited, after so many talented left because of their arrogance. Or because of fear. In all honesty you didn't care for the reasons. And nor did you want to know them.
When the first breakthrough finally happened after years of nothing working...
You laughed at all who left.
You laughed as you remembered how they looked down on you.
It shouldn't be. But it was.
And such machinery... became the reason that the world started to hold its breath.
As the years went on, as The Singularity started to have less and less problems with each and every new tweak in its workings...
The world started to change.
People all over the globe reported how long dead species were suddenly just... there. In the wild. How the nature seemed to, without a reason why...
You continued working, taking it as a sign that what you're doing is right.
The Singularity was done.
As done as it could be, anyways.
As the eventually assigned leader you were the person your team chose as the one to hold the first contact with a God.
You were, as usual, in your protective gear (in case anything explodes like last time). One of your colleagues gave you the sign behind the protective glass.
And as it does... you wonder, not for the first time, who or what you will see if this works.
If any of the religions the humankind created was right.
If the God will be a girl or a boy or if it will be neither. After all, the divine doesn't have to fit into what its creations are like.
The smoke from The Singularity starts to blurr the room you're in.
You were about to get up– to go check up on your team– anything–
But then there's a light.
And the chair in front of you is no longer empty.
You stare, silent. Your mouth hangs open as you fall back onto your chair.
God is a twelve year old girl.
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