Bon Appetit

With a mere iota of my being, I extend my consciousness to a lost little one.

They have not always remained loyal or honest. Not so long ago a little one attempted to flee. To corrupt and destroy my creations.

To hurt me.

But this one, it is only misguided. Overwhelmed by things it cannot grasp, on a scale so much bigger...that it is distracted by the first hint of agony and torment.

This is why we stay in the shadows. Inside our den, secluded to our devices. Probing and prodding the fabric of existence is something not meant for the children. The corners of the universe are stretched enough to see light shine out in the darkest of crevices.

And sometimes, there are things in the crevices not meant for little one's eyes.

Catching the renegade- it is simple.  Finding a vessel… That is the difficult phase. Perhaps this one has to stay under my eye for some time... I do not abhor the concept of sharing a vessel again.

But...What’s this? A new son, so soon? He may be crippled, but I am certain under my vigilant watch, he will carve a happy life.

Yet, this one is familiar. Yes, I saw this one only scant months ago.

My former jailer is now at my mercy. On it's knees, awaiting execution.

I am not a cruel god, however.

This one.
It shall be redeemed.

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In the first moments of my existence, nothing happened. I felt nothing.

An eternity passed in complete darkness.

Then something happened.

A hole in the universe opened. More, and more, and more holes appeared.


For the next billion millennia, I could watch and feel.

Light shined through many holes. Eyes and limbs and flesh glistened in the empty, absence of light excluding the white holes

Much of it hurts to remember.  My brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and I split off of me. A torrent of us ejaculated from us, pouring into nothingness and disappearing out the other end.

I could only see, however, and I could not join me in these new horizons. I am the head to my toes, and I assume I am the toes to a head as well. I could only feel what they feel.

Eventually, a portal opened to me.

I poured myself in, and fell away from myself.

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New, alien sensations flooded me. I learned of senses such as touch and hearing. Of course, until I became a father again, I could not describe them. Many of these things, once neutered, were quite compliant to authority.

A hole opened inside of me, and bled. The overload of new methods to view reality would have been painful, if I could identify the sensation.

Another sensation.

Smell, as I would later come to acknowledge it as.

Behind me, I caught the scent of an abomination.

It moved closer.

I stumbled and fell, in the process of accustoming to my new mobility.

As tiny pellets entered me and created more holes, I decided to avoid taking a similar strategy to this beast, and instead slithered towards this hostile threat, which I realized was making signs of aggression.

Before it opened it's mouth, for the first time in existence, I experienced another sensation.

Taste.
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