The Final Button I gave them everything and still they complained and revolted. I gave them parks, I gave them gardens and playgrounds. I gave them basketball courts and tennis courts. I even gave them an opera house and big library. Still they revolted and shook their fists at me. I even generously declined the big mansion and the nice statue they offered me in order that I could have enough money to give them good things. I thought that was very big of me. But their continual whining, complaining, and fist shaking finally pushed my patience to its limit. I even gave them a warning or two. I whipped a lightening bolt on a few of their buildings, the opera house went up gloriously in an explosion and flames. I didn’t even send the fire trucks to deal with it. They still revolted. I took away all of the nice things I gave them so I could have enough money in my budget to build the things they demanded. I had wanted a perfect world, no pollution, no traffic jams or disasters. They demanded funding and factories. I gave them parks and gazebos, and they demanded money. So, I took away the playgrounds, the opera house and the library. I took away their nice community gardens and basketball courts. I let them build nasty, smelly, smoking factories and toxic waste dumps. I took away the nice clean energy recycling plant and lined their world with landfills. In time, their world wasn’t what I had planned at all. It was polluted and full of crime. Fires broke out and people rioted. They got what they wanted and still shook fists at me in revolt. The people were unhappy, their world hopelessly polluted and corrupted. I decided to end it all. Lightening bolts are fun and good for warning people but don’t do well for mass destruction, no, for that I needed more serious acts of nature. I dropped meteors on them, I sent tornados and earthquakes and giant robots to stomp their streets to gravel. I even raised a volcano right in the middle of their world. That messed them up really bad. Finally, after all of that, there were still a few buildings left among the smoke and flames. Stupid little people, even then one of them was shaking a fist at me and frowning. There was one final button I hadn't pushed. I pushed it. In one big bright bang everything was destroyed, nothing was left. They had their chances. Good thing it was only a game. It’s an infuriating game and I still don’t know why I play it. My wife got me started on it and now I keep fiddling around with it in my spare time. It’s a simulated world, you start with a big empty planet and build cities on it. I have godlike powers, I can raise mountains, carve canyons, make Plaines or hills. I can place forests where I want them and fill the world with all kinds of wildlife that wanders freely. Technology is really fascinating, especially artificial intelligence, which is what this game is about. The people that move in from who knows where, seems to act on their own willpower, they drive around and do this and that. Its fun to watch them scurry around. I can zoom out and see everything or I can zoom in and see every tiny little detail. I can freeze time or speed it up. I can put things into their world or I can take them out. In many ways it’s a very realistic world. I named this one, "Doofus Flats." If you see the parallel between us and the citizens of Doofus Flats, then you probably don’t need to be reading this. The creator of my little world was me, my title was Mayor and I named myself "Art Ficial." Ok, I’m not good at naming cities or politicians, bear with me here. The creator of the real world has the title of "God" (appropriate huh?), His name is …, well, he has a lot of names. It’s a game to me, it’s deadly serious to Him. I had no second thoughts about zapping a lightening bolt on a striking firehouse or police station. God, on the other hand, gives us way more chances than we deserve. I was entertained by my creations. God loves His, Very big difference. I wanted my creation to be perfect. He wanted His to be perfect too. I gave them a perfect world. He gave us a perfect world too. My little people ruined their paradise. We ruined God’s paradise. My little people shook their fists at me in defiance (Yes, they really did that in the game too) and revolted. How many times have I shaken my fist at God in anger? I lost count years ago. How many times have I revolted against Him? Every few seconds, every day. I sent a few warnings with well placed lightening bolts. God does that too, we just choose to not see them for what they are. I did it out of anger, God does it out of love. He does everything out of love. My creation was a little town on the screen of my monitor. His was an entire universe. I had a touch of regret when I destroyed my world, I had put a lot of time and work into it. God WILL destroy this creation too. He will, I have no doubt, have a lot more than a touch of regret. My created people were simulations. His created people are His children. There is a big difference. My people weren’t real. His children are very, very much real to Him. I cared about the way my streets were laid out and how my utilities were placed. He cares about that too, but He also cares about us as individuals. My people were designed to act a certain way when certain parameters were reached or when certain conditions were met. We have choices. We can shake our fists and get destroyed or we can reach out to embrace and be embraced. My patience was impressive but not limitless. His patience is, well, more than impressive, but also not limitless. How much longer do we have before he pushes that final button? No one knows, but it will happen. Think about it, but don’t take too much time. PS: I found that I might have made a very good mayor but I would make a lousy Deity. NOTE: If you think that calling myself a deity even in a computer game is a terrible sin you might want to check this article.
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