Science fiction kort berättelse om att Gud är en konstnär och raderar hans arbete [duplicera]

"The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag" av Robert A. Heinlein , även svaret på den här gamla frågan . Ursprungligen publicerad i Okända världar , oktober 1942 , tillgänglig på Internetarkiv . Historien har sin egen Wikipedia-sida .

Den del jag kommer ihåg är där mannen kör och rullar ner i sitt bilfönster och allt utanför hans bil är grå. Det är som en dimma, men inuti bilen ser sakerna normalt ut genom fönstren.

A few blocks later Randall saw a patrolman standing on the sidewalk, warming himself in the sun, and watching some boys playing sand-lot football. He pulled up to the curb beside him. "Run down the window, Cyn."

She complied, then gave a sharp intake of breath and swallowed a scream. He did not scream, but he wanted to.

Outside the open window was no sunlight, no cops, no kids—nothing. Nothing but a gray and formless mist, pulsing slowly as if with inchoate life. They could see nothing of the city through it, not because it was too dense but because it was—empty. No sound came out of it; no movement showed in it.

It merged with the frame of the window and began to drift inside. Randall shouted, "Roll up the window!" She tried to obey, but her hands were nerveless; he reached across her and cranked it up himself, jamming it hard into its seat.

The sunny scene was restored; through the glass they saw the patrolman, the boisterous game, and sidewalk, and the city beyond. Cynthia put a hand on his arm. "Drive on, Teddy."

Gud är konstnären och han raderar sitt arbete,

"The Artist created this world, after His Own fashion and using postulates which seemed well to Him. His teacher approved on the whole, but—"