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He had received the gift awhile ago, he couldn’t remember quite when - it might have been a few days ago, or a few million years. He didn’t pay much attention to time, it was always there, he knew, counting down to some sort of invisible goal, to some sort of end, but he hadn’t bothered to figure out what the end was, or if there was even going to be some wonderful party to celebrate it.
He loved parties, balloons, streamers and confetti, with a big cake to celebrate the occasion, and the older he got the more these parties tended to lend themselves towards being heavily influenced and run by alcohol. The alcohol he found made the parties even more enjoyable. After day dreaming about parties for a bit his attention was drawn back to the toy that first made him think of parties in the first place. The toy had been sitting on a shelf in his study for a number of years, how many years he couldn’t quite remember. Like the date when he first received the gift, the last time he interacted with it was something of a mystery.
It didn’t matter he realized, when he got it, or who got it for him, what did matter was that it was conveniently placed at the end of his book shelf helping to hold up various volumes of history and poetry that he had collected over the years. Without the round globe filled with its murky liquid, his books would have surly ended up on the floor by now, and that would have been quite a mess. The last thing he needed was another nagging from Cecile who was always bothering him to be more neat and tidy.
Sitting down in his leather arm chair, he picked up the toy and slowly turned it over in his hands and watched the water that surround it turn clear from the heat his hands gave off. He did remember that the toy use to be great fun for him. It was a wonderful time killer, and he had fun forming the world inside of it as he pleased, interacting with the humanoids he had created gave him quite a thrill. He would spend hours with the toy, or prolong periods of time anyway - he could never be quite sure, time had been for him always a tricky thing to master, it didn’t matter anyhow.
After awhile he had grown bored with his toy, there had been some interest when his creations started to evolve, and make little tools and inventions. He always did love the worship that his little subjects seem to bestow on him, and he even at some point had the ability to directly interact with them. That had been tricky, and he realized after awhile that the more he seemed to interfere, the crazier these people became, so he steadily backed off and was content for quite awhile to let things run their natural course.
The natural course however, was, frankly boring, there had been times when he had dozed off - and woken up to find things quite a mess. These messes tended to be the fault of people who thought that they had the same power as him, or that they could shape and form his world better then he could. That attitude he found to be quite presumptuous, and it took quite a lot of will power not to just chuck the whole thing in the garbage. To think that they could run the world better then he could! The nerve! Generally these people and their messes were dismissed, other times he had to figure out some way to get them to shut up and not tear his world apart without going down there and directly interfering once again.
In the end it became such a headache that he put his toy down and wandered off to go get some tea or to read a good book, there was no reason he should get one of his migraines simply because his toy was defective. He would get crabby and Cecile would yell at him because he was in a mood, which would only worsen his mood. It was best, he figured, to leave them alone and to let them sort it out by themselves. He had given them brains and some sort of intellect he reasoned, and therefore they should be smart enough to stop being jackasses. He hoped.
When he picked up the toy today, it was the first time he had touched it in awhile - he thought anyway, and his curiosity was drawn to it once again. Shaking it hard, he looked down on the planet and took a quick inventory from the print out the little globe gave him; he wasn’t sure what to quite make of it. There were killings, violence, a lot of yelling, and general chaos. There were more people then last time he checked, but they hadn’t seemed to get the whole destroying themselves out of their system. Like usual there were people screaming about him and how they knew his plan for them. He wondered idly if he should step in and make speech, to let them know that he didn’t really have a bloody plan.
Why ruin the surprise, he rationalized.
The more he watched, the more agitated he became until he set the sphere down and started to rummage around his desk grumbling under his breath. When he couldn’t find what he was looking for, he grabbed the toy and started toward the kitchen. “Cecile, darling, do you know where I put the slip for this build your own plant thing? It’s just a complete mess, my earth is doing terrible - I think I want to return it for a newer model.”