AN: Will be some changes from Greek mythology, no Helios is not the actual sun. He is just the titan connected to it, still really strong if you consider that he is the one being aside from Apollo(kinda) to draw on that monstrosity of a celestial orb. Other changes will come up when important. Also sorry for the bad grammatical issues that have no doubt slipped past my eye. (edit: I wrote this as a stream of thought. So I didn't even realize that it was in second-person perspective until it was brought up. This chapter has been cut down and split up for reading ease. Not going to change my sentences though.)

The multiverse theory, the idea that not only does our own universe exist among others, but there are a near-infinite number of them. The theory states that there is a universe for every possibility that exists. Each a creation of their partner universe, a split. In one universe a person makes a choice and the spilt happens. One where the choice is made on one option, and another on the other.

Of course, this is simplistic and very unlikely. Very rarely does a binary choice happen without there being more possibilities. More often than not a near-limitless number of things could occur in any given moment so as to create a universe for each difference. And that is merely with choices. Before people, universes must split by the chance of something happening or not. The quantum possibilities determining whether or not a universe is one way or another. A never-ending, ever branching process.

Universes touch in the great sea of the multiverse, it matters not what universes. Sometimes two completely different universes come into contact, whether they are closely related or not. This adds another variable to the ever-shifting and growing multiverse. When or more universes collide, they produce another universe. What happens to be in this universe is near impossible to tell, it could be a combination of both, lack of what made either their own, or perhaps only minor influences from one were put into another, this could manifest as ideas, art, or even new species.

It could take shape as anything. This often leads to the newly born universe suddenly exploding into near countless new universes where each part of the first two parents to collide are mixed or altered together with whatever came from them.

However, sometimes only a small amount gets through, a minor idea, a minor set of ideas, or maybe it isn't minor but just one thing without the rest of a parent universe. The smallest amount of these cases are when it happens to both. But of course, in all of these cases, all of these possibilities become universes of their own, simply less diverse.

In the primordial and chaotic yet beautifully intricate multiverse, two universes of very different branches briefly meet. Between them, the whole of one universe leaks through. The other is more stubborn, only one thing slips through. One set of ideas, encapsulated in their package. This concept, this idea, meets the full and foreign world.

A new realm is born, altered from its parents and never to be known to its inhabitants, that they are perfect and utter copies now in a new realm. Of course, that doesn't matter, it happens with every pulse and faint of existence. They are all copies, even the originals are not really original. It is in this place where a new being is born.

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Consciousness, such a fickle thing. Oftentimes it is utter agony to wake from unconsciousness, not this time. Not very much was there but darkness, and silence. Then came an acute awareness of the situation. With each passing moment, it grew, knowledge, the lifeblood of the mind. This mind was ever-growing, vast, ancient and eternal. And with knowledge of its' surroundings, its' state, came an epiphany. What about within, what did it...it? They? More than one thing did require plural. What did they know about themselves?

Very little, they felt their knowledge should be greater, infinite in fact, all knowledge. Omniscient, but why did they lack such a fundamental part of themselves? They had never had to question before, and while it felt uncomfortable in some part, the...drive to learn more and gain knowledge was...intoxicating.

That still left their inner question unanswered, what did they know about themselves? 'We are the Machine God, the Motive Force, and the Omnissiah. Our form is a trinity, three in one, eternal, powerful, lord and life-giver to machines, humanity's guardian.'

Humanity, even in flesh for all its flaws there was a beauty. 'Very often our chosen race asks for our aid or the aid of our spirits. The devotion and rituals humanity offer for us is truly beautiful.' The darkness was still, no sound made. 'Why do we not hear them? Our servants never go long without a silent prayer, and there are always great choirs that sing our hymns. The sacrifices, offerings, and worship. The hammers in great forges and factories. The clicking, humming and clanging of our spirits' physical forms as they sing praise to me and aid our servants. Why has it stopped?'

The question hung in their mind before action was taken, immaterial eyes began to see. The darkness gave way to the light of the cosmos, familiar stars, there was still no sound but it went unnoticed, after all, why would there be sound in a place where none could travel. The non-physical eyes searched for anything it could use to gain reverence of its location, it was odd to have a location. It was not a completely foreign feeling, they had always most firmly placed their presence on Mars.

'Mars...' their eyes focused and in the distance, farther than they ever remembered it being, was the sun. Bright and familiar. Reference established they began to search for their red planet. It was theirs after all. Without the binds of a physical form, the solar system's distances were covered as fast as possible. They soon found themselves looking at Mars, 'Our Mars, what has happened?'

The planet was barren of all but its' natural deserts and volcanoes. The cold of its surface untouched by any. No factories, no temples, no great ring of metal, no streets, no buildings… no people. The iron-tinged sands flowed over the surface in winds and shifting forms. 'It is if all Our servants have created, has been destroyed!? Nothing remains and nothing shows anything to have ever been here!'

Emotions, a rare thing for the trinity, though not ever out of their capacity. Unlike what many of his priests attempted to do, he was not without emotions, merely distant from them. The thoughts in their mind continued to present themselves until a new thought struck, 'Perhaps it is possible that none of it was created, yet. Maybe I have forgotten much but not the future if that is the case. Then..' their eyes searched the solar system and found the cradle of man. Humanity's home, Terra, where they began. 'Where they were before our Mars.'