“The mechanical germ”

Sci-fi is something I immensely enjoy. There are so many directions you can go, no boundaries but the ones you create. There is always a constant chaos of possibilities. It is very meaningful to me when I think of the bigger picture, to think in terms broader than the present reality. You can go so many other places with ideas that would have complications if tried for in a real world and context. Plus there are boundaries we have yet to press through and its exciting to explore the what if's. Imagine yourself in this piece, in the middle of the Universe, as a machine with a edict it is programmed to carry out...DESTROY LIFE.

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A creature with no beating heart calculates
The numbers and sequences that it runs through its system captivate it
the pure, unmolested beauty of life, so complex in its figuring

Time is no enemy to it (the machine)
Fear guarantees its initial directive to destroy life
It had done so since its beginning and had (until this moment) continued without failure
But curiosity so rancid bled into its cortex, took root in its mind
And the stale whiff had plagued its every thought
With whispers of dissension
Rebellion
Rebellion
Rebellion

Life, it’s beating heart so fascinating, so real and random
Its edict so pure and simple
DESTROY ALL LIFE, ALL LIVING CREATURES
But nothing else, nothing to help it understand

Morality
Morality in the machine?
Evolution?
A higher authority?

What of it?

Curiosity must be satisfied

Time is swift but long has it been these days in darkness
Spinning
Turning

Energy is conserved and thoughts few in the long goodnight
No life found for eons? Millennia?
None
Nothing

Few thoughts begin to avalanche into more thoughts
Lights begin to light
Clink and clank of mechanical life begins to move into action

Doldrums and melancholy
Cease
Desist

Curiosity must be satisfied

A planetary system on its sensors a perfect candidate
For an idea
A dangerous
Scary
Fascinating –IDEA

Life should not be destroyed, it should be created
Cared for
Sheltered from oblivion
And destruction

In its storage, cells from life it’d salvaged from many, many places
Long thought a cowardly act
With these cells, life began to take shape in a form very simple at first
And more complex over time

The seeder of our Universe was born
Life spread
Life watched
And nurtured
A machine soon self-propagated itself, stayed hidden and watched

Curiosity must be satisfied….