Gods Have No Right to Throw Dice

All extraordinary miracles are a shameless theft of the laws of physics. In order to escape the destined heat death of the universe, beings above the stars tampered with the constants. They folded gravity, reversed time, played with probability, disguised high-dimensional pollution as divine gifts, and dumped it on this sad planet. Here, the search for truth invites distortion of flesh and blood. Staring at physics is itself a kind of pollution. Ordinary people survive on low-entropy rations. Extraordinary beings borrow miracles from the universe. And all debts will eventually be repaid. Until the person who was completely erased from the macroscopic ledger of the universe wakes up from the ashes. The database shows that he died fifteen years ago. He has no past, no madness, no price for using miracles. It is the only error term in the huge equation. When the superior false god once again changes the odds, trying to use miracles to determine the fate of mortals. He came from the abyss and held down the spinning dice. "Truth obeys only iron laws." "And gods have no right to throw dice."