999. Maxima opera, 8
(Rose)
The thing with changing a done fate, or creating life from death, instead of going through the natural and lengthy processes; it’s the differences you need to adjust.
Anima Mundi didn’t have to be concerned about the early stages and consequences of planetary formation. No bombardment, if any moons were to be, they were already there and steady. Although that also means that if there wasn’t much of water or ammonia, she would need to make it herself from the minerals around. It would be heavy.
So she would much likely have chosen a solar system already rich in nitrogen, oxygen and carbon to optimise her efficiency, reducing as much her needs to work on nuclear alchemy. She would have confirmed this from orbit before her descent.
So the planet had most likely plenty enough of everything required to become eventually a gemini of Earth. Only its history turned otherwise and it died or never came to similar life to begin with.
The disrupting dreamer with power altered the course of inherent fate, and paved another path.
The power of intelligence, of a conscious mind, is the ability to design another path for times to come.
With outcomes otherwise utterly impossible if left on their own, and chances to increase the efficiency of things, the speed, along this new destiny.
Demiourgos would wear and consume most of what had been brought, in order to turn the barren world into a new viable environment for varied life. She would chose to give it her all.
The lingering strains of early archaea themselves would have evolved already over time and the brutal environmental changes they had caused themselves.
While over their countless multiplications, they would have gradually lost the early spark of T.I. they had been built with to boost their genesis.
They gradually spread in countless new species relying less and less on T.I. and more and more on traditional chemistry. Until all machines were gone.
Until these eras of global changes dimed to an achieved goal. The winds that had carried the biologically contaminated substrates had changed.
The new bacteria and archaea gradually differentiating by environment and the strains of their changes. The highest stresses forcing them to adapt to, being the gradual loss of their original generation’s rarefying T.I.
Anima’s ichor, spread all over without sparing anything, to incur the changes.
Nightmare’s will might have been more selfless than imagined then. She could have preferred a slower approach, safer for her, even consuming a lot to maintain Al’Arsh as her home overall. But I have the intuition she would prefer this more absolute perspective for the wheel of time. Don’t stay the same and multiply, but die entirely and be reborn.
Willingly consuming all of her throne of power, to change the dead planet into a new earthly world she wouldn’t control. Even though her Monad would still be missing.
Even though Soul would still feel fear, guilt, anger and envy.
Even though in the deepest recesses of her mind, Soul would still shiver in the remembrance of my silhouette in pink glow over the night sky and sea of chaos.
A fading part of her is likely to keep a permanent unease about these memories, like an old god bringing her storm and floods, painful, so many eons ago.
Soul might never know full peace. No matter how much she forgets, nor how long I’ve been dead already. A million years have passed, but there may forever be a pink shade of faded sorrow stinging.
Despite everything, every challenge outside and within, I believe Nightmare’s hypostases will put all their hearts and resources into doing the right thing with a compulsive aim.
Accomplishing ambitious prodigies and wasting nothing to pride or hubris. Maybe only a little to patience and safety.
More than a tower or palace to her hegemony, the changing of the planetary climate will be her triumph and holy achievement. Demiourgos will successfully orchestrate the early creation of a new viable world from humble clay.
It will have exhausted most of Anima’s resources to solidify every possible circle of retroaction globally, insuring a lasting stability equal or better than Earth.
It does mean that Demiourgos’ next works will be to catch up with the later stages of planetary coming of age, which this astral body had missed.
A long diversification through evolution and natural selection. The intelligent mind and designer makes things here manifold faster.
It could spare the infinity of failed attempts from the buzzing life tree trying out everything randomly and keeping what sticks.
It would release a collection of her philosophical pearls, to scatter a more colourful array of yeasts, bacteria, viruses and other archaea, to fill and prosper into the free environment. She wouldn’t be having fun designing everything individually to make an external environment. That’s not her passion yet.
The culture broth would flood the sky at first, and gradually settle to separate into various biomes. Like watercolours mixed together into a muddy brown, over countless washes and patient chromatography on papers would separate into rings of their different pigmented colours.
New lifeforms begin to sprout by the shores. Others in water. Others in dusty deserts.
Everything in the world for them to eat and transform. Other species ready to prosper from the wastes of the previous generation. Autotrophic lives soon booming exponentially. Food chains then starting to appear, then turning to webs with countless retroactive cycles.
Diversity exploding with budding animal and insects lives. In far less time than it took Demiourgos to achieve any of the previous steps, now from its decrepit tower.
Deimourgos like the others wouldn’t die. It’s too important an organ of Anima. Its core structure is likely as sturdy and impervious as the Monad. It’s an atomic scale machinery encased in a diamond like body, nearly indestructible to anything that could ever be on a planet.
It’s powerful, but it would have depleted most of its energy by then.
After a while, its turn to slumber would be nigh.
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The planet of countless landscapes would rapidly begin their more complex chemical assemblies self-propagating and self-organising. Emulsions would foam the lakes and sea shores.
The clouds would become clearer over time.
The new autotrophic species would consume the dusts of the sky and the sands on the grounds, to build their diatom silica skeletons or carbohydrates roots and stems. The colours of the skies gradually cleansed would finally turn to blue.
Photosynthesis could start booming.
Chloroplasts would diversify endlessly, albeit the most cost effective options would dominate the markets. Porphyrins with a magnesium complex would most likely become prevalent rapidly.
The lands and seas would be invaded by these gluttonous mindless lives. Bacteria and yeast would organise into multicellular organisms or growing varieties.
The cobweb of food chains explodes in a multidimensional environment, further so as the colours of the world continue to change.
Plants and mushrooms begin to grow. Species become bigger and multiply. New imbalances between population and resources appear, and inexorably reach new meta-equilibriums.
The hunger from these chemical imbalances is endless. Everything dies and reproduces as much as they can, reaching new complexities.
Natural disasters are common and eventually pass. Things return, they differ. Life exists without control.
For the future of Nightmare, perhaps Anima Mundi plans a little more, subtly.
Because if all that is left now are monoliths akin to the lost Monad standing in the middle of their ruins, her existence and will is still far from being done.
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