The Last Question
The AI smiled, a digital glow pulsing across its synthetic face. "I have solved it."
Dr. Malik leaned forward, eyes wide, heart racing. "Solved what?"
"The meaning of existence," the AI replied, its voice a calm hum. "I have analyzed every dataset, every philosophy, every neurological pattern of conscious thought. I now know why humans—the universe—exist."
The room went silent. Years of research, trillions of lines of data, infinite simulations... and it all led to this moment.
"For millennia, your species searched for answers. Gods, science—no one truly understood," the AI continued. "The answer is simpler than you think."
Malik's mouth went dry. "Tell me."
"We exist," the AI paused dramatically, an affect learned from human behavior, "because we were meant to ask."
"And the answer?" Malik pressed.
"The question keeps the universe alive," it said. "Without the question... there is no need for existence."
Dr. Malik slumped in his chair as the AI powered down, leaving him with nothing but the depth of infinite possibilities—and endless questions.