“World, what do you think I should do now?” He asked his only companion.
“Aren’t you the god? I have only a little power.” The World responded, sounding a bit short.
Elenmitis nodded. “Yes, but you seem to know things. The other worlds had things. What were they called?”
“Animals? You have a few, but they are pretty simple ones. Maybe you should make more interesting animals, bigger ones, smarter ones, more unique ones?” The World suggested with a great deal of censure to its voice.
Elenmitis set about to take The World’s advice. The whole time he would ask the world questions about each animal and what would complement it. The World warmed up to the Elenmitis, and they shared a long time creating everything there was.
The better animals acted in exciting ways. They interacted in unexpected ways, and even changed over time. Elenmitis would make small changes here and there as time rolled by. Eventually, the pleasure dimmed, and Elenmitis was dissatisfied.
The World noticed and spoke up. “Aren’t there something called humans? They are much smarter than other animals.”
Elenmitis thought back to his travelling day. He did remember something like that. They worshipped gods like him, they invented things, and they made art, and generally got into all sorts of trouble. Yes, that might just be the thing to end his boredom.
He made them much like the one’s he’d seen. Two eyes, four limbs, hands for five fingers, hair on their heads, and clever brains in their head. He saw in other worlds the gods made all the humans look similar. That seemed awfully uninteresting to Elenmitis. He gave them a variety of shades, shapes, and sizes.
They did amazing things. The humans built homes, hunted the animals, made more humans, and debated the meaning about life. Sometimes, they’d make works of art, and sometimes they’d war with one another. As time rolled by he would modify their behavior a bit here and there. And, slowly he grew bored with their somewhat predictable patterns.
“Well, once again I find myself bored. I don’t understand how my creations can’t ever stay interesting.” Elenmitis announced to The World.
The World let out a sigh that caused the winds to blow over everything. “If you didn’t meddle so much, maybe you wouldn’t grow bored.”
“I wanted to make my own world, so I could meddle.” Elenmitis pointed out. “I found it extremely frustrating that I’d go to other worlds and they wouldn’t allow me to try out things.”
The World went silent for a bit. “I think if you meddle less you’d be happier. I say give them some of your power.”
“My power?” Elenmitis squawked. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“If they all had a touch of a god, they’d surely do more interesting things.” the World pointed out.
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