It is September 10th, 3042, and I remain living. Not exactly surprising, given how I was turned into a literal god
about 1000 years ago. Humanity had nearly wiped itself out during the
21st Century via a manufactured bio-weapon. It was a very effective
weapon, but the country employing had no idea how to control it after
using it. I don’t think ‘whoops’ quite covers this. Humanity nearly
wiped itself out playing God. There’s probably something in here about
‘the price of hubris’ or something, and how it’s ‘arrogant to think
humanity could rule in such a vast and uncaring universe.’ Frankly, I
think those are sweeping statements that don’t apply to reality in any
meaningful sense, but it is what it is.
Meanwhile, I’ve been here in my little hyper-dimensional nexus, with gateways all around the planet, writing things down.
It’s at this point that I feel the need to mention what my goal is,
because I apparently have nothing better to do than just monologue at a
wall, so here we go: I want to humanity to avoid the same fate that it
suffered before. At first I tried a direct method of change. I tried
guiding humanity, so that they wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
Unfortunately, this didn’t work. At all. What instead happened was my
actions caused a religious cult to form around me, resulting in a
rather massive genocide about a couple centuries after the bio-weapon
ravaged everything. I guess it’s my turn to say whoops.
Suffice it to say, I decided from then on to be a bit more cautious.
No more direct interference; instead I decided to observe and to
record. I wanted to understand the societies that were forming out of
the ashes of the old world. I wanted to understand their culture, their
structure, and their mindset. I am as yet still observing, still
recording. I am waiting for the opportune time to make my entrance once
more.
Thousands of years more it may take, but until that time I shall observe and record; until that time I shall wait.
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