̶W̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶p̶a̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶e̶n̶e̶r̶g̶y̶ ̶ ETT (1/?)

Alain awoke alongside Eloise, Emilie, Jean and Ludovic.

He absently put away the demonic creature sucking nutriment to his body and left the WorldsEnergy's building.

His 5 years-service-obligation was done.

He turned 20 this year. It had been so long it seemed a dream.

He just experimented a middle-ages changed by energie.

They need culture as they said.

He called himself Alain caused they said so. There weren't much feelings to this surname

Allar-an-desiot contracted in Alain. It means "Desiot is my sun".

They didn't like the longness.

Understandable.

His life condition had been improved. He didn't really know his feeling about that.

His people didn't know the truth, but they did. Just insignifiant being in he largness of time. They felicited themselves in capturing imaginary worlds, creating energy, and pray the Author.

They already by their existence completed their life's mission: be a safeguard for those who progress depassed their. If such worlds-layer destroyed themselves, they would start from they again to ever manage the Black-hole civilization.

In the deepless world-layers, humans apparently leave place to animals.

Shameful and idiotic. Nothing could be said about that.

Yet they finished his world and took energy.

It was like having a revelation.

They did so for the universe to stop growing. So that it never reach its peak, they put a barrier where matiere didn't know.

Waiting for death - some would eventually broke it and die, surely in the endless ages that would follow, where nothing more could be created.

Fortunately, the second law of the Globalium partially surpassed the first one. The half-God-like being made dreams that were like his world.

Then they scavanged their world for the few energy - barely nothing, less than an apple, but by billions of years such expedition had more than tripled the place. So they thought they could take some native with them.

And here he was.