Near the end of the Sci-Fi's Golden Age, one author wrote a story that felt far different from all its peers. It had a strange, creative underpinning. Oddly cynical, oddly precient, and oddly powerful, even to this day. Even though no one's heard of it, it still stands as a testament of what this genre can do. Let us introduce you to Microcosmic God, by Theodore Sturgeon.