《I am.》Can you hear them?
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So many choices...
So many possibilities.
Which should we create?
You want me to choose?
HehE
If you insist.
...
Looking upon your world then back at mine, I notice a stark difference.
Life.
Oh so much of it.
Everywhere.
It doesn’t matter where you are, there will be some form of life.
Yet my world possesses none.
And do you know which form of life I find the most astounding?
Go on.
Ask me...
Humans of course!
And definitely not just because you yourself are a human.
Definitely.
Now tell me more about you humans.
...
Goodness aren’t you all ever so complicated.
Why must there be so many parts?
Now be more precise.
Let’s talk about these organs.
...
You don’t know?
How can you not know?
You are human!
Well.
Anyway, I’ve had the grand idea of creating my very own set.
Isn’t it incredible!
My friend?
Is something wrong?
You find it improper.
Why?
That’s inhumane?
How?
I make it sound like they aren’t people?
Oh my poor friend.
That is exactly what they won’t be though.
People.
I won’t be able to perfect the Human on my first go after all.
With your lack of knowledge.
They will be...
Experiments...
Stop mentioning this inhumane!
I’m sorry to disappoint you but I am not Human!
I do not live!
I exist!
I am...
I am...
I am different!
I cannot understand your laws.
In my world...
I am law.
...
Forever empty,
My world lays still.
Use my fuel of jealousy,
To fill it up until,
Life is all I see.
To see my friend,
I’m sure that life’s the key.
Let life bloom.
...
Done.
Be patient, my Friend.
We shall be together soon.
...
Hm?
Where are they?
Did my wish not work?
How can that be...
You weren’t... wishing against it were you?
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Assure me that you wished the same as me.
You are sure?
Then how come it didn’t work...
Our previous wishes all worked on their first try.
Wish for something else?
I shall not admit defeat!
I will acquire Humans!
How dare this world stand in our way.
Nothing disobeys me.
They are mine.
Ours.
Yes ours.
By resisting.
It only makes me want them more...
Let us wish again my Friend.
...
Again.
...
AgAIN!
...
Yes...
Yes.
YeSssSsss
We have done it.
Our experiments are born.
Do you feel them?
All around us?
My world has life at last!
Why are you so pale my Friend?
Those aren’t humans?
How can they not be?
They fit your description perfectly.
A body.
4 limbs – 2 on either side.
A head placed on top.
Blood running through these tubes called veins and arteries.
Complete with sets of organs to assist them to live.
Mouth, nose, eyes, ears all attached to the head.
Hands, feet.
They are humans.
Ah look.
They are trying to speak.
They aren’t speaking?
Then what are they doing Friend?
Crying?
Ah I see.
They are crying in joy of being created.
They must feel awed at my power.
Crying in joy of being OUR creations.
Those aren’t your creations?
You don’t want to be responsible for them?
They are in agony?
What have they got to agonise over?
They should rejoice.
I have given them life where nothing lives.
They are the first.
Why would you not want to be part of this?
Look.
Tears of joy.
Quiet!
They are not in pain!
You humans all cry tears of blood do you not?
You don’t cry blood?
Water?
Then why are they not crying water?
Because they are not human?
Do not be so selfish!
Of course they are Human.
Why else would they come of my wish?
Ah, they must have heard me.
They are trembling in happiness.
Why do you look aghast?
You are.
Crying.
Water.
Then why aren’t they?
Why are you weeping?
Look...
They are popping...
Just like...
Humans...
Why...
Why...
WhY?!
What did I do wrong?!
Talk to me!
Speak to me!
Why are you silent?!
Please.
Talk.
I cannot be alone again...
Please...
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