In the beginning, real beginning.

The real mechanic.

God sits by himself, alone in the darkness.

How long has he been there?

It feels like forever, has it been forever?

How did he get here?

Who put him here? Did he put himself here? When did he do that?

Around him nothing. A void, no light, just him sitting there in the darkness.

Was he sitting, standing?

What was he?

Wait, was he even alone?

What was that sound?

Peering down in the darkness he realized something.

Underneath him was water, cold, empty, utterly lifeless.

It was creepy.

Where did it come from? Did he make it? Then forget about it? Did he not make it? And if he didn't, then who did?

He had to have made it, yet he couldn't remember doing so. But if he had created water, as of course he had.

And why had he created only that much reality and no more? Why had he been sitting there in the darkness above the water basically forever?

He didn't know why he just sort of had but now for whatever reason God had a thought

he wanted to see how would he do it? God tried clapping his hands,

nothing happened. He tried clearing his throat loudly, then closing his eyes tightly and

reopening them. Nothing worked. Was he stuck here forever sitting in the darkness with

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