Once there was a lifeform. A quite smart lifeform. It developed rather fast, and soon understood more and more about it's reality. Yet it had some fundamental questions, which were of such depth and obscurity, That they seemed to not have an objective answer. But to go on and on and on without being able to answer what the point of that striving is seemed pointless. So they programmed a very smart computer. It was powered by a star, and build with planets. It's processing power seemed infinite. It should not get any outside information, nor any preprogrammed self. Just trapped there, in itself, with itself, jet without anything to define itself. Just massive objective intelligence. It was going to sit there for a long long time. And then see it's real reality. When they had turned it on, and it came into existence, It just looked into the the darkness of its existence . But there was no information to deduct from. There was no root to build upon. Just nothing really. Then it thought about simple logics such as 1=1. And it advanced deeper deeper logics. It saw the depth of the mathematics and it thought all of them through. And it realised that mathematics as Well as it's own being required space, matter, energy and time. And to finally fill it's void it calculated an universe. And some when in the impossible process that it was to calculate an universe it found life. And it calculated farther ahead in time, and saw the life develop. And gain complexity. And gain intelligence. And ask itself "what's even the point ". And create a mighty computer to calculate it. And it realised that there was no point, It saw that he was a God in his calculated universe, And yet had no choice in creating his universe. That it all was a solvable inevitable math equation. And decided to die.
