Comment: Historically, this is the first Journal Entry I ever wrote.Comment: Historically, this is the first Journal Entry I ever wrote. Journal Entry 136/0068 I was whistling tunelessly, smiling; It had been a hard day at the beach, composing hormonal annotes for the latest species I intended to introduce to the universe. I grinned to myself, too amused at my own sense of superiority. Gods! Sometimes I am so cocky! But how else should a deity feel? I scowled, again to myself as I had no witnesses. I floated down the g-tube towards my room, worryied that I might someday believe my godhead. A frightening thought. I am easier to kill, they are superior models; I am just a refit of Ma Nature. Even if my kids do look upon me as some sort of father figure. I pondered the question of what makes a god when a single scent brought a smile to my face and wiped away philosophy. Ember! Bawr Mahn, M'Bawr, was turning 16 tomorrow, the age when Felinzi observe silly ceremonies celebrating a 'coming of age.' Silly because most kids were competent by the age of nine (and judging by the people who live in my castle, they stay childish for 60 years). But then we are a world of instant tradition, being such a young society. Basically, it amounts to a sweet-sixteen party. Ember's scent grew stronger as I headed down the corridor, even though her rooms were down towards the other end of the castle. She might be visiting her mother, or somebody else. It continued as I passed Ress' room, which meant... There's only one door left down this hallway, and it's mine. The door opened and it was dark inside. I fought down an urge to assume a combative posture. She was functionally my own grandchild, for Gods' sake! Even if her mother was genetically incompatible with me and had been born from a tank. "Ember?" Her scent was strong. She'd been waiting a while. I was tempted to ask Dave how long she'd been here, and to ask him why he hadn't called me the moment I'd returned. |