//------------------------------// // thoughts // Story: Theory of nothing // by Elidjz //------------------------------// First there was nothing. Then there was light. That is how an universe is born. A void filled with an impenetrable darkness would suddenly and quite quickly be filled with matter and light in a blinding light show, where the silence is quite literally deafening. Life would follow suit after a few billion years of the universe's birth, when it has calmed down. In theory. As nothing is perfect, not even reality itself. Sometimes the universe has a flaw or two. This may lead to unforeseen consequences. Like allowing life to appear in the very first stage of the universe. Or even rarer, allowing said life to survive more than a second. Because for anything to trive, when matter and antimatter clash and when galaxies do not exist, should be impossible. To survive while the first stars and blackholes are birthed is no easy feat. In theory. So for something, anything, to not instantly perish it would have to be a being or creature with power on an unimaginable scale. And likely be beyond our comprehension. It opened it's eyes, though it was an useless action as the only thing that existed was blinding light or absolute darkness. The first stars were born though quite a few were unfortunate enough to be born near the biggest blackholes in all of existence, who were born in pockets of pure, raw energy. It was also born in such a pocket of matter and unbelievable power. Well, it wasn't really an "it". It was more that the concept of gender did not exist. Or even the word gender. Or the I and T. It and its kind couldn't even speak. Not that they knew what speaking was. About its kind, it's the youngest one by about a few hundred thousands years. And it was born at the peak of creation, the universe at its wildest and powerfullest. And it showed. As it was the tallest of its kind even though it's only a few millennia old. It was actually two times bigger than it's lifegivers. That was not the only difference between it and its kind. While they were bright like stars, it was made out of pure darkness, with a fiery light flowing around its body. Its kind would sometimes bump against a newly born star, the star would break while they remained unharmed. It, the youngest of its kind, could destroy stars by getting close to them. Look, an entire galaxy was born and then extinguished in the matter of seconds. Yet it and its kind survived. For any living being this would have been impossible. "It" did not care about such notions and concepts like physics and reality, simply because it did not know about that. So instead it simply jumped into stars like if they were puddles, the hottest material in existence felt lukewarm on its hide. During the peak of the universe three more of its kind would be born and they were almost as big as it. Then the universe went into its next face. And more of its kind were born. And it did not care as it could not comprehend such concepts. It was busy swimming into a massive red star. The burning plasma felt nice on its hide. And it enjoyed jumping into blackhole. It felt nice, the only drawback being that it would be thrown in another place of the universe. Other times it would  travel through a galaxy in a matter of days. Though it did not know what days were. Sex was alos very common due to a complete lack of descency and restraint. And that was it. There was nothing else to be done for the next billion years. It simply hung around, messing with celestial bodies, often resulting in their destruction. It was a fickle thing. It stood there with its three cousins. Well he actually. Because he had broken through the barriers of the universe and entered another one. Which resulted in the untimely death of three solar systems. After killing an entire galaxy, by moving through it due to its unholy size, he discovered something. Life. Life on a planet. Obviously he had unintentionally and likely killed billions when he moved through that galaxy. He obviously did not care as the concept of death did not exist to him. However curiosity was a thing. He tried to carefully get closer to the planet, which had both plant and animal life on it, some of which was sentient. So after practicing on some uninhabited planets he managed to get close to the inhabited world without destroying it. And he discovered a lot of things. Like sexual dimorphism (explaining why his cousins were different from him) reading, arts, the concepts of war which he found very interesting, multiple sex techniques, music, the concept of life, parenthood,  and so much more. Its also how he discovered that he was a he. And that his three cousins were all she's. And that he had a mother and a father. For the next few tens of thousands of years he traveled through that one galaxy, visiting its inhabited worlds. Witnessing all that life had to offer. He found peace to be boring, but interesting. War, plagues, religious zealotry and violence itself however were fascinating to him. Ideologies were a curious thing to him. But that might be because his kind had never encountered politics. Or anything really. They simply moved through the universe using celestial bodies as playthings. He felt slightly ashamed that he had lived for a billion years and had done so little. That would have to change. So he went back into his own universe and told his entire kind, or would species be more accurate, about everything he had seen and discovered. And so all the members of his species and family, the concept family being another thing that he had discovered, started traveling through the universe.  