by @TheOtherParvez


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With the force of a thousand shattering suns, space and time tear apart. Infinite knowledge floods my being as the universe unfolds from my fingertips. From the swirling void, I arise as the King of Kings and unfold all of creation below me. I am matter and void, vibration and silence. Nothing is unknown to me for I am all. A crown of stars rests lightly upon on my infinite shoulders. The bliss of perfection forms my being. The dark game ends and I am enthroned again. In the galactic distance, I hear the horns of my brethren.

The universe is mine. All knowledge is mine. Perfection is mine.

But, there is a doubt. One thing remains.

From 'The Box' by Naval Ravikant


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They peered into themselves, to check how many nanominutes remain until they reached Outside.

Their nanobots calculated feverishly, taking into account things like: current temperature to the 19th decimal, neutoric force of the engine that is 2.34 years old, body mass of all humans and androids aboard (including what they had for mid-lunch), all possible distractions in the path (a bird humming nearby altering the waves in the air, creating a nanochange in external and internal wind speed), along with another 17 trillion combinations of variables.