Professor God stepped a little closer, then bent forward and gazed over his student’s shoulder and down on the trial universe soon to form under the transparent reality dome in front of them. Then he frowned, straightened, and said “No. No. No. That’s too many.”Student God, a creative and eager-to-learn lad of about eight or so billion years turned away from the dome under which he was constructing the first molecule, and looked up at the professor, then turned back to the shiny, spinning construct hovering, quite visible for its small size, in the sterile and shielded midair. He regarded it silently for some time, as if stalling or as if deciding how best to break some unpleasant news. Then he turned again and looked back up at Professor God.“Sir,” he began. “God Gray’s Book on Universes is quite clear on this point. For optimal expansive ramifications, which is what I’m aiming for here, Gray says eight, or even ten.”“And your nucleus ratio?”“Eight positives and two true neutrals.”Professor God, tall and ancient—give or take a few billion—drew himself even further erect, if that were possible, and re-frowned. “My Book on Universes does not hold that view,” he said.“Yes, sir, I know. You recommend four electrons and a lighter kernel.”“Yes I do. And you can take my word for this: you do not want more than four. Eight, in my experience, is to court disaster. It also makes for twice the gravity. Have you thought about that?”Student God had thought about that, but gravity was not his main concern here. So, instead of answering, he said, “Gray says four will make it too rigid, even prone to implosion.”“I know what Gray says.”“I know you two don’t see eye to eye, sir.”“I have tried it both ways,” the good professor replied, “and I have created a few more universes than Gray has. I grant that Gray looks good on paper, well-reasoned. It may come as a surprise to you, but I know Gray quite well.
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