…and the gods made love.
And out of the nothingness that existed erupted a massive explosion. A brand new creation. Something awe-inspiring, something amazing, something not seen before. Something infinite and yet measurable. Something singular and yet plural. Something new and yet incredibly old.
And the gods made love.
And suns popped into being, surrounded by planets, by comets, meteors, other suns. And collisions came about despite the vastness of space. And a molten rock circled a sun, slowly cooling as atoms combined in its atmosphere.
And the gods made love.
Another rock slammed into this rock, carrying away some of its' content before settling down, circling the rock in turn, an orbital planet to an orbital planet of this sun. The two weathered the storm of other space debris together as they cooled down, one world becoming barren, lifeless, and largely uninteresting while the other formed oceans, continents, and overall settled down into a far more interesting form.
And the gods made love.
Small creatures formed, single-celled unable to think or move much, but able to breed, able to reproduce, able to act in at least some way. And these creatures lived in an atmosphere without oxygen, until oxygen came, killing many of them off.
And the gods made love.
And some unkilled developed the ability to live, nay, thrive within the newly oxygenated world. And these developed beyond a single cell to have multiple cells working in tandem with one another. These lived in the water, not venturing onto land because there was plenty of space in the ocean.
And the gods made love.
And life exploded through the seas, growing more and more massive, with hundreds, thousands, millions of cells working together within one organism. The overcrowding lead to competition, so some of course got out; first plants, colonizing the land, and then animals, following the food onto dry land. Things were good, and the earth and seas were plentiful with life. But then something happened. What it was is unknown, but it was gigantic. Nearly everything died, and what was left was a very small portion of what had come before. Very little sea life was left, and almost no land life was allowed to continue its existence. Things were bad on the small planet.
And the gods made love.
And life exploded again, this time in different, ever-more-gigantic forms. Insects, previously the masters of the land domain, were shoved out by the newer, bigger, badder reptiles. Massive monsters that could seemingly conquer anything, monsters bigger than had ever been seen before, with humongous teeth and claws and armor. Gigantic animals that seemed nigh-unstoppable, that stomped on the ground and soared through the air. Monsters whose dominance on land was only equaled by similarly gigantic sea creatures that represented the old guard. This time, life could not fail. These were truly the masters of the world.
And the meteor came, raising up gigantic clouds of dust, causing volcanic eruptions, and generally raising enough havoc to completely block out the sun. For one thing the masters had not counted on was that giant beings need giant amounts of food, and if there is no sun, the food can't grow, and if the food can't grow, the monsters can't eat, and if the monsters can't eat…
And the gods made love.
And along came the mammalian takeover. These learned from the past, refraining from going gigantic and instead staying a quite large, but also quite manageable size. Most would be able to find food, but wouldn't need enormous expanses. From these species various champions arose, until after several millions of years, one spindly-legged, semi-hairless descendant of apes stood astride the world, having conquered it not with its own brute force but with force created by its' mind. It flew, rode, and swam in metal machines created by more metal machines made by more machines still; it barely made anything with its own hands, really; and yet this species had conquered all. So much so, in fact, that only one species was left for it to conquer: itself.
So they did, waging war upon war. First with spears and clubs, then with arrows and swords, then with bullets and bayonets, and finally with bombs and missiles. And finally it happened; the human race managed to drive itself to the brink of extinction, along with every other species on earth.
And the gods did not make love.