I stand in a place of dark void and galactic exuberance, monotone grey and bursting iridescence, unblemished white and swirling shapes of every color imaginable. This place is something and nothing. The place is two. This place is—
"Hi there."
My thoughts are interrupted by a disembodied voice. I turn around but I can't find the source.
"Where and who are you?" My adolescent voice echoes deeply, sending ripples through the fabric of space-time.
"Well, to answer the first part of your question, I'm somewhere and nowhere. Look anywhere and that is me. Look nowhere and that is me too."
I repeat the response twice, thrice in my head and I don't get it. The thought just slips around clumsily.
"I don't get it."
"Erhm, never mind that. Your three-dimensional brain wouldn't be able to comprehend it anyways."
"I see."
"Yeah, moving on. To answer the second part of your question, I am someone your world calls God."
"Who is that?"
"You will find out once you enter your world. For now, let's focus on getting you born."
"Sure."
"You need to roll this dice to decide who you will be in your world."
A dice appears in front of me. It appears to have an infinite amount of faces, the edges blurring into each other and the numbers etched on to each side skyrocketing into the billions and higher.
"Hm. I don't really want to be anything right now."
"Really?"
"I don't want to roll the dice."
"Oh."
"Yes, I want to be… like this place. Uhh, how do I describe it—"
"Superposition?"
"Yeah. That's it."
"Suit yourself. Okay, you will be born in a moment."
I disappear.
Meanwhile, God thinks: What an interesting case. Well, time to update records. Citizen D-291: Superposition.