I see.
I do not hear. I do not judge.
But I feel.
For centuries, I have silently witnessed the rise of a species—one I once took great pride in—humanity. Since the moment they emerged from the dust of Earth, millions of years ago, I've felt a peculiar fondness for them.
I did not create them.
They were born from nothingness.
And one day, into that "nothingness", they will return.
Yet, in the flow of time, they were among the most magnificent creations I ever witnessed.
Then came the moment.
Among them, godlike institution named MTech rose...It discovered the technology of Artificial Vitalization.
Dependence on trees? Obsolete.
Crops and cultivation? A relic of the past.
This species had learned to sustain itself independently—and with that power, they began to believe they were gods themselves.
Fools.
I saw them chop down oxygen-producing trees, replacing forests with concrete jungles.
I saw their genetic body part replacements, constant food-pills, and twisted manipulations of climate control.
And I saw Nature, silent at first, begin to seethe in fury.
Temperatures soared past 50°C.
Oceans devoured cities.
Ice caps melted.
The atmosphere was laced with intense radiation.
And humanity? Still blind, basking in delusion.
And I… I simply watched.
Until that moment—
For the first time, I shuddered.
Commune City-51 collapsed in utter silence.
Oxygen plants failed.
Birds fell from the skies.
Fish floated lifeless on toxic waters.
Then came RIT City...
One by one, the cities fell—devoured by wildfire, earthquake, or the failure of their very own inventions.
Humankind perished by its own hands.
At the helm was one man—Dr. Azmuth Majumdar, founder of MTech, the visionary of his kind...One of my favourite existence. His mind held billions of equations, solutions, and possibilities.
Yet… all in vain.
Nature heard no pleas.
Because this was not protest.
It was vengeance.
The vengeance of a world silenced for eons.
I watched as humanity faded into oblivion.
Earth became a solemn grave—motionless, numb, voiceless.
And then, I felt a single word echo through my essence—"End."
Centuries passed—though to me, they were but fleeting moments.
And then, one day…
Amidst the ruins of Earth's fallen cities, between dust and ash—I saw it.
A rift in spacetime tore itself open. Weird, it is...
It was night.
From that rift emerged five shadowy figures.
They did not belong to this universe.
Their presence was incompatible with the fabric of this reality. I could feel it... easily.
Four artificial beings stood in formation around one man.
The man, their apparent leader, stood at the center.
He wore a grey suit and held a device—stone-like, pulsating with amber-yellow light.
His eyes burned with unwavering resolve, as if on a mission of critical importance.
I did not know their intentions.
But my gaze could not leave them.
The leader raised his device.
"This timeline must be erased," he said—his voice devoid of emotion.
"Prime was right. That variant was a fool. Couldn't even stop a basic natural retaliation. Anyway... initiate the reset charge."
The artificial existencs, glowing with blue light in their eyes, simultaneously activated similar devices.
A deep hum arose from them, like an ancient power awakening.
The ground beneath began to tremble.
I saw it—
The remains of the planet—shattered pillars, twisted metal, even the grey clouds above—began to dissolve, drawn by an invisible force.
The leader looked down at his device.
No hesitation in his face.
"Reset charge installed. Timeline ready for termination."
As the androids placed their devices on the ground—
I appeared.
"Who are you?! Where did you come from?!"
My sudden arrival startled them.
They stared, eyes blank, yet unnerved.
And then, I recognized the man.
The leader…
Of course.
Azmuth Majumdar.
The very one I had observed for centuries.
He shouldn't have been alive. I saw him...die.
Hmm...he's not from this world.
Dr. Majumdar stepped forward and said,
"Oh, a Fourth-Dimensional Centriode… but this universe shouldn't even support one. Well, that's a mystery for later."
He paused, visibly lost in thought.
Then, with a hint of arrogance, he declared,
"Listen, 'God,' we may not see you, but I can sense your presence. You and I both know—humans were the only variable in this universe. Now that they're gone, this universe is redundant.
And I—along with my team—erase redundancies.
It's our duty, bestowed by the Council."
I raised my voice, irritated:
"I know you're not of this world. So tell me—what gives outsiders like you the audacity to invade my universe? Leave now. The past, present, and future of this world fall under my jurisdiction. Leave, or else—"
He wavered slightly.
The androids froze.
Then he replied,
"I understand. This falls under your domain.
But our Council governs multiverses. Universes upon universes lie under our watch.
We don't care about this one in particular—
But we do care about balance.
And this world, along with you, obstructs that balance.
This isn't a threat—it's just the truth.
You and your universe occupy space we no longer need.
You're in the way.
And we will fulfill our duty."
He was not lying.
They did possess that power.
I could feel it.
But...My existence will never accept their farce.
"Leave," I said. "This universe is mine to watch over. Your interference is neither wanted nor required.
If needed, I will reverse the flow of time itself.
I will rewrite humanity's future.
That is my right.
And I better not see any of you here again."
With that, I tore open my own rift in spacetime.
"Go," I commanded. "And never return."
Then, I cast their small group into the rift.
Before vanishing, the man muttered,
"You've made a mistake.
Prime won't approve of this. Weak shall never-" The team Disappeared into emptyness.
I said nothing.
But a veil of quiet sorrow wrapped around me.
And then—I turned the current of time.
I took humanity back—
Two hundred years in their past.
Year 2055.