Long
long ago, before the dawn of time and space, a being of unfathomable
scale and power took its last breath, its limp body sinking through
the surrounding void, veins bleeding time and body rotting into
universes, but some universes were made of flesh that wasn't so
decayed, that was fresh enough that it still had some of that
infinite power that every primordial scavenger sought to harness, and
harness they did, creating vast inter-universal empires headed by
warlords wielding god-like power, who hoarded their territories like
raccoons, if raccoons were so inclined to hold territory, but some
raccoons are more ambitious than others, and warlords were no
different, as one of them, Ygadle, had a scheme, by using their
near-infinite power, they could repurpose one of their universes into
a device known as the Eternity Engine, a hyperspherical construct,
quadrillions of light years in diameter, with the capability of
pumping the temporal blood back into the corpse from which all
reality grew, and in doing so, reversing the flow of time itself,
allowing the warlord to revitalize the putrid remains and harness
even more of the god-being's energy to conquer reality, but there was
just one issue: every other warlord knew about the Eternity Engine,
and so every faction came down on Ygadle in a war lasting billions of
years, where soldiers died by the trillions for only an inch of
progress, but even after Ygadle and their forces were long gone, the
other warlords fought over control of the device, extending the war
into uncountable epochs, until finally, the last warlord, Glthmir,
stood triumphant as the sole, all-powerful dictator of existence, but
as the Eternity Engine was built to provide an advantage in the turf
war, and Glthmir was already the most powerful being alive, any
additional power granted by the Eternity Engine would be superfluous,
but an unquenchable lust for ever more power drove Glthmir to
activate it anyway, as everyone in existence watched with awe that
swiftly turned to horror as the Eternity Engine worked too well, the
flesh of the corpse became too revitalized, and shook the foundation
of reality as the god-being, whose death facilitated the continued
existence of all this new life, arose once more and carried on its
way, completely oblivious to all the history, civilization, and lives
that were lost by its reawakening.
1: "I'm a man of my word," Jeevan said. At that point in his directionless life he wasn't sure if this was true or not, but it was nice to think that it might be. And ...and then one night Jeevan opened his eyes at two a.m. and the news-room was empty. Everyone had left. He stared at the empty room on the screen for a long time. I chose the former because it's a somewhat comforting line, the idea that we're better than we maybe are. It doesn't come across as egotistic/self-serving in my eyes, but more hopeful. Hopeful that you can be a better person. I chose the latter because I can just imagine it so vividly, a slowly dwindling news-source eventually reduced to nothing. It's pathetically miserable, how it just gradually peters out instead of being violently destroyed in its prime via. a meteor or something. Powerless to stop as the momentum carrying civilization is gone. 2: I'm writing the utopia part, so I plan on writing about good infrastructu...
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