“it’ll be fine,” said the senior programmer working at Bethesda to code functional lanterns and light sources in The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, “it’s not technically infinite but it is effectively infinite. no one could POSSIBLY play one single save file of this game for that long. it’s impossible. this will do.”
meanwhile, from my impossible sky castle in the sky, looking down into the past with my inverse telescope, i begin cackling wickedly at the programmer’s folly, their complete foolishness, as i return to my supercomputer with a fresh glass of non-alcoholic wine. year 31 of Endless Morrowind has begun.