What is a Tower?

The bar at the end of the universe is a place where people of all kinds congregate, that was the case a few hundred lightyears back. Now, if anyone visits, its unintentional. It was a tourist trap of sorts, drew customers in with its vintage appearance, but it was simply a façade. Everyone knew it but no one cared, no one care that the jukebox music would play not from the box but instead surround sound speakers, or that the metal stools had the rust painted on, or even that the holes left in the ‘rotten’ wood were cut with power tools. It was engineered to be charming, now it serves as an apt metaphor for the current state of the universe.

The scientists were the new architects, however, where the builders of old wanted the skies, the scientists of today wanted the higher dimensions. They had the theory, all they needed was the practice. They began building up their tower, humans use to build towers with stones, now they built them with space.  Towers use to be a concept even children could understand, but there was nothing so innocent about this construction.

God was an ancient word, no one looked to the heavens anymore, why would they, if you look at your feet all the time, you’re bound to bump into something. The people had no care of a creator, that would take time away from their ideas. The blame isn’t entirely on them, pets tend to get bored when they’re not shown attention.

For whatever reason, the infinite being that was ever so prevalent in younger times, decided to return. In the past they used to punish humanity’s divine challenge in Babylon with linguistic isolation. It was a fitting punishment for the time. However, the books containing those stories were burned and replaced with ones and zeroes, and those bits of data were wiped. Humanity forgot, but they, didn’t, how could they in their true vast form.

The punishment this time was familiar, humanity was once again isolated, but not through language, those barriers were long overcome, now reality itself was incoherent. Time previously thought of as a line was more comparable to a probability spaghetti, what was once, now, then, before, later, was and forever will be irrelevant. Space used to be a steel beam, everything had an absolute position in three dimensions, those three became four, then five, then eight, and so on. That steel beam was bent so out of shape it would serve no purpose other than to fill up a junkyard.

Humanity wanted to access planes of higher understanding and they made sure they did, humanity wanted to see it all, but now ‘all’ is all they can see.

Some call this a tale of hubris, to those people I ask, why would a creator create all there is if they never want their creations to discover what, ‘is’? This is not hubris, but abuse, between admirers of a piece of work, and its somewhat indifferent author.