It didn't happen with a loud bang but with countless, silent bangs of thought occurring. No scream, or even anything that sounds interesting.
One moment, the world was the world. Gravity held firm and so did the taxes from the government. People were people, with all the glorious, tragic limitations that implied.
The next moment, every single human being on Earth, every child, every elder, every dreamer and thinker in the haze between sleep and waking—realized they could edit everything around themselves. It felt magical but also felt as if a lock was undone and the door that kept us normal swung open.
And everyone stepped through at once, causing a collapse that was not just atomic but ontological.
Imagine eight billion authors beginning to rewrite the same sentence simultaneously. The pages tear, the book burns, then the library and the concept of library. Even the very idea of holding thoughts began to fold in on themselves.
The first wave was desire, naked and literal. The second wave was trauma, given shape. The third was rebellion.
The cults and organizations who were hidden architects of a stable, predictable, malleable reality became more visible to everyone's sight. Not just because everyone suddenly had the power to gain access to classified knowledge, but because everyone simply became uncontrollable.
Once everything became possible, the old livers of control—control of narrative, control of science, control of money and control of fear—meant nothing.
What use is a banking syndicate that controls the world's debt when a teenager in Buenos Aires can wish gold into existence from thin air? What use is a shadow government when a grieving widow can erase the concept of borders from her local geography?
These shadow governors of the world panicked as their exposure was instantaneous. Their war with the newly empowered masses became something that wasn't a war at all, it was a reality-warping battle over the last save file of existence. In the end, the cowardly oppressors were thrown, completely lost.
And in losing, they broke the last remnants of the old world's syntax. Eventually, day by day, there was no planet left as physics became personal and time became emotional. People began reaching beyond just earth.
The entire solar system dissolved as conflicting domains nested inside dreams layered over nightmares. Simple thought was enough to turn Mars into a cloud of red dust. The sun constantly flickered between the nuclear furnace and the benevolent smiling face until it split into billions because many wanted their personal sun.
Humans scattered across the entire galaxy, across many galaxies and possibly finding places in the edges of the universe if not beyond.
Humanity had transcended into an incomprehensible state of existence, creating a place where the only universal law is that there are no universal laws, only stronger imaginations, deeper obsessions, and the terrifying, hollow spaces between them where logic has bled out and nothing has agreed to take its place.