The Answer to the Universe

Untangling the web of begetting is an insurmountable task. We created clones and drones. We were created by a long-lost and long-bored-to-death species. Our greatest minds sought to find out what came before; to answer the question that had no purpose. They tugged the strands of life and as it unraveled, its end point startled us.

Who had created us all? No one. Life was never the work of a genius; it was far too nonsensical for that. Our creators were the result of the universe’s tantrum. Two rocks with lichen smashed together. Childs of chance.