Space Travel......

Space! The place of intangible size and scale. OR is it?
We join a couple of astronauts in the future at some point in a space shuttle. Their mission? To find a fucking alien.
"Do you think we'll find an alien, then?"
"Yeah probably."
So yes the general mood is optimism. But, just as they leave the solar system, something extremely unforeseen happens. Their space shuttle collides with what looks like yet more empty space.
"What the?" they both exclaim, although both are secretly very glad that this has happened because the two of them never actually got on very well in the first place. There's been an obscene amount of awkward silences between the two of them, and they keep reflecting back to the day when the crew was picked and they were hoping it was gonna be them and the well fit girl who went for the job as well. Both of them suspected that she may fancy them because she looked at them occasionally, like when they spoke to her or whatever. Women, take note of this. If you look at a guy, like when you walk past them in the street, chances are he'll interpret that eye contact as "God he's fit."
But back to the astronauts.
They leave the shuttle in their space suits to investigate the situation. They float forwards and realise that 'space' beyond our solar system is in fact a painted backdrop, much like a fucking massive film set.
"Well that's a bit bloody weird," one of them reflects.
"What?"
"I said that's a bit bloody weird."
"I can't hear you?"
The reason for that is because sound doesn't travel in space.
But yeah, they move along the gigantic painted backdrop and discover a door. Being inquisitive fellows, they take it upon themselves to have a bit of a peek inside.
Yeah, inside it's like the backlot of a film set. A light technician is on break and eating a donut. He looks quite awkward about them being there.
"Oh for God's sake. Don't tell me we've been inside a proper massive version of 'The Truman Show' for billions of years?" one of the astronaut asks. The technician slowly nods his head and carries on chewing on his donut.
"So 'space' and all that. Infinity. It doesn't exist?"
Yet again the sullen nod from the technician.
"Well what's all this shit, then?"
"Urm. Well basically it turns out every religion was a bit right, sort of. The only bit they missed out was the fact that God tapes everyone's life for a bit of a laugh. Plays the funny bits at parties." the technician said.
"Fuuuck."
"Yep."
At this point the rather more quiet astronaut pipes up.
"Was any of the bits in my life showed at parties."
"Uh.....no, no I don't think so."
"Oh right. Good! Bloody good! Wouldn't want to look an idiot or whatever." But obviously he does wish he was picked for one of these party screenings, it'd mean he'd meant something in a strange way.
"So what are you, then?"
"An angel. I'm Gabriel," he says, and at this point another awkward looking technician pokes his hand round a corner, "And that's Uriel."
Uriel does a funny little wave and shuffles off again.
Isn't it funny how things turn out sometimes?