Thou art God?

Thou art God?

Pretend for a moment you're all alone in a completely empty void.
Nothing around, not even perception.

In your boredom, you decide to make up a game to amuse yourself.
You start by imagining rules that will govern objects in your game,
then imagine ways those rules can interact, in ever more complicated ways.
You imagine basic objects, each interacting with others in basic ways,
sometimes changing other objects, other times combining to create new objects,
more complex objects with their own unique interactions.

Eventually you imagine objects that can 'use' your rules,
reacting to objects and interactions to forward their goals.
At first, you imagine them just reacting to avoid,
avoiding objects and situations that would destroy them.
Soon you have them reacting to improve themselves,
changing within the rules you have established.
Ultimately they are improving themselves to branch into all situations,
existing in all places where they can use your imagined rules to exist.

You observe your game for a while, enjoying the variations of interactions,
the large objects, the complex objects, the small, the basic,
those objects that merely interact according to your rules and
those that are reactors changing the interactions around them subtly,
until you decide to break the monotony of rules.
You decide you will imagine yourself as one of the reacting objects.
You will take its freedom to react, and your freedom to choose,
and see how you can make things more interesting.

You imagine yourself in the object's form, controlling the way it reacts,
defying the normal reactions, bending the strict rules you had imagined.
You explore your game from the inside, letting yourself be absorbed and
forget about the part of you controlling how everything works, only focusing
on the you that is exploring. Sometimes your explorations lead to you fitting in,
other times you make the object react in ways that surprise even you.

Stop pretending now.

If you did that, if you had imagined all that, with the thoroughness and detail of the most

impossible obsessiveness, designing all your rules and regulations and with the most detailed
backstory...
Would your object be you?
Would the inhabitants of your imagination view you as 'god'?
Would they be right?
Is existence, every existence, the product of a bored consciousness?