Conditional Reality

On the eighth day god’s boss called him into her office. Why’d you take yesterday off? she asked. I needed rest after my good work, said god. God’s boss looked over god’s reports. Says here you created a universe and populated it with creatures that die in a few years. You call that good work? The death part, said god, is so the creatures will get better over time. I call it evolution. God’s boss rolled her eyes. Evolution shmevolution, she said. Go back and make something better. God kicked his creatures out of the garden and made robots instead.