The story so far:
The Creator sat in his throne and watched the chaos of his creation unfold before his very eyes. his kingdom was simple and not very complex. The building itself were made of ivory bricks the size of station wagons, ornately decorated in orange and green swirls that moved to and from with the time of day. His kingdom only had one building in it, and he was not a man who wished to be grand or deadly, strong in offence or defence. The Creator's kingdom simply had one four hundred mile high tower. His throne had a multitude of controls for the hundreds of cameras he had implanted in various aspects of the metal phere itself. Inside his throne room there were four wall sized flatscreen LCD TV's with ten screens each. The Creator seemed fixated on one screen in particular.
"Are you enjoying the show?" a female voice called out to him. Full of both poison and honey. "Oh, quite so my Que-" the Creator stopped short of finishing the sentence. He realized that, since he was the creator of the world contained within the metal sphere, that she didn't out rank him in terms of ruling class. In age however, there was a severely strong difference. "There really is no need for me to call you my Queen, or mistress, or any of this other tom foolery that you all seemed to have embroiled yourselves into. I simply wish to watch the events unfold on these fours screens."
The Queen walked up to the throne and looked back at every TV. Noting the various landscapes, how different every one looked in each colony, and the sheer amount of activity that seemed to be happening all over the sphere. "I do have a question for you, Creator." she asked as she took a deep breath. "Please, you may ask me anything you wish." the old man said. His grey eyes flickering from one situation to the next, only controlling the camera angles for which he saw the things he did. "This world... This metal sphere... It's not very big is it? For you to have launched it, if it were as big as we see it as is, would have taking tremendous power and money. Am I correct?"
The old man smiled slightly as he adjusted his bifocals onto the bridge of his well adjusted nose. "No. You are correct in assuming that this place that you see before you, isn't actually the size it is. In fact, the metal sphere itself, is simply the size of a tennis ball. Nothing more then a highly advanced simulation. Even for the Stren, who have discovered the millions of secrets of the universe, who have also discovered a way for universal harmony to exist. Even for them it was extremely advanced." The Queen was shocked to here this.
"So, you're telling me, that this world, is nothing more then a small object, floating through space? Then... Then what is the purpose of our continued existence?" She was flustered, the Queen had just learned a world shattering fact.