Further Shores

A civilization born on the edge of a cold star's waves look up to see the mighty beam of their pulsar god. That was a long time ago, now. In this age- the sciences have taught them to fear their Lord. A single wrong turn could obliterate them by sheer chance. Curiously, a single phrase has many versions and iterations, usually created by a great mind of that race in the sub-Nuclear era. Anomalously, any race will independently invent a version of this phrase without outside influence, and without fail. Across all translations, they usually go something like "God does not play dice with the universe." A sense of inevitability hangs over this yet-starborne race who yearn for further shores safer from home. "The Beacon does not play dice with our lives. It merely bides its time for the inevitable." They were, of course, unwise of the fact that some day, they would take to those further shores- and their chance at apocalypse will soon become their lighthouse to home's shores, in turn. Its beacon, ever-spinning. They are also, naturally, unwise to the parallel concept the phrase could apply to- the Sol-III/Terra Boltzmann Brain, and eventual quantum fluctuation theory. The actual application of this phrase as a race is more attributed to the eventuality of probability given enough rolls of these 'dice'. Despite this, the race's odds of having their homeworld survive to this point in time is, in fact, .000087%, assuming their conjecture of how their planet became caught in the Dwarf's weak pull is correct from their Cloud's trajectory. If god does indeed play dice, this race is a high roller. Perhaps, it seems, we all are. • Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/Firel • Bandcamp- https://firel.bandcamp.com/ • BlueSky- https://bsky.app/profile/firel.bsky.social • Reddit- https://www.reddit.com/user/TheFirel • Discord- https://discord.gg/BxgqUSwCdn • Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/artist/6tyzrZtZOY0YGa1PJAWWtk //Across the stellar sea, //What does our Beacon see? ////Its gaze a cosmic stream, ////We pray we stay so unseen. [Transcript from "Hymn of Further Shores", Beaconian religious hymn]