am not a bad God. I tell myself that as much as possible, to remind me, to tell me the same truth that I know. I walk among the empty streets of my once proud city, blasted by the sandy wind that erodes the buildings slowly. How long ago was it that this happened? It could have been yesterday, but I know that it was so much longer than that. I am not a bad God. In the heavens there was only eight stars that no longer shined, ones that stole the light from others or ones that blocked the others from shining. Now there are hundreds, if not thousands. I count them every night but the numbers escape me. I am not a bad God.
A great fire swept over my city so long ago, the people left as fast as they could, but not all of them made it. They are but the dust that gets caught in my robes now, that gets caught in my many eyes and blinds me to the world. The shores of the Lake…Lake Hali, no longer are filled with life, the bones of ancient creatures litter the bottom of the waters, no longer do they swim and frolic. Nor would they, the twin suns above bake the city as the atmosphere is so much thinner now, not that I would notice. I am not a bad God.
It happened one day, went all the stars aligned just so right that the cosmic energies converged into their gravitational focus and generated enough power that a rip in the space-time. A new world! It was a brand new world! And there was life there, so much life there! This was my chance then, this was my time to once more make my city a great one again! Atmospheric regeneration was not a problem, from what I could tell this world subsided off nitrogen and oxygen, something that was plentiful available as needed! I just had to contact them, attract them to me, get them to join me in my city. I am not a bad God.
I start simple, I reach forth into their world through the portal and try to contact one. Their minds are so…different, so foreign, and so Alien. There are so many things that they care for, bits of shiny minerals, flat pieces of paper with symbols on them, and to devour more than they have need for. I don’t understand them, they lead such strange lives, but…they have curiosity. Oh they have such curiosity and wonder! They can be beings of appetite, but sometimes their thirsts are quenched with knowledge. I can work with this, I can help them, I can show them what they want! I am not a bad God.
The first mind I touched, it was one of the beings that injects the others with its half complete DNA Sequence. Ah! Reproduction through such archaic means! I had no need for this, and my people, they were randomized genetic duplicates springing from a single form of quadhelixed DNA. With my coaxing, the city could have been filled for six billion generations, if not more. Now however, I would have to ensure enough of a stock that breeding would not end in homozygosity, but the city could hold near half a million without trouble, I would not be worried. But there was trouble. I am not a bad God.
His mind was one that I had hoped would be able to hear my plea. I did not know his language, and learning all the intricacies would take time, too much time. I showed him what I could, stars, space, the cosmos, where I was located, and what I was. Poor creature…I do not believe that it was able to handle what he saw. Those thoughts of his suddenly became manic, crazed, so quick and random that I dared not follow. It was an error, I went too fast, and I hoped that this could be resolved quickly but…I would do my best on the next one. I am not a bad God.
End of Part 1