"Do you control everything?" Tal asked.

"No, we don't control, why should we control? We just pay attention, we observe, we are aware, and when something needs to be adjusted, we channel the energy and let the energy change. One instance seemed to laugh.

"How was it created? Including life? Tal was still curious.

But soon it learns that the creators of the universe are happy to let it know how they created it, creating pictures for it that Tal "sees" through perception.

…… Everywhere there is emptiness, darkness, silence, boundlessness, this individual creator of the universe does not know what it is called, but obviously the name is not important here, it is meaningless, they have no name, no label, no distinction and format of their own.

It has no body, no memory, and no idea how big it is, how big or small it is, but the only thing it perceives is that it was born here suddenly, it has to do something, and when it was born here, it naturally has its own work that it has to undertake, and God knows what kind of place it is? Since it's empty, what should be done here?

What should come about? But it soon learned, it was born for this work mission, I don't know why I want to do it, but I know that I want to do it, and I do it right away......

And so the dust nebula began to appear in the void as it had expected, and as its consciousness kept feeling the pile of raw materials, the primordial materials continued to expand and spread out more and more, so that they piled up into strange shapes.

There's nothing to compare to, because it doesn't know what a metaphor can be used until it feels like it can do something with these raw materials, and that's supposed to be its job.

It has no body and no hands, but what does it matter? It was only aware, and those strange dust nebulae gathered together one after another spherical objects, one two, three innumerable, according to its knowledge, and they glowed, like fireflies emerging out of this void space, shining, rising, dispelling the darkness and bringing light.

They crowded more and more and brighter, and each seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that the other was brighter and bigger than themselves, and then chased each other wildly.

Oh my God, these balls of light spun so dizzy that it had no eyes or brains, and even forgot that it had created them, right away, because it had no memory.

The more and more dust nebulae drove these glowing spherical objects to spin wildly until they became spiral-shaped stars, and these galaxies fought each other with all the light spheres within their range, either devouring or merging, and the larger the merger, continued to chase and tear the small ones.

Let's go, stay away, the farther away the better, it commanded so, of course it didn't speak, but those galaxies knew its expression, and sure enough, they all left, but those primitive materials still spread out endlessly, continuing the previous photosphere stars, the manufacturing process of galaxies, going forward and ......

Oh my God, it's too crowded, it's too bright, and even so bright, it still can't see itself, because it's invisible and perceptual, and it mutters, it looks like it's going to change places, it prefers to play happily in the void, in the darkness and the silence.

A silver-gray round thing flew in, more like a flat circle, I don't know how big or small, because it has no body, it doesn't think about the size of things, it doesn't have an impression of color, because it has never seen a color, and the round thing glows, like a ball of light being stepped on.

It was interested, and the first time it saw this thing, it was curious: "Where are you from?" What is this for you?

The oblate thing spun in circles, in a large circle, as if searching for something, and the object driving the disc inside received its information, but did not know where the source of the information came from.

"I'm here." It said hello.

The disc continued to spin in circles, like a headless fly, and a buzzing response message came from inside: "Who are you?" I can not see you. ”

Because it has no body, the other party can't see it.

"I am?" It paused, who was it and why was it here? It seems that not having a memory is a real trouble.

"Where is this?" It asked.

A message came out from the disk-shaped object: "I think this is the universe, one of the multiverses, and behold, the stars in the galaxies here are so spectacular and dense and beautiful, I think this may be the source of the universe." ”

It looked at the raw materials, seemed to remember something, and said disapprovingly, "Oh, the ones you see are just some composite crafts..."

The driver inside seemed to be stunned for a moment, unable to think of this answer, and couldn't interface for a while.

"Who are you?" The driver still doesn't know what the one sending the message is or what it looks like.

"I am?" It pondered, "You can call me the Creator." "If I have to have a title." Well, I'm called one. The driver said casually, if the other party is so perfunctory.

The creator laughed, but of course it couldn't be seen by the other party: "It's an interesting name." ”

"In honor of me being the first creature to come here, I also have a robot, which I call Two." It's more like a number, a saying.

The creator thought for a while: "One, two, I guess there is still one behind?" ”

"Three, four, five...", one doubted, this unmaterial being of the highest level of the universe could not have been found to know even mathematics?

It is true that the creator does not know mathematics, so it ponders and then proceeds to ask, "Where do you come from?" Where to go? ”

The driver in the flat disc said triumphantly, "I am a cosmic galaxy drifter, and I like to go around and discover all kinds of new things." ”

"Sounds great." The creator continued: "You can take me with you to experience it. ”

The driver wondered, he didn't even know what the creator looked like, how could he take it with him?

But the creator always becomes instantaneous as soon as it creates, and it separates itself from itself and is a very small part of the creator the same size as the driver, which instantly appears in that disc, the size of a giant who stands up to the sky and the earth and dusts off a speck of dust from his body.

"Go, go out, and bring back to me all the experiences you've been through!" It says to the detached self.

Then the greater part of its consciousness chose to leave this universe, and the Creator knew that it could not fit itself all into that flying oblate container, and now it seemed to have an idea of size, that it was infinitely large, and that the oblate flying container was infinitely small.

And then the creator went on to look for a place of darkness and silence, and its job was to create in that environment, wasn't it?

As for how to maintain it after creation and the chaos caused by the imbalance of energy, it doesn't care, they have many companions, and there are experts in this field who are responsible for many parts, and some of the work does not even have the vocabulary to describe.

The little speck of dust that has been separated will then come back with all the experiences it has experienced, and the Creator will be connected in its dreams.

。。。。。

The pilot was startled, looking at the "person" who suddenly appeared in his aircraft and was the same as himself.

In the cockpit, there is also a robot with a big round head, a metal shell that looks shiny, and a disproportionately slender arm and long legs, it is called Two.

One is a gray-green body, slender limbs, a head a bit like an irregular inverted triangle, no hair, disproportionately large round eyes, the lower the chin, the smaller the mouth, of course, it does not speak, the vocal cords have degenerated, it only uses the head to transmit thinking information. Big eyes are windows to the soul.

This peculiar appearance does not prevent it from becoming a super-intelligent high-level creature.

The pirated copy that touched it couldn't hide its excitement, and she looked around curiously in the cockpit and said, "I'm three." ”

One asked suspiciously, "Are you the creator?" Is that cosmic being that I was connected to just now? ”

"No, I'm one-two-three." Three insisted, since there are two of one, there are naturally three.

The three continued to look with great interest at the control panel that occupied the entire wall in the cockpit, as well as the large display screen that occupied two-thirds of the wall hanging on the wall, and could see countless stars outside shining from the dust nebula, spinning and giving birth, radiating brilliant and dazzling light......