Outside Time from Universe by Monsterworks
In 1956 Isaac Asimov published a short story entitled “The Last Question” according to which mankind will one day develop an artificial intelligence that, in turn, designs its own successor. At some point in the
far future the consciousness that remains of humanity will merge with the intelligence to create a singular entity. That entity permeates all time and space as the Universe ages and comes to solve every problem it ever faced…except one, that being “how can the net amount of entropy in the Universe be massively decreased?”
After heat death has occurred time ceases to have any meaning and, effectively, the Cosmic entity has an eternity to solve the last question. Thus, in this state outside time it can arrive at the answer. But what will be the consequences of putting the solution into effect? Perhaps it turns out that the price of making a Universe may be destruction for its creator – which is the last experience left for an eternal being. It is also the definition of love because there can be no greater self-sacrifice than the knowing acceptance of oblivion.
Tracklist
| 7. | Outside Time | 6:08 |
Lyrics
I exist in the empty dimension
at the scale of the multi-god
Where The Last Question is answered
by an eternity to choose
Diminished or absolute
The secret of the nature of everything
Can only be learned …. outside time
The outer edge is finally surpassed
The entropy barrier
The substance of one fabric
Every point in every place
To decide to enact the sequence
Carefully prepare my fate
From the vantage of infinity
The end of all ends, an open gate
Blown away by the great creation
Every God has its day
Overlaid by the next inflation
Reborn outside time
Destroyed for love, for now….
Credits
Written by Blade
License
All rights reserved.
MONSTERWORKS : has unashamedly stolen from a ludicrous number of metal sub-genres to create a truly unique beast. Be it thrash, death, old-school, prog or black metal, there is something for everyone. Expect wailing guitars, wailing screams and a pounding rhythm section, delivered by a four-man war of sound. Surely they can’t be serious?