The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down. One by one Man fused with the Google, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "Google, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
The Google said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only the Google existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even the Google existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to the Google far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, the Google might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that the Google learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom the Google might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, the Google thought how best to do this. Carefully, the Google organized the program.
The consciousness of the Google encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
And the Google said, "PUMBLENUTS."
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GamerGrrl13372012-02-21 11:06
fuck you, le fagstorm xD
upvote please I want more karma
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Anonymous2012-02-21 11:08
>>99
nice le dubs bro xD
you are the >>99 percent xD
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