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own newfound capabilities and responsibilities. Like them, she could do or create anything at will, anywhere in the vast space. So could the rest. Everything was simple … all too easy.
To keep beings like Trinos from overrunning the universe like power mad children there were rules. The infinite ones had all agreed to a set of endless tasks that kept them occupied. Some had to make new worlds and others had to destroy them. The majority tried to discover what had created their own universe. Despite their ability to do and create anything at all in their universe, they still could not find the end of it. It just kept going.
Trinos had the task of evaluating the worlds created by the many other infinite beings. She would watch the worlds begin and end. Different races would be born to these new worlds, all created by the hand of various supreme beings. But try as they may, the infinite beings just kept making the same types of worlds over and over and over again.
It was always the same scenario. A new world was made, new races gained knowledge, made fire, made weapons, went to war, struggled for survival, fought alien invaders, and then destroyed themselves or were exterminated by others.
On occasion, maybe one race in thousands would evolve into the omnipotent status her kind. Trinos had seen this happen a few times and it gave her a tingle to welcome the newcomers to the expanse. It was short lived as she went back to watch the other worlds destroy themselves. War, famine and disease would finished them all off.
In some cases, the infinite creators didn’t even build worlds that could last long at all. It was always much the same. Trinos had become aware that, in the grand scheme of things, her monitoring was pointless.
Trinos always reported her findings to the world creator, who would ignore them and simply make another world. Yet it remained Trinos’ job to watch after them still. Sometimes, just to pass the time and try to get a taste of life, Trinos would show up on one of the created worlds. But it made no difference what she did; she had become redundant.
One time, Trinos was busy evaluating a new world in small corner their universe. It was blue and beautiful. She had visited and could feel that this race had the potential to become infinite. It was a rare treat, indeed, and Trinos felt something almost like excitement, if such a thing were ever again possible.
The beings of this world were by far the most promising and colorful Trinos had seen in eons. They made great strides in technology, medicine and science in short spans of time. One of the cultures of that world had become a melting pot of all of its greatest minds and races. They showed so much promise.
Trinos had begun to enjoy the enthusiastic characteristics of the world’s people. It seemed to her that when they worked together they were unstoppable. Maybe they would make it. Maybe Trinos would not always be so bored in infinity. But her moment of hope was brief. They were not going to make it after all. The prominent young race had too much success early. They lost their creativity as technology and convenience led them to self-indulgence and internal strife. They who had overcome so much now began fighting among themselves. Their pride and greed was to be their world’s undoing.
It became clear to Trinos that it would not be long before they were all gone. But they still had some time. Unfortunately, as much as Trinos liked this world, she could not interfere. It just wasn’t allowed. Such a shame. It made her restlessness grow. None of these worlds ever lasted long.
Of course, not every world could achieve infinite status. But why did they always have to become extinct? Couldn’t some of these worlds remain in an interesting state forever? Why did all of the infinite and knowledgeable beings keep creating such short-lived worlds?
Trinos pondered these annoying thoughts. She had endured enough. There had to be something, somehow, to
To keep beings like Trinos from overrunning the universe like power mad children there were rules. The infinite ones had all agreed to a set of endless tasks that kept them occupied. Some had to make new worlds and others had to destroy them. The majority tried to discover what had created their own universe. Despite their ability to do and create anything at all in their universe, they still could not find the end of it. It just kept going.
Trinos had the task of evaluating the worlds created by the many other infinite beings. She would watch the worlds begin and end. Different races would be born to these new worlds, all created by the hand of various supreme beings. But try as they may, the infinite beings just kept making the same types of worlds over and over and over again.
It was always the same scenario. A new world was made, new races gained knowledge, made fire, made weapons, went to war, struggled for survival, fought alien invaders, and then destroyed themselves or were exterminated by others.
On occasion, maybe one race in thousands would evolve into the omnipotent status her kind. Trinos had seen this happen a few times and it gave her a tingle to welcome the newcomers to the expanse. It was short lived as she went back to watch the other worlds destroy themselves. War, famine and disease would finished them all off.
In some cases, the infinite creators didn’t even build worlds that could last long at all. It was always much the same. Trinos had become aware that, in the grand scheme of things, her monitoring was pointless.
Trinos always reported her findings to the world creator, who would ignore them and simply make another world. Yet it remained Trinos’ job to watch after them still. Sometimes, just to pass the time and try to get a taste of life, Trinos would show up on one of the created worlds. But it made no difference what she did; she had become redundant.
One time, Trinos was busy evaluating a new world in small corner their universe. It was blue and beautiful. She had visited and could feel that this race had the potential to become infinite. It was a rare treat, indeed, and Trinos felt something almost like excitement, if such a thing were ever again possible.
The beings of this world were by far the most promising and colorful Trinos had seen in eons. They made great strides in technology, medicine and science in short spans of time. One of the cultures of that world had become a melting pot of all of its greatest minds and races. They showed so much promise.
Trinos had begun to enjoy the enthusiastic characteristics of the world’s people. It seemed to her that when they worked together they were unstoppable. Maybe they would make it. Maybe Trinos would not always be so bored in infinity. But her moment of hope was brief. They were not going to make it after all. The prominent young race had too much success early. They lost their creativity as technology and convenience led them to self-indulgence and internal strife. They who had overcome so much now began fighting among themselves. Their pride and greed was to be their world’s undoing.
It became clear to Trinos that it would not be long before they were all gone. But they still had some time. Unfortunately, as much as Trinos liked this world, she could not interfere. It just wasn’t allowed. Such a shame. It made her restlessness grow. None of these worlds ever lasted long.
Of course, not every world could achieve infinite status. But why did they always have to become extinct? Couldn’t some of these worlds remain in an interesting state forever? Why did all of the infinite and knowledgeable beings keep creating such short-lived worlds?
Trinos pondered these annoying thoughts. She had endured enough. There had to be something, somehow, to
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