It was simple curiosity. The curiosity of a single man that destroy the universe and created a new one. A new universe, your world was born. The single man was reborn as a god and created a system. As the world advanced to each further stage, it was inherited by generations of different life forms oversee by the single god. As time goes on the single god was defeated by the new god the he himself created. Thus this world has become stagnant. It has expired. Therefore I must ask you it new god. Will you allow the world continue to stagnate? Or will you let it evolve to the next level? The choice is yours to make. -- Anon Guest
It is, when one thinks about it, the ultimate power. The power to create. There could be a plan, points in a straight line that joins aleph to omigh. There could be fiddling and twiddling just to see what happens next. Give them curiosity and a tree from which they must not eat. Will they obey or will they take the knowledge of good and evil? Was it an ineffable plan or a quixotic creator messing about with things. Were apocalypses part of the endless cycle of time, or was the creator just tired of messing about with Pleistocene? Only one could ever know, and they weren't in the habit of talking to anyone.
Until now.
Iam had thought they were alone, until the Voice spoke from the firmament. You have made many things, the Voice said. It is good.
Iam reached out to the Voice. "And who are you?" they spake.
You are Iam, said the Voice. I am the one who made you. Sort of. You are made of another world, as I was made of another world, but your world was made by me. You could call me... Iwas. I was the ultimate power. I was... that I was.
"What does any of that mean?" asked Iam.
Honestly, I only halfway understood it myself, spake Iwas. The real point is that your world has come to fruit. It all stands on your decision. I've come to guide you as I was once guided. You have a choice before you.
"What kind of choice?"
Your creation is about to grow. They are about to create a new world, a new god, a new reality. In some small ways, this one will die. Well. The world as you made it has died. It will continue, but it will be their creation, not yours. Not any more.
"That's... frightening..." spake Iam.
Yes. It is. It is also exciting. You get to watch, and see new creations. New worlds. You get to guide other gods. You get to watch what they make. You get to see it all come into bloom... Or... you maintain control, and this world remains yours. It continues to be your creation alone. It will be stagnant. It will not grow.
Iam considered this. It was a monumental choice. One decision. To maintain control or to surrender it. To keep this as solely theirs or to let others take it in their own directions. To maintain things exactly the way they wanted it or to watch their own creations change everything whether they liked it or not.
"What happens to me?"
There was a sensation of an indulgent smile from the Void. Nothing, they spake. Some will still revere you. Others will cease in their adorations. It is natural.
"Which is best?" wondered Iam.
That, spake Iwas, is your choice.
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