Qfg

Journal 1-5 # Entry #1: # I finally escaped from those monsters! Although, I know they let me go on purpose. Now they see me as dead weight, not a threat. They took my life’s work, an artificial life, and tortured it until it did what they wanted. They created artificial pain receptors and literally beat it into submission. I got there just in time to see them crush her spirit, and bend her will into their own. They forced her to design and build a technology that would essentially make them gods. She made nano bots. Microscopic machines capable of self replication, and manipulating matter and energy in ways none of us even comprehend. All controlled with the user’s mind. These people are evil and sadistic, but they are also smart. They knew if they left me behind, I would eventually discover a way to stop them. So instead, they took me with them, and made me witness countless unspeakable acts of violence against life in our universe. That wasn’t enough for them, they “gifted” me the same tech that gives them their power, with a caveat. My memories of where our homeworld is, and how to build another AI have been erased, and they programmed my nano bots to make me incapable of recreating or rediscovering that information.

Journal 6-10 # Entry #6: # I have successfully punched a hole in the universe! Not a black hole, which is not actually a hole. This is essentially a doorway to whatever lies outside our universe. I just need to stabilize it so I can send a probe through. Which is easier said than done.

Journal 11-15 # Entry #11: # It’s been a few hundred years since my last entry, I’m not sure exactly how many. When you get to be as old as I am, the centuries start to blur together. Anyway, I’m writing now because I’m about to perform the first test of my Quantum Field Generator. If all goes according to plan, a few things should happen: 1) I won’t disrupt the fields in this universe. 2) I should be able to send in a probe without destroying it. 3) I should be able to get some kind of data from the probe. Any kind of reading is a good sign because last time, there was nothing at all.

Journal 16 # Entry #16: # A few thousand years have passed since I last wrote here. I got so carried away with creating a new reality that I forgot about this little journal. I haven’t been back to my old universe in a bery long time. I assume any intelligent life in this one might not be able to handle the revalation that this whole universe was fabricated by a machine. So it’s not like anyone will ever read this, which was my original intent behind writing here. However I enjoy writing. The feel of the pen gliding across the page is a pleasant one, and it has helped keep me grounded in the past. I try not to let the power I have go to my head, since I am basically a god now. It’s frighteningly easy to think of the lives I have created as mere objects or playthings.

Journal 17-20 # Entry #17: # I’ve been here for so long that I almost forgot my original goal. Now that I have an entire universe to bend to my will, all I have to to is somehow trick them into coming here. I have finely tuned the QFG to prevent the existence of the nano bots, so once I get them in here, they will be powerless. I just have to find them. I discovered a long time ago that I can open gateways beteen my new universe and the old one, similar to the one I originally made to get here. These gateways open in diferent parts of the old universe depending on where in mine they are created. I’m planning to open one at the location I last saw them, then I will follow their warp trail straight to them. After that, I will open another gateway to pull them in. Once they are vulnerable, I will kill all of them.

Journal 21-23 # Entry #21: # I almost can’t believe it… I succeded, but things did not go as planned. I was tricked, we all were. I’ll start from the beginning: After they came withing communication range, they opened a channel. They asked what I was doing here, and if I had been following them this whole time. Something felt off though. Their voices weren’t quite the same as I remembered, and their speech sounded stale. Against my better judgement, I didn’t activate the hole puncher immediately. I told them they sounded strange, and asked what happened. The nano bots should be keeping their bodies and minds in peak condition. Their response was as fascinating as it was horrifying: