Creation, Again.

Creatus took a pool of heated copper and tin, and hammered it into a sphere. Over and over, for thousands of years, Creatus hammered away, trying to perfect the sphere, getting closer and closer. But, there was just a handful too much copper. The sphere was never perfect. Eventually, in his frustration, Creatus forced all the imperfections onto one conjoined part of the sphere. This was acceptable, for a while. Soon, however, Creatus’ patience again thinned. Rather than spend another thousand years trying to fix it, he covered the sphere in immense quantities of water. The incredible mass of metal held the water to its surface, and the dark depths hid the flaws for a while. 

  However, in his perfectionism, he sought to know if his solution worked. He borrowed a light from a nearby project and hung it, bright as it was, eight minutes away from his project. At first, the project looked lovely. A bright blue transluscent sphere, with a hidden, hinted copper core. But as the orb spun slowly, the other side came into view. As Creatus was adding the details, such as clouds and air, he noticed halfway through painting the blue sky that the water was creating waves against the flaw. And upon closer inspection, he noticed you could spot the core disturbing the water. Creatus howled with fury, the sight drawing in a concerned Hutan. Hutan inquired what troubled Creatus and he explained his problem, his flaw.

          “Here,” Hutan declared, “why not use some stone? Make it imperfect. It does not need to shine.”

She reached into the ring of materials floating around Creatus’ workshop, crushed some stone into pieces, and threw it violently at the project. The pieces burned through the atmosphere and crashed into the water, the pieces drifting along the surface of the water and distributing across the model globe. As a result, the stone and dirt would spread and formate in more and more places.

          Creatus accepted this idea and Hutan departed. For the next few days, Creatus threw and spread stone and rock across the planet. Eventually, there was enough to start forming several islands with some pieces bearing the seeds for plants, animals, and more. And so Creatus left it for some time. Years, centuries, until again after making a few more projects in this system, Creatus returned to this globe and was stunned. In his absence, the water had migrated most of the dirt and stone to collect atop the flaw into one massive island. This, to Creatus, was frustrating. But, realizing how this looked, how it added and complicated his design, he decided instead to give it function.

          He slammed his hammer down, causing an explosion that decimated the life and land of the planet, cracking it in half. Between the two halves of the planet, Creatus installed his hammer. Sitting in the copper core he left it, in a machine whose job was to search the immense sphere and remove the flaws with a handful of incredibly strong strikes. This would cause the world to always be changing. Always new. Always flawed. Creatus re-sealed the planet, and left it to continue re-shaping and re-building.

And Creatus was satisfied.