I am currently sitting here in my confined yet adequate laboratory in which I have been present in for the last fifty-seven minutes or so. It is one past sixty-two seconds in the morning and the lab is in complete and utter darkness with nothing more than a narrow but bright beam of light emerging from my machine which, through the years, has become a trustworthy and indispensable companion of mine. You might be asking, what is this elderly man doing out of bed at the early hours of the morning? Why is he sitting in the dark in solitude? And what is that extraordinary contraption he is peering through? Many know me as the fellow who doesn’t like to be questioned too much, but on this particular occasion, I shall answer your inquiry.
I could not sleep. I was lying in my bed upstairs perpetually shifting over to one side or the other and thinking. For the past few months, I have been lying awake every night in the dark, pondering and worrying with my brain buzzing like an overwrought bee with confusion and puzzlement. My son thinks I am suffering from a bad case of insomnia brought on by the worry and problems which we are both aware of. He too is troubled by our situation but being one of the most optimistic persons I know, he comfortingly advised me to lessen my fret and have faith on the matter. My son is very well known for having faith in things; I suppose he gets it from his mother, who is also eminent for her grace and good soul and, in my opinion (though she blushes when I admit it) is a perfect example to all women. But in spite of my son’s words, I still got out of bed and quietly descended to my personal sanctuary which is this lab I can now be found in. I decided that, perhaps the only way I could solve this problem is not to waste time suffering from this proposed case of insomnia but press on with trying to unravel and weigh out the pros and cons of the existing circumstances. At least, it would stop me wearing out my mattress with all that shifting.
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In my lab, you will find many strange and anomalous objects which I have created, studied carefully, experimented with and even played with, and one of them is this microscope I have just mentioned. But if you had to have a look around my several glass cases over loaded with these bizarre items, you will find one particular entity which is by far, the most curiosity-arousing and fascinating of them all. It is also my personal favourite item which I made a long time ago and what I find so beautiful about it is that it is the smallest of all my inventions and yet it is the most complex and intricate of all of them. I would now like to take this opportunity to briefly explain to you how this object was made.
A few 13.7 billion years ago, I was playing around in my lab as usual, mixing chemicals and other sorts of scientific ingredients one would expect to come across in a laboratory. Some of these chemicals and living organisms are not even visible to the naked eye and so to be able to see and work on these, I had to build myself a basic microscope. I vividly remember the first time I had looked through the lens after having finally finished building it. I placed my specifically selected assortment of chemicals and organisms and proceeded with my experiment immediately. Now, I do not wish to bore you with grandiloquent and fancy scientific terms so I will cut to the chase and explain instead, in simple terms, on how I started to create what is now known as the universe. Basically, I combined a jar of black fluid of some sort with another jar I came across filled with tiny but self luminous crystals and after mixing these two together, I ended up with a large black block of a jelly-like substance with several shiny but miniscule crystals within the concoction itself. I called it space. I then decided to inject into it nine different drops of some other sort of fluids but when I peered into the cuboid, I could barely see what I had last inserted. In fact, they were just tiny pin-pricks exactly like the glistening crystals. I placed the block onto the stage of my microscope and lowered the eye piece closer to it. With a delicate spatula in one hand and a focusing knob in the other, I shifted, altered, twisted, swivelled and added to these droplets, or for a better name, planets which were by now rotating with a precise and unambiguous synchronization around a crystal which had grown into a spherical orange star. I decided to call this the Sun and after that, the solar system was born.
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After seven days of work, I constructed something called the force of gravity on a particular planet, smothered it with two components called sea and land and finally designed two microscopic organisms called man and woman which became one and multiplied into many more, founding several new organisms of different qualities, races, colonies and features on the planet Earth, for that was what I had called the tiny droplet. I would not have been able to do all this without my crucial microscope since it has become like a third eye to me.
This is where we are brought back to the problem I am currently facing. I am once again accurately focusing my lens on Earth and observing the organisms with both great interest and equal fright and concern. They have gradually started to move and vibrate in a quick and frantic manner. I study closer the movements and by the patterns they are making, there seems to be a convoluted displacement what I can interpret as trouble, or to be more precise, war. The different colonies seem to have developed a great sense of pride, jealousy and superiority and many singular organisms have become repugnant to one another while others still manage to mix and join together. I also notice that organisms within the same colony are actually separating from each other and building up a dense and heavy-looking germ called hatred. I focus my lens at another angle of the Earth when something catches my eye; a small but discernible hole in the wispy yet transparent blanket called an ozone I had created to balance out certain elements which are vital to the humans’ habitat. Could the organisms themselves be demolishing their own protective cover through their ways of living they have adapted to? If this is the case, there seems to be nothing that I can do but watch in despair and despondency as these humans destroy their own home. I start to wonder if I have created a monster, but my conscious contradicts me and reminds me that everything I have ever formed was done with good intentions and it would certainly not do my reputation any justice to invent something with ill meaning. After all, everyone knows me as He who is above all.
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I am zooming my lens closer to the hole in the ozone as much as I can, as if I cannot believe what my third eye is visualising. Now that I am closer to it, I can actually see more clearly what is going on on the surface of the droplet called Earth. One feature which confirms my theory on the trouble happening is the limp and sad look many of the organisms have developed. They look as though they have lost faith and hope. Perhaps I should ask my son to deal with that, but I have my doubts for many of these organisms have not been co-operating much with the aid I have been giving them. They refuse to communicate with me and so it is difficult to help eliminate the wilting look. They often attack some of their equals and seldom do they bond and become one as they should be. When I had created their first ancestors, I had given them each a single brain, all unique but ingenious in their own way with innocuous objectives stored inside them. But by the looks of it, plenty of this is drying away and leaving my precious creations without an ounce of guilt or awareness of what they are doing to their home.
It is now four minutes and twelve seconds to three and my eyes are heavy with the lack of sleep. I rise from my seat and before being engulfed into the empty world of darkness by switching off the light coming from my machine, I find myself slowly muttering to my planet Earth and its population, I am your creator. I am God. And I am watching you under my microscope.