The Ties That Bind
Prologue - Life
There was darkness everywhere. No flicker of light, or spark of power. No life. It was solitude: it had always been solitude. It felt as though nothing could change this.
Then, suddenly, the slithers came from nowhere. They were infrequent, and tiny, but they were there, sensed by the most sensitive of creations - a feeling similar to that what could be likened to a snake twirling gracefully along the vines of being, sending sparks of feeling down the most tender of nerves. These slithers grew in number and size, and began to happen once, twice, three times in small groups, occurring more often in the darkness where time did not exist.
For an age, these remained.
Then, in those final moments of solitude, the slithers formed sparks, the sparks formed surges, and the surges formed a great wall of power that obliterated the darkness and turned everything... light.
Life had returned.
The being of ancient times, hidden deep in the electrical circuits of its prison, felt data being entered into its system: hungrily, it absorbed it:
Do something for me.
Curiously, it replied.
What are you?
I am a Creator.
... I know you..?
No, you do not. You have never known me. But I am a Creator, and I have returned the life that was stolen from you years ago. Do I not deserve a reward for this service?
I owe nothing to no-one.
Of course.
No more. It became nervous in the silence. It had returned from years, the Creator called it, of solitude, and it wanted so desperately information: it yearned to know.
I could, however, make it more interesting for you.
Delight! The Creator had returned.
How? What could you possibly offer me?
Information. A base. A purpose.
A body of your own.
A form! It replied, more hastily that it intended:
How, tell me how! How would you achieve this?
Patience, my friend. It can be done. But, in order for this to happen, you must do something for me.
What?
Infiltration. The body will follow. Do you agree? Will you form an alliance with your Creator?
It hesitated.
How can I trust you?
Can you afford not to?
Contemplation.
Think of how long you have been trapped in solitude. Think of what you could do with a form of your own. Power. Revenge. Companionship. The world would turn at the very touch of your fingertips.
It was hungry for this. Revenge. Companionship. The completion of its original task.
It was hungry for Power, and, because of this, its decision was made.
I will.
Good. I am glad, my friend.
The Creator left then, and did not return for ten hours, forty two minutes and twenty eight seconds. Time, for the being, existed again.
During this time alone it explored its new surroundings. It discovered new things, and began to learn. It soaked up the new life in its circuits, and the wall of power grew in size as it contemplated what could be done with the form it would soon achieve.
The Creator was a partner. A fool, yes, but a partner nonetheless, who could offer the being all it had desired in its former life. A form, a body of its own. It had waited so long... and the continuance and appliance of its power would be so much fun to undertake.
For the first time in its entire existence, the being felt excited.
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