The first commissioned spatial world — seed 0 at round 148–150 of 150, population 808, at peace (5 kills in the last 25 rounds), mid fat explosion (+12.5 over genetic target). Circles are guys — size is body mass, colour warms with stored fat. Green glows are food patches breathing with the day/night refill. Nobody in this frame was designed: every behaviour is 150 rounds of selection.
Day: the herd swims patch to patch on Jason’s two nostrils (±60° on the rim, 5% receptor noise). Night (the screen dims): everyone anchors — digest 2×, heal, grow, divide.
The history chart tells the vats’ story, re-run in space: kills collapse 697→5 as ranching wins; mean strength is shed 0.60→0.17 (a pacific ocean drops its teeth); memory recruits 0.35→0.50; and at round ~125 the fat door opens — the orange giants you see are +12 over their genetic blueprint. In the vats, this is Act II; Act III was when the fat re-priced murder. The ocean is r150 and counting.
Physics: 1 unit = 1 µm, no momentum, Stokes tax ∝ mass⅓v², honest shelf contention (crowding = famine), certified fat-guys micro-physics verbatim. Gates: 6/8 stable to r150 · LEARNED −0.093±0.014 vs flat scramble null.