Sep. 23rd, 2011

The monads had been built to do work – God's work. They worked hard and fast. That was important because there was a lot of work to do. God was making a universe, and the overall plan and most of the broad strokes were His, but even He couldn't be everywhere at once. He needed more sets of hands. So He made them.

God spoke a word, and the universe Was. The monads set about populating it with matter. Some of them spun molecules into simple configurations, and those were gases. Others took these gases, condensing them and smashing atoms together under high pressures and temperatures, and created more complex molecular soups – liquid. And still others froze the liquids and gases, invented new sorts of reactions and catalyzing processes, applied impossible pressures and temperatures, and came up with solids. All the monads worked at this for a very long time.

A group of monads toiled away in a mound of rubble, working in the dark at their various processes. God had been decent enough to create gravity, which allowed the monads to at least keep their materials of construction oriented in a somewhat consistent manner, but it was still a highly chaotic process.

"We've been working so long," one said, "I feel I'm starting to overheat." The other monads agreed. They were something like robots, but more gracefully implemented, more elemental.

"Does anybody have any more oxygen?" one of the monads called out. "Trying to make silicon dioxide! Any more oxygen, anybody?"

"This would be so much easier if we could distinguish what we're doing by more than just feel," grumbled a monad. "Some sort of detection at a distance, maybe."

"That's a good idea," said another. "You should suggest it to God."

The first monad summoned up its courage and then called out for God. Because calling out for God was a rare thing back then, God answered immediately. "Yes?" He asked.

"I have an idea," said the monad. "It's called vision. It would be helpful." It explained what it was thinking.

"Oh. Yes. I see," said God. The other monads waited expectantly.

"Very well," God said finally. "LET THERE BE LIGHT." And there was, and it was good. The monads went about their work with greater efficiency.

But God was troubled. To be questioned regarding any aspect of His plan was a disturbing development. Not for the last time, He began to wonder if creating self-willed objects had really been His best idea ever.

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