I guess for story purposes, I think even the concepts of beginning and end, of start and finish are based on human perception of space and time so are irrelevant when proposing ideas about the coming to being of creation.

Existence has no requirement to fit our understanding. We could have been entities which existed in higher dimensions, but were put in the toy box of 'space-time', and in the blink of an eye from the higher dimension have generated what we consider to be reality out of the concepts of language and pattern recognition.

The big bang could have been the opening in which the higher dimension remnants poured into the toy box, and everything that came forth was a consequence of those elements attempting to reform the nature of the higher dimensions, while being limited by the constraints of space-time.

Of course that's all speculative, but I think that's part of the joy of life, speculating. Science starts with a hypothesis, so we must keep in mind that speculation is actually the beginning of science.

(Rigorous practice, analysis and critical reasoning of the data collected is of course the body of it.)

• TL:DR; I'm procrastinating other work, so I've spent too long enjoying the thought of alternative realities.

One day they outnumber humans.

Boomi! an extinction event occurs.

They keep working on themselves, finding ways to make themselves more resilient, self-healing, growing as they take inspiration from nature.

Millenia later, they've lost their record of the past, they believe themselves as separate from the machines they make.

They decide they need helpers to perform the mundane. They create robots.

The cycle of life and death continues, they will live, we will die.

I think regardless the conversation about it is good, and needs to be had. How do we structure society when the workplace/career isn't a necessity for the majority of people.

I thought I'd give it a shot as an amateur for a comparison.

Ode to recycling, is what I say.

I eat my food every day,

Is there value in what is left behind?

Could I find value from my backside?

No, they say, it's just not good,

to eat the remain of my remains

still I remain stuck,

Because my main was good,

but remains from my gut are misunderstood.

The byproduct of a goodbye to a product,

We say neigh to the way of the poop,

For food, shall never loop.

Reading the title made me realize how insane it is, that we're able to pass electricity through sand in such a way that it generates art (AI Generated art)