I Want to be a God

Michael knew now that deep down, he actually wanted to be a God. Not just any God, and he certainly did not want to be the Biblical God, who had left his creation to rot.

If he was a God, he would have never abandoned his creation. His children. He would be around, and he would guide them towards his grand design. His vision.

While it did come as a surprise to Michael that God exists, it did not make him a believer. As a matter of fact, he should not become a believer of another God or god.

There seemed to be a great different between those two words.

Capital God were far more powerful than normal gods, as they drawled their divinity and power from a different source. Gods – the lowercased ones – were more commonly called divine beings.

Even simple immortals being were called gods by lesser beings, such as mortals. Humans for example.

Michael was still mortal, but he understood that everyone had to start somewhere. Many Gods were mortals at the start, and they only became Gods with the help of others. Others like Deus, who wasn't a God.

Deus was something else entirely.

If Michael had to guess, Deus would be known as a Primordial being or equivalent. His knowledge did not include more than that. He simply knew that there were more to the world than meet the eyes.

In any case, none of that really mattered to Michael. What mattered was the landscape before him. It was his creation, and now it had become part of his Domain thanked to Deus. He wondered if he was going to meet Deus again, physically, but that seemed unlikely unless he reached Godhood.

Deus did left Michael all that he needed to know in the form of the apple of knowledge, including the fact that their little wager was still in effect, and if Michael unable to accomplish it, Deus will certainly take his soul.

Yes, souls did exist, and there were exactly zero souls within this realm. Michael did not count as this place was part of his Domain. He should not even be here in physical form, as that was dangerous, for if he died within this place, he would actually be dead.

Good thing that the world wasn't populated by anything dangerous. It wasn't populated by anything, period. Not an even a single animal could be seen anywhere, on land, in the sea or above in the sky.

In the earth itself as well, for insects did not exists despite feeling something stirring in the dirt below.

That was merely simulated, as computers were not powerful enough to emulate everything. This place was no longer within any computer. It now existed as a real place on a real physical plane.

Michael waved his hand, causing a dozen or so holographic windows to manifest right before his very eyes. The gestures were unnecessary, as he could also do it with a mere thought. However, it just feels a lot more natural for him to use his limbs.

Unending amount of information continuously flood the windows, telling Michael everything that was happening in the world. It was in a language that he was most familiar with.

It was not exactly English, as the programming syntax did not really account for grammar. English was for speaking. Programming language were for creating. Big difference.

Since a lot of his macros – basically automatic inputs – did not get transfer over during the transition, Michael would have to write up all new ones. It shouldn't be too difficult since the interface were very advance yet very familiar.

It was designed specifically to his programming style. It felt like the designer knew Michael better than he knew himself. That was saying something.

Michael spend the next couple of hours, programming some macros, all to make his life here more or less easier. He did not go crazy with it as he had far pressing matter to worry about.

That was, his assets folder was completely empty. Not a single asset was transferred over. That wasn't exactly true. They did get transfer over, but not in the form that he could use. It was simply due to the incompatibility. Or maybe, those assets were poorly design.

Michael would need to create those assets from scratch, and he knew, doing so would take him a very long time. Even programming a single asset like a bird would take weeks if not months since he would have to account for every single situation that particular bird would behave within the world.

And that was just one bird.

Michael recalled that there were about 18,000 bird species in the world alone, not counting the ones that had already became extinct.

Surely, the Biblical God did not craft every single one of them. It was probably thanked to the Evolution System, allowing orderly creation to be born from complete chaos. Michael wanted that System, but unfortunately, he did not know how.

Michael tried to see if there was some sort of shops available, but there were none.

While he could program it himself, it will probably take him eons. The stars would all died out before he managed to produce a bugless functional one. That seemed like a bad use of his time when such a system already existed in the real world.

There was no need to reinvent the wheel. Thus, Michael just needed to copy it somehow.

How to do so was the question, and Michael decided to return back to the outside world to see what could be done. No amount of time passed since he entered his own creation, as time was completely within his control.

Michael was practically a God within his creation. Just that there was no one there to behold his vision.

Of course, that could easily be changed, if he had the stomach for it.