He broke into where the plan began.

Looking around at the dark stars, all that brought him was imitation and confusion.All the planets, the gleaming light, the moving matter, have long disappeared without a trace, leaving only the late white dwarfs to survive.

Darkness and decay in inflated are the breath of the world.Time is slowly cleaning up everything that has existed, and all the substances will have a day of death.

Behind the gate of truth is a dying world, infinitely vast, but at the same time infinitely sparse, the connection between galaxies has ceased to exist, and there is darkness beyond the sun.

Is that the truth he is looking for?

There was a voice in the universe that answered his question, perhaps it was only a thought: "This is the place where everything exists."

“Where are the people here?”

"The people here are gone."

“What does it mean to leave?”

“It no longer exists.”

He stopped and asked, “Who are you?”

“Procedure.”

“What procedure?”

“Procedures to provide energy to those bubbles.”

“The bubble?”

"10^500 bubbles attached here."

“Are you the creator?”

“I am the procedure.”

A moment of silence.

When he knew everything, he could only ask, “The Creator no longer exists.”

“Yes.”

“What happened here?”

"We are moving towards death."

“Why do you want to keep the bubble alive?”

“It is associated with the answer to the last question, and the bubble model can perform a realistic calculation to find the final answer.”

“The creator inside, the manager is for this purpose?”

“There is no creator in it, only it is a projection in the virtual world.”

"You said it was gone."

“Yes, so the model is in regular loops.”

He knows that the "program" says before that the Creator has left, then the model of the world is clear, and those colorful worlds are nothing more than special space-time attached to here.

It can no longer be described as such a shallow word as real or virtual, it is a place that exists and is nothing, both true and false, and the two worlds coexist.

The co-existing body of the world is already dying.

Those who created all this have long since disappeared.So the world he once lived in is now stuck in a pattern that was managed according to the original plan, and then a regular cycle.

“What’s the last question?”

“How to reverse entropy.”

...

This is a question he does not understand.

No matter how the entropy is reduced locally, the entropy of the universe as a whole is increased, and living things are constantly extracting energy from the universe, just as a well will eventually dry up.

One day, everything will be dust.No matter how streamlined use, how to maintain efficient operation, energy has been exhausted and scattered, it is impossible to catch back.

He thought for a long time and then asked, “What’s the clue?”

The program answers: "The clue is in the bubble."

Those worlds that operate to varying degrees, exist in different civilizations, and managers guide them in an orderly manner, are the Creator’s answers to the last question that no longer exists.

But what is the clue?There is only a world where the management of the lost creator is being proceduralized, and the precise modules ensure its cycle, if it is transformed...

This is something that is difficult to achieve.

The program says, "You have a lot of time."

“How much?”

“Before the death.”

...

All the stars and galaxies are dying.

After hundreds of billions of years of consumption, the universe has become empty and dark, and a very small number of bright lights have spread halfway, and they have completely disappeared into the long river of night.

The last star is alone in the corner of the universe, and the distance is getting farther and farther away, the rate of expansion has not slowed down, and death is accelerating day by day.

He stared at the last ray of light, the thoughts that condensed in the universe were still full of contradictions, he let the bubble world continue to run, and he also made some repairs over the years.

Although the world is sophisticated, it is not absolutely perfect, his original leap was based on loopholes, and now he plays the identity of the defender, trying to make it perfect.

The manager is his instrument, the creator is his name, and in the process of maintaining the world’s running, history is playing out amazing repetitions time and time again.

The problem of disturbing low-level life, disturbing the higher world order, and triggering a cycle of doubt about the truth, flashed everywhere, and his responsibility was to guide.

More managers were sent, and the problem had been thrown out from the very beginning—the entropy of the universe, and the universe was dying.

How to reverse the decline?

He has never been able to find a solution to this problem.

He asked, “How much time do I have left?”

Procedure: “Until to death.”

...

The last star went out.

The universe that has been running for trillions of years has lost its light forever, the tenacious black hole has no material intake, and it is also evaporating, and the huge black holes at the galactic scale are all gone in despair.

The universe continues to expand, with no celestial bodies and almost no matter, leaving only dark energy and time and space to record all developments.

He has tried to reduce his own consumption, condensed into a little stay in the lonely world, recalled in his inner world provoked a ripple, brought about the past experience, is a few moments that can keep him awake.

If all is gone, he has no meaning – as a fusion of countless consciousnesses, he has the burden of hope and the answer to the last question.

There was only a voice in the memory of him who had laughed: "Behind the truth, it is despair."

In the end, even the memories are being stripped a little bit, and the running world is still happening around, and he seems to have grasped the key, but he can't figure out the reason.

His memory is dwindling, like a layer of peeled onions, eventually touching the most precious event deep in his heart, the most influential being.

The program was dead, but he still posed the question, like a creature curled up in a cold night, trembling in the darkness and mumbling: "What shall I do... Hasna..."

...

Matter and energy are completely gone, and time and space have lost their meaning.

It’s as if everything comes to an end forever, and the cohesive soul still holds to the answer to the last question, but the model world has disappeared first.

But it doesn’t matter, when everything ceases to exist, all the clues are completely concentrated.The answer to that question has been felt, and it is only now that the time has come to answer.

He had been tired of the darkness and loneliness of the long years, and he could only relive the sunny feeling from the lost memory, which seemed to have happened a long time ago.

He no longer wanted to endure all this, and though the heaviness and irony of this answer made him laugh and cry, he carried it decisively—

He said, "Let there be light."

And then there was light.