• A God's Attempts


    From the very moment I came into being, I was consumed by a dream. A dream to create a perfect civilization, a society where all creatures would work in harmony and peace for eternity. I was convinced that with my power of creation I could create a world of perfection and acceptance. 11,834,958,417,313 failures later, I am no longer so certain.

    I have tried billions upon billions of different combinations. Different life-forms, different climates, different planet sizes, yet nothing has worked. Whether or not I personally intervene in the societies, they never work out. I have had planets last trillions of years, while others have barely lasted a week. The only thing they all have in common is that they all ended in chaos and destruction.
    Nothing I did ever worked out. What seemed like permanent fixes eventually brought more discord.

    My current project is a small blue and green planet without a name. I haven't named anything in eons, not since I ran out of names after the first trillion. However, some of the more sentient inhabitants of the planet have dubbed it “Earth.” Said inhabitants have also given themselves the name “Humans” and have named everything else on the planet.

    The “Humans” were once my greatest hope for the success of this planet, for you see, when I created “Earth” I decided to try something different. In all my previous endeavors I had controlled and facilitated all advancements in the worlds I'd created. With “Earth” I set about the basic creatures, what “Humans” call “Bacteria” and let loose the reins that controlled them. What happened amazed even me. Through what seemed sheer coincidence, the “Bacteria” seemed to change on their own, becoming new creatures, those creatures gave way to others, evolving and growing as the generations passed. In only a few billion years, the entire planet was completely unrecognizable, with large sentient creatures roaming a planet now covered in thick forests, lush grass, or in some places, vast deserts.

    “Humans” were the latest part of this progression, and I'd been fascinated with them. They were almost like incomplete versions of myself, not in appearance, for I have no body to speak of, but in cognitive ability. They were able to think into the future, to deduce, to observe the patterns in the happenings in the world around them. It seemed as if the creatures that I had created in the beginning were trying to gain my form, to return from whence they came.

    It was my hope that with these creatures so similar to myself, “Earth” could become the perfect society I had always envisioned. That with there ability to understand things, “Earth” could become the world I had always envisioned and the example I could use to create a perfect and serene universe.

    But my hope did not last long. In just a few millennia, it became clear that “Humans” would not be the bringers of peace and understanding, but the summoners of ruin.

    A few million years after they stepped upon the planet, they became too powerful for themselves to control. Their technology grew too dangerous and unstable. They were able to facilitate mass destruction, yet could not resolve differences between themselves. Disagreements and fear escalated as the years passed.

    Now I sit and watch as what was once my bright and shining hope breaks apart. Humans fight with one another, disagreeing on unbelievably trivial matters, focusing more about their differences than on their similarities. Destroying their own planet, their own race.

    One group of humans sets off a war. Country after country is dragged into the conflict. Both sides begin to intensify their assaults. New and more powerful weapons are used. Destruction and death run rampant. People leave the mortal coil en masse. Finally, the earth reaches it's endgame. “Nuclear” weapons are utilized. Death counts increase. The planet's stability is jeopardized, and eventually begins to collapse upon itself.

    “Earth” comes to and end.

    A “Human” poet once said that “Earth” would end “not with a bang, but a whimper.” In reality, the planet ends with a frustrated sigh as I turn away from my failure, and begin work on my next attempt.