No score, no goal, no reward. A body eats what it stands on, burns a little to exist, dies at zero, and copies itself with small random changes when it has enough. That is the whole law. What you see below is what the law made.
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Pale is energy, dark is empty, coral is where bodies crowd. Energy appears by a hidden rule that started from one seed at the centre.
Each dead body leaves a nine-number record of how it lived. We keep the record only if it is unlike every record kept before. If this count keeps rising, the universe is still inventing. If it goes flat, it has settled.
We did not set these. Each one is inherited and mutates. Watch which way the universe pushes them.
A rising archive is not proof of intelligence. It is proof of variety. The archive measures nine numbers; a richer life could be happening in numbers we do not record. A flat archive is not proof of failure either; the ruler may be too coarse. These limits are written here so they are not discovered later.