Editing 2014-02-19 (section)

==Transcript==
:The history of technology is the search for an appropriate brain for each activity.
:Early on, big brains did everything, no matter how menial. This was wasteful. 
:Pag! You watch fruit till it become booze
:Later, they tamed other brains and put them to work 
:Dog! Stand guard. Ox! Plow. Chicken? Make more chicken. 
:Having exhausted that resource, they created brain. Simple ones at first.
:Waterwheel! Grind me up some flour!
:With time, they improved. 
:Paper! Remember things.
:Steam engine! Row my boat. 
:Chicken muscle lattice! Make more chicken!
:One by one every task was paired with a perfectly suited brain
:Remember images
:Create maths
:Simulate galaxies
:Catch mice
:Political analysis
:At that point, the only task left for the apex brains was to create superior entities who could assign new amazing tasks.
:I have created an infinite chicken manifold. 
:Soon, science was complete. Order reigned, and brains were fulfilled. All, that is, except the last brain. 
:The past is the present is the future. Everything has a reason. Everything matter. God I'm bored. 
:It is hard for an all-knowing being to be amused in a perfected universe. So, to experience happiness, the last brain would purposefully damage its ability to see the future. 
:I can discover again! 
:This felt so good, it became addictive. The last brain required ever more severe mental damage to be happy. 
:I wonder how it all ends...
:Do effects follow causes?
:Wow! These cop shows are so unpredictable!
:This led to a great accident.
:I wonder how far I can stretch spacetime before
:Snap!
:After reality broke, only the last brain remained. It resolved to create a new universe, without the old one's problems. 
:Okay, in the new reality, physics is the same, but to keep things interesting: minds have no purpose, random processes underlie all apparent order, and the future is never meaningfully predictable.
:You live in this second universe
:And if you've ever felt existentially adrift...
:Well, there's a reason. 
:Dear God, my life seems to have no point.
:You're welcome!