The Real Story Of Creation
The bounce of her short blond hair was that of a mermaid, goddess or imaginary creature. Her eyes were a blue found only in fairy tales of the Lost City of Atlantis. Her milky white skin was the color of perfectly flavored chocolate milk and he figure was one you could keep time to. She was perfect in every physical way.
Her mind was sharp from years of applied mathematics and her humor was as dry as a fine martini. She never second guessed herself and was never afraid to ask for help. Her thought process was chaotic and precise. Her logic was that of a new-age PHP programmer just picking up Perl. She wasn’t afraid to lose her life for another. She was perfect in every mental way.
She held the clay in her hand and started to shape it. She rolled a small ball of it between her fingers and as she did it grew. It got larger and large until it was a size she had no measurement for. Then she grabbed the ball and squeezed. The clay beneath her hands did not move but instead vanished. When she removed her hand there was simply a hole and no displacement. It seems so empty she thought. With her will she filled the empty places in with gases. Much to her surprise the gasses quickly bonded into a liquid. Cool she thought. She played with the clay a little more adding rises here and sinks there. Done she thought.
Much time passed before she was bored again. I am bored she thought. Her ball of clay was amusing to watch at first. She watched the gases turn to liquids then back to gases again. She thought of names for the various things she saw. She laughed when a volcano would erupt and the smoke would tickle her nose. But sadly she grew bored. At first she thought of destroying the thing she had created. Why not? She thought, It has failed to continue to amuse me. Then another idea came to light in her mind.
She took a small hair from the top of her head and shaped it into what one could call a human. She willed it into life as she placed it on the earth. It walked around, looked around, and then died. Interesting she thought. She tried again this time creating with the man a variety of plants and animals. The man walked around, looked around and then killed. More interesting she thought. She watched as the man drink the blue liquid found in the thing she had come to call a lake. She watched as the man then produced a yellow liquid she had not named and honestly did not like the smell of.
She watched for sometime as the man lived. His life was very interesting but over time he died. Strange she thought. She made another man and then a mate for that man. At first she could not tell if her thoughts had worked. They certainly looked very similar. She watched them until they got very close to each other. It was dark on the clay ball so she made another ball that was brighter and made of gas. She willed the gas ball to sit stationary in the air. Soon after the clay ball started to move around the gas ball, Interesting she thought.
She watched again as the people on the clay ball started to get use to the idea of light. Overtime they went about their normal business and when it got dark again they once again got very close. It was at that time that she first saw the difference between them. Hmmm, she thought.
It wasn’t long after watching the two men on the ball that a third came. Who did that? She wondered. She watched and watched before she found her answer. The men she created seemed to be able to create more. Interesting she thought. She wondered if she had needed to create the men at all. Would they of been created by the ball had I not done it? She wondered. She created more balls of clay and gas each similar to the first two but very different in their own right. Many of the balls took up rotation around the first gas ball while others did the same to other balls.
She noticed soon after that the men on her first creation were pointing to the sky more. They acted as if they saw something. Perhaps the other balls, she thought. They were not that far away from each other so it seemed perfectly reasonable. She sat and stared at her creation for some time. It amused her as the things on the first planet lived and died. They seemed to learn great things and those great things constantly seemed to end up killing people. At some points she was fairly certain they had seen her. That they knew she was out there. It was impossible of course. She had not made their eyes capable of seeing her.
Overtime she grew bored of her first creations and wondered off to create more. From time to time she comes back to visit her first creation. She loves it even though it can get very repetitive. She does find the things it does amusing still. She just can’t wait until her first creations find a way to get to her later ones. The ones she built when she was bored. Boy will they be surprised she thinks.
To Be Continued?