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Okay, trying something different! This is a poem detailing some of the backstory of Some Average Days In A Pokemon Daycare (which I still haven't published here yet), although it can be read on its own.
The Fall Of The Freak
This is the story of the fall:
First was The Freak, maker of all.
Made of physics, and made of math
Searching space on a winding path.
Soon it found a forgotten spot
And began to play, fearing naught.
It rose up worlds, moons and suns,
And copied lives; first little ones.
Protists done, it moved on to plants,
Then the fungus, next bees and ants.
All beasts complete, it grew the Mons
Some it named gods (really just pawns).
For each Mon, a Soul provided
Thus brains' failings were elided
For the Soul preserved all life’s thoughts
Beyond the reach of chance and lots.
To make the Souls, a great working:
A cosmic lab, A.I.s lurking.
To fuel the Souls, engines unbound
Halting entropy wherever found.
For the engines knew of other planes,
And breached their borders