He could only watch…

…and watch…

…watch as everything that his creation housed lived…

…breathed…

…fought…

…hated…

…be torn asunder…

…and watch them die, one by one.

World after world was fought over, the factions – both major and minor – vying for territory or fighting just to survive.

And all that He could do was simply watch it all unfold…

…think of how one scenario could have unfolded in a different way…

…wonder how an event could have been different had that one individual managed to duck beneath a claw scything in…

…pondered if there will ever be an end to this war without having to resort to simply wiping everything out with a single input, to delete everything that was initially stored here…

A tired sigh would come out as He put a hand to his face, covering most of it as well as one eye, the uncovered one continuing to gaze at the multitude of screens that shown various events unfolding, from parties held in extravagant cities to birds-eye views of active battlefields.

“If there is life out there…please…find this place and help me purge the taint it contains…” he muttered in a low, barely audible tone that was also in a form of prayer to whichever deity that was listening outside of the creation.

For now, he simply slumped in the seat he rested in, hand lowering back down, continuing to gaze at each of the screens that flickered before him.

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Eh, just a little something random related to the Data Supreme setting that I felt like writing out before I hopped off for the night.