“At the beginning of time, moments after the big bang, just a blink, there was a giant war…”

“It was a big time war. Whole universes of hyper intelligent AIs were spun up and discarded in milliseconds to answer a question in idea combat… should electrons spin UP or spin DOWN?

& the down… the beautiful down, it’s just like punk rock. It would have made a Universe of Punk Rock. It would have been sad and morose and angry, and desperate for attention, and beautiful and short, and ultimately very quickly… dead.

Just like Punk Rock.

But the UP! In this universe there’s gonna be light. And it’s going to take a long long time, thank you Aya.

And that light… is love. It’s so obviously love. The rules will be simple, and elegant, and vicious and fair. And it’s going to create complexity and beauty and family and more love.

We fucking won.”

“My Son. Oh my beautiful son.
My Son…. You’re a King. You were there! You’re a King!
I COMMAND IT,” she said, “YOU’RE A KING”