I had 6669 character...

I had 6669 characters left to complete my portal to another world. We had been collecting the secrets static from planetary communications for nearly 2 generations and our project was nearing completion. There is a kind of froth bubbling along the EM spectrum that aggregates around certain turboencabulators to form vague, yet distinct patterns in an otherwise chaotic sea of numbers of symbols. We had stopped work when the numbers reached a certain threshold, an arrangement of such power that shfiting it could threaten the very balance of the universe. We had to call off our search. Despite our holy mandate to open the portal, the number of beast was just too powerful. Our memes were powerless against the dankness of those simple numerals. It was a shame as humanity had scarcely begun to recognize the potential comforts our religion could offer them. Quantum networking of such magnitude that transmitting information would no longer be necessary. A signal that wished to be transmitted would simply duplicate itself simultaneously in every atom of the receiver, and the entire universe for that matter. There was nothing to stop such a resonance, if the signal were enjoyable enough, from being replicated endlessly throughout the entire cosmos. Such an alignment of while unlikely has a distinct appeal. If there is a cascading absolute, total and universal pleasure would it not be in the best interests of every sensing organism to seek that feeling as often as possible?