I Want Them to Feel Small

Smaller than the dinosaurs

“I need more space!”

“Again? What for?”

“I want them to feel the cosmic insignificance of their existences. They need to suffer.”

“It didn’t work much last time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, with the dinosaurs, remember? You kept on adding space, and they didn’t care. They lived in accord with nature, ate grass, ate each other, reproduced, and died. Even when you sent the asteroid, they all stayed super zen, like this new guy that popped out of nowhere recently, Buddha.”

“It will work this time. Give me more space!”

“More space is gonna mess up the relativity theory of this guy, Einstein.”

“How do you know that? Did you look into the future again?”

“It’s written in the instruction manual. Read it sometimes! Look. There. It says: “Don’t mess up with the size of your universe or everything goes quantum, and then, no refund.”

“I don’t care. Freedom is what we do with what is done to us, remember?”

“Who said that?”

“One of the dinosaurs when she saw the asteroid coming.”

“What did she do?”

“She stayed there and looked at the sky. It almost made me cry. Anyway. Give me more space.”

“Sorry, no more.”

“What?”

“Yeah, my sister used it for her universe where everybody is a sweet rainbow unicorn. You wouldn’t believe the stuff she came up with.”

“Right. What’s happening there?”

“Dunno!”

“What about this! Let’s merge our universe with hers!”

“Uh uh. It’s an even bigger no-no. According to the manual, and I quote, ‘merging separate universes is not recommended. It can make a bang, and then no refunds, and consequences are all yours.’ Doesn’t sound too good to me.”

“But I like bangs! Bangs are cool.”

“True. I like bangs too.”

“Ok, let’s do it, let’s make a Big Bang.”

Thanks to Microcosm, for the prompt.

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