My apartment in Upper East Side is a study in minimalism: white walls, a single Eames chair, and a twenty-gallon fish tank that contains the most efficient government in the history of the Western world.

I discovered the Micro-Republic of Aquaria while cleaning the algae. Through a magnifying glass, I saw that the "debris" at the bottom of the tank was actually a series of brutalist concrete buildings, and the "bubbles" were the exhaust ports of a miniature industrial complex.

The Aquarians are a race of obsessive bureaucrats. They have a constitution that is three million pages long (at their scale), a tax code that accounts for the movement of every single fish-flake, and a judicial system that can spend three decades debating the legality of a floating piece of duckweed.

They are completely unaware that their "Universe" is a piece of glass in a New York apartment. They believe the "Great Hand" that occasionally descends from the sky to provide food is a manifestation of a benevolent, if erratic, deity.

I found it hilarious. I began to experiment with my "divinity."

One Tuesday, I decided to introduce "The Great Reformation." I used a pair of tweezers to move a small pebble from the left side of the tank to the right. Within an hour, the Aquarian news-feeds (which I could read via a nano-receiver I'd built) were in a state of total collapse. The "East-West Pebble Shift" was declared a theological crisis. The government spent two weeks in emergency sessions, eventually concluding that the pebble had moved because the Republic had failed to meet its quarterly "Purity Quotas."

They responded by implementing a series of draconian laws: a ban on swimming in circles, a mandatory prayer to the Pebble, and a tax on all oxygen consumption.

The irony was that the more I tried to help them—by cleaning the glass or adding a decorative castle—the more dysfunctional they became. The castle, which I thought would be a lovely home for them, was immediately seized by a military junta and turned into a fortress for the "Purity Police."

The climax came when I decided to introduce a "New Era of Prosperity" by adding a high-protein fish-food pellet. To me, it was a brown speck. To them, it was a celestial monolith of organic wealth.

The Republic didn't use the food to feed the hungry. Instead, they spent six months debating who had the legal right to "own" the monolith. By the time they reached a consensus, the pellet had begun to rot, poisoning the water and killing half the population.

As I watched the remaining bureaucrats argue over the proper funeral rites for the dead, I realized that scale doesn't change nature. Whether you are a hundred feet tall or a hundred microns, the human urge to organize the chaos into a series of useless forms remains the same.

I sighed and reached for the fish-food. It was time for another "miracle."

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