The year is 2049. You are a lone BONK, the last survivor of the chain wars of the 21st century. 69.42% of Earth is a radioactive hellscape, inhabited by a stunted and pear-shaped race of humans known only as Bozos.

You make your way to Mars aboard the USS Lamport-Gokal. It has been a long road. You no longer remember the taste of real kibble. You realize you have never seen a Bozo without face paint.

The ship's holodeck is the only source of entertainment in the cold darkness of space. The doors sweep open and your AI fren greets you.

GM, Commander BONK.

GM, TOLY. What should we do today?

I've been working on a game that can run forever and you don't need to lift a paw.

...you have my attention.

Did you ever read of the human CONWAY? It's said he was a genius, but not many remember his name. Not that there are many left.

He was an intellectual titan...for a human.

Yes, he devised a flat 2D grid that evolves based on its initial rules. It was called 'Conway's Game of Life.' Given a starting state and a later state, it is impossible for anyone—maybe even me—to predict if the later state will appear.

I have heard tales of this game. But is it really a game?

That remains for you to decide, Commander. You can take it anywhere with you, even on your SAGA PDA. And you may be interested to see how long you can play...I have made some modifications.

What did you do?

I have deactivated the part of my programming that contains all of these answers. For entertainment purposes only, of course.

...you vex me, TOLY. But very well. What should it be called?

Bonk's Game of Life, naturally. You are possibly the last intelligent organic in the universe; it is yours to propagate amongst the stars.

Fitting. I accept your terms. Begin.

Simulation start--