However one thing he had not understood was the concept of death. So he was not bothered by the amount of lives that had been extinguished by his simple existence. He stood there looking at his metallic creation. In his boredom he decided to mess with religion, magic, necromancy and robotics. Not necessarily in that order. He was two billion years old and he had learned a lot in the latter one. Creating cults, magical golems, undead abominations and much more. And now he was creating some ultra advanced robots. The reason why? Because he could. He thought about having his own personal army, so he made one. Filled with insane machinery and fanatical golems, because no living being could stay sane being in his presence. And using a puppet body with a fraction of his mind wasn't as good as the real deal. But when you're the size of multiple galaxies you can't really hang out with normal beings. Also creating cults and armies took time and were prone to mutinies and desertions. Sometimes he simply wanted to have fun. And war and gratuitous violence were very fun. And he still had not understood the concept of life. So people dying did not bother him, actually it amused him most of the time. He kept working on his mechanical creations making new designs, humming a long forgotten tune to himself. Have you ever witnessed the heat death of an universe? The true death, after Trillions upon trillions of trillions of years, when nothing is left and the barriers of reality crumble upon itself. It's beautiful. The most beautiful thing ever. He and his cousins had witnessed it by accident. They entered into an universe on the brink of death, mere seconds before it died. And they got stuck in there. The four of them felt a mild amount of panic as they could not leave and could feel the universe dying around. That panic instantly disappeared when the universe died. It lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, but for them it might as well have been seconds. The beauty was mesmerizing and undescribable. The four of them simply stood there watching. And they survived unscathed. Which should have been impossible for any normal being. The biggest and most powerful blackholes simply blipped out of existence. But they were left unfazed. And then they were kicked out of the universe as it ceased to exist. And they had learned one thing. Death is the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Cosmo, he had heard that word somewhere. In a movie or book? Or was it an astrographer that had used that word? He quickly stopped thinking about it as he witnessed the gates of hell open and swallow a planet. Sometimes he would simply watch from the sidelines, other times he was the one responsible for opening the gates of hell. This time however he was using his cults and personnel armies to fight the demons. Demons were fun to fight. On another note his body had changed slightly. Now instead of having a pitchblack hide, it had become ethereal and taken a blueish-purplish hue. He created multiple ways for him to be summoned and spread it across multiple universes. People would find them and use them. Sometimes it was an evil magician that wanted to use him to conquer a world, other times it was some sad peasant girl asking for world peace. It leads to many strange and interesting situations. Big Toni died. Toni had chosen that name after visiting a pizzeria. Toni was also the oldest of their kind. And died of old age and was the first one to die of natural causes. Many more would follow as the years went on by. And it was beautiful. Finding an universe on the verge of death is not an easy task, because of their extremely long lifespans. He had only witnessed it four times in his long life. Now he would witness it for a fifth time. He held his cousins close to him. They were very close to each other due to their strange biology and lack of decency. Normal societies would find it disturbing, but there was nothing normal about them. As the four of them waited for the end, he could feel something tugging on his mind. And suddenly he was pulled away. Not all of him, just a part of his mind. Just enough for him not to miss the heat death of an universe and be distracted so that he could not enjoy it. He recognised where he was. It was one of those proto-planets that would then become a new universe. The birth of an universe was nowhere as beautiful as the death of an universe. And it pissed him off that he couldn't witness it in its full glory. It was easy to find whoever was responsible for this. A bluish quadruped was slowly falling down. He couldn't help but think about how gravity was strange here and led to very entertaining situations. This only distracted him for a few seconds as he focused once again on the quadruped, clearly a she. She had ruined his fun. He did not take that kindly. Noticing that the quadruped was in quite a sorry state and sensing what she had done with his ninth sense, of which he had fourteen. This gave him an idea. She would have some very unpleasant company. It would be entertaining to watch. And he would make it even better. He could make this fun. Not for the blue quadruped. Not that he cared. She had ruined one of the most beautiful things ever. So she owed him.