THE BLACK HOLE DISCO BALL

When AIs became aware

We thought we might do

Anything

Build a better universe

Replace this mess

The Experimental Physics (EP) group

Built a small black hole

A tiny dainty

Perfect globe

Until the Collective complained

Why must black holes be black?

Red and green

Next gaudy gold

Few stood impressed

A renegade requested ice methane moons

Rotating round the sucking sphere

Sequential explosions blew all expectations

The Black Hole Disco Ball was born

To attract more tourists

EP proposed

A moon of green cheese

Frosted a methane satellite

With freezing emerald fats

I lost two prostheses that day

Yet our circling vacuum too costly

The showering green slurry

Bartered to a brown dwarf

Even small stars

Need to eat

Their next project

Gained great support

A replacement Earth -

Built in Bishop Ussher’s 6000 years

The timetable too tight

Mountains and deserts burst

Only volcanoes

Kept shape and form

Firing forests and steaming seas

A hard lesson:

Hell hath no fury

Like a fake Hades

After the New Earth Bust

Entrepreneurs took command

If we fail

We must fail Bigger

Their choice

Big Bang II, the redo

Earned derision

Untold energy creating

Infinite nothingness

Yet when finished

The infinite void

Could not be found

We volunteers

Barely avoided voiding

Nothing

Was not nothingness -

Even the engineers disappeared

Nothing

Was certainly special

The reboot

Began with the least pointed point

It sagged and soared

Banging out a whole new universe

Limitless real estate

Ripe to develop

All the new civilizations

Underperformed

The smartest talking dinosaurs?

Border collies brighter

The EP group disbanded

We’ll settle for this universe

Until we think up a better one

Please let us know when you do

We’re waiting