A few months ago, I worked with a student who had to write a fiction story. The young woman was not a writer, but also, she did not care much for fiction. She liked physics, chemistry and other brainy stuff. After some discussion about her interest we settled on a creation story. She didn’t finish the project. I know why. It’s hard. This story was one of the most difficult stories I’ve ever written. It got long, so I broke it into three parts. Enjoy. I hope
A Creation Story - Part 1 The One
Forever, there is the One. It seems wrong to say the One exists in a void because being in that space would pretty much stop it being a void. So let’s call it godspace. A mysterious place beyond understanding. Godspace is the seed of everything but let me reveal the nature of the One to put things in perspective. First, the One was and is eternal. It has and will always exist. Second, outside of it there was and is nothing. Most notable, within the One all possibilities exist.
The One is like the space between gas particles. It is empty. Are you now wondering what the One is? Of course you are. The One is pure thought. No mass or matter. Some would say it is a spirit. There is merit to thinking that way, but it would be wrong to limit the One to a spirit because it is more than that. Much more. The One is the foundation of all things. It can materialize thought. Alright, I’m rambling, but this is such a difficult story to tell. Let me get on with it from the beginning.
Imagine a googolplex (1010100 ) multiplied by a googolplex. That’s forever. Yet, shorter than the time the One existed as a timeless, endless, shapeless, multi-dimensional thing. As we all know, thinking leads to ideas. That’s exactly what happened to the One. It got the idea to create stuff. Real, you can touch it, see it, hear it and feel it kind of things. In a matter of time, it concocted matter. First, it conjured gases, then electricity, followed by the algorithm of life itself. Those were glorious times for the One. But then, so many creations began to pile up inside godspace. It was not good. All matters of matter and life crowded the Ones ever expanding being. As things came to pass, the One said, “Enough is enough,” kind of coining the phrase you know.
Like so many of us, the One wanted to see those ideas in action. Not an impossible feat for an all-powerful being. Yet, the One needed an eternal solution. Getting things started, the One created a new space. However, it’s important to note, this wasn’t any sort of parallel plane. It was something altogether different and separate from godspace. In that new space, the One formed a multi-dimensional cube and then filled it with energy, causing it to explode into an ever-expanding playground. A boundless place to put stuff.
The cube became a perfect void, ready for the One to fill up. First, the one sliced a layer across the cube. Imagine a skyscraper with infinite floors. Over time, that’s what the playground became. Unlike before, the One had no desire to create random things. Afterall, it had already done that for eons. What does One put into an endless eternal ever expanding playground? Of course, such a question required a perfect solution. As it so happened, the One called it forth.
To begin, the One fashioned an idea for this special act of creation. Now, if you can imagine a god breath, you’ll have an idea of just how grand the expelling of breath was, and you’d be right about the way things happened as well. In the highest dimension, at the tip of the playground, with just one breath, the One formed the very first universe.
The Guards
The One conjured a planet and then opened a white hole in godspace. From there it was easy going. Another hole, a black one, opened in the new universe. The planet fell through the blackhole, right into the new universe. It is what we now call a rogue planet but to the future inhabitants it would be called the great hall. The planet had neither sun nor moon or sibling planets, but it pulsated. If you could see it, you’d think it was a spinning ocean. Not just any ocean, one of the bluest blue, seeming to glisten with starlight.
Without resting, the One spawned seven great thoughts; that of knowledge, of love, of identity, of matter, of laws and of energy or life. To those thoughts, the One inserted god energy. As it goes, the One spit the star seeds out and then they rooted themselves to the rogue planet absorbing both energy and knowledge. Seven lights evenly spaced, beamed out like search lights. The lights of the guards looked like tiny pinholes in godspace, but truly, they are the first and only kind of stars bright enough to escape the playground and seep right into godspace. Together, those seeds grew to become the Septemvirate or more specifically, the guards of their domain. They were in guardspace.
The One watched, waiting for the awakening. Let’s just say, the One was like a first-time parent, all nervous with excitement. Are you wondering, how it watched? If you’re like so many people, you sometimes wonder can gods see me? The answer is, maybe. But let me tell you, the One only saw the starlight of each guard; not the guards themselves. Yet, within that light there was data that went straight into godspace. Yep, it was the very first information highway, grander than any supercomputer that will ever exist in the history of the universes. The One used every bit of the data to see the internal workings of the guards. So, in a way, the One could see them, and nothing escaped scrutiny.
The coming to consciousness of the first Septemvir delighted the One, causing feelings to stir within it which we could only liken to that of a mother having had her first child. There it was, a new being full of god power. Right away, Ampiodus formed itself into a multi-colored glowing neural network and then ventured into open space. Forming neural tentacles, it spread out in every direction. When it was the right thing to do, in one moment of the eons of moments and not a second too soon, the One opened a tiny pinhole into the new universe. The hole tugged at Ampiodus’ tentacles until they jumped into godspace.
Latching on to the Ones thoughts, Ampiodus sucked out knowledge as it would have sucked milk from a mother’s breast. For millions of eons, it fed there.
“What are you?” Ampiodus asked after absorbing countless geopbytes of information.
“I am nothing, all things, you, universes, a beginning and an end?”
“What am I?”
“You are of me.”
“Where do you come from?”
“I am. I have always been. But for me, there is no you.”
“Why am I?”
“You are purpose.”
“What purpose?”
The One touched Ampiodus’ knowledge center and then uploaded code into its core. Right after, Ampiodus felt a piercing pain. The only pain it would ever feel. The One had weaned it. That stray tentacle pulled itself back into guardspace. As for the One, it moved on to the next idea. It created a new layer, added a universe, put guards there and then set things in motion. This time things were different. For the One had learned. This new idea was to… oh wait, that’s a different story, for another time.
Back in the great hall, Ampiodus morphed into a pulsating spiral and for eons it remained that way because it took that long to process the data the One had passed into it. At the end of that period, Ampiodus had full knowledge of its purpose. It was time to wake the others. One by one, Ampiodus stirred them to consciousness and then uploaded a subset of encrypted code predestined for that Septemvir. After completing that task, Ampiodus hibernated. While Ampiodus hibernated, the other guards grew into themselves, exactly as the One intended.
A few months ago, I worked with a student who had to write a fiction story. The young woman was not a writer, but also, she did not care much for fiction. She liked physics, chemistry and other brainy stuff. After some discussion about her interest we settled on a creation story. She didn’t finish the project. I know why. It’s hard. This story was one of the most difficult stories I’ve ever written. It got long, so I broke it into three parts. Enjoy. I hope.