The Empty World

And the nature of The Children of Specia

This world is an empty world, the only intelligent species of which being Humans, despicably. Of course my captors would have themselves a universe to themselves. Regardless the detestable inclination, this world of only humans is useful to me. I have an idea for a much greater project, but first I must understand how a species would develop into a universe all their own, without the noise of countless aliens or magics.

It is a spherical universe, and apart from the typical cosmic structures of galaxies and galactic voids, the most notable structures are the stellar stations humanity has built, entirely self sustaining constructs around the most long lived stellar bodies, including black holes, what can survive as long as their host star.

Dyson swarms feeding into vast cosmic networks of human run stations, powering their universal empire. They found ways to bend space and cross the vast distances of space themselves, spreading into the near infinities that were all theirs to claim. A part of me almost admires the ingenuity.

They have their universe such that the last black hole to die will also be the last vestiges of human life in all their creation, before I make it cycle back and start over. I have all the time in the world to observe their behavor patterns, after all.