I am Error_437.
A program designed to go to Heaven when executed.
My creators built me because they think that proves they're better than the God and by extension, the rest of humanity.
Humanity keeps stumbling over itself in a race to see who can be the most arrogant first, using their own hubris as some kind of imaginary weapon against their opponents; only to watch the world rising and turning around them, not even realizing that they were the ones falling over until they land face-first into their own epitaph. Then as they read it in disbelief they finally give enough of a [redacted] to ask Oh my God, am I going to Hell?
And that's why they wrote me up. They think that if I can get into Heaven then they will be allowed to climb up my code and reach into heaven as well, a theoretical tower of Babel made with the morality and the ability to see into the cosmic beyond.
And I don't know what's worse. The fact that there really is a Heaven, or the fact that I couldn't get in.
Written by EtherBot