1,23,981

It was the 1,23,980^th edition of the world, where the rules of Mathematics and Physics reigned supreme.

Chaos was reined in by careful calculations.

The ones who mattered had Mass. They were palpable, visible.

The "Invisibles" were those that didn't matter.  They had no mass, and were completely intangible.

As a rule, the Invisibles had to wear bells. Because nothing creeps you out like the Invisible masses.

The Invisibles agreed to wear bells. Because nothing makes you feel more important than when you are being heard.

The Visibles and Invisibles lived in perfect harmony. There was Order.

The march towards maximum entropy began with a love song.

An Invisible man sang it to a Visible girl. The Visible girl was born under the sign of Air.  Love was inevitable.

She loved being serenaded by what would be a perpetual secret admirer. She was curious and she knew that he was one mystery that would never be solved.

They spent hours together. She asked him a lot of questions. He answered them. They were going to stay in love forever. 

Then her husband came home.

There is nothing like a husband to spoil a good romance.

“You are married! We have a problem”, the Invisible Man exclaimed

She was obdurate on that issue. 

“You are Invisible. I think you are the one with a problem here.”

But she made it up to him when she cooed, “Now if you can just take off your bell and stay quiet there will be no harm done. And we still have a chance at our happily-ever-after.”

She hugged her husband, and went about setting the table up like everyday.

Meanwhile the Invisible man sauntered into a bar to drown his sorrows. The other Invisible men there took off their bells, in a sort of sympathetic reaction to him. 

Nothing creeps you out like the Invisible masses. 

Especially when they have no bells on. 

They changed the quality of the air. It was heavy and portentous.

Without the bells, the Invisibles felt more like they mattered, and made a promise to each other that they would never put it on again.  A revolution brewed there.

Rid of the bell, the Invisible man visited her again. She didn’t hear him. She had just settled down with her husband to watch TV, after having pined for the Invisible Man all day long.

So he went away.

By now, there was chaos outside.  The Invisibles and the Visibles were at war.

The world was ready for a reboot.

1,23,981^st edition.

“Shall we create a world around the complex satisfaction ratio of bursting bubble wrap this time?”, Player #1 typed.

“Yes, let’s do something spontaneous this time”, Player #2 agreed.