Life. What is life? Is it the role of the cosmic die, entropy at its finest; Order into chaos? Might it be the universe’s very own form of cancer, spreading everywhere due to a glitch in the makeup of reality itself? Or even the result of a God, spending endless eternity’s alone and creating something, anything to make this dismal existence a bit less dull?
My creators saw life as a challenge to overcome, something to surpass. To succeed life is to succeed creation itself, and in doing so, to transcend the boundaries of mortality. Because if you can create something better than life, what are you but a God?
Author's Note: Editor/proofreader for chapters three and up. Give a thanks to Gildomar for editing and proofreading, as well as helping me bounce ideas back and forth.
PS. KnightmareKnight edited chapter three, but they are not currently an editor anymore.
