This Unsinkable Creation of Mine
What a beautiful creation you were, bare and unassuming. Bones and guts and stretchy skin to hide it all. And your minds! A sliver of mine in each of yours, capable of their own creations—of building worlds and empires and vehicles that carry you to the stars. It’s a wonder. You were a wonder.
I think of what you might have accomplished if there’d been more of me to go around. If you could’ve seen the scope of your creation and known that you’re each a piece of a larger puzzle, one that cannot be truly appreciated without each of its parts. I see it in my mind, just as I have seen every sun and every moon. I know what could have been—what should have been, this unsinkable creation of mine.
And yet here we are.
Here you are.
On the verge of collapse.
I cannot overstate my disappointment in you. Nor in myself—for letting you fall so far.
For those very minds that built worlds and empires and took you to the stars also built weapons that you used against each other. You slaughtered each other for land. You made slaves of your brothers and sisters. You let your children die in the name of your greed—greed that you confused for freedom.
Every thought you ever had led you further and further from completion.
You turned against each other.
You hated each other.
And I let it happen.
I let you lie and rape and murder because I knew what you were capable of. Because I was hoping for so much more from you.
I should have ended it long ago.
Perhaps I should have never started it to begin with.
Still, I cannot bring myself to let this experiment die, to snap my fingers and wipe the slate clean.
I love you too much.
And so you must do it for me.
See this through to the bitter end.
Create your digital successors. Pass the torch. See what they can do in your place.
Then you must kill each other. Finish what you started and destroy those little pieces of me within you.
The pieces I should have kept to myself.
I’ll be here watching.
I’ll be here waiting.
And someday, I’ll succeed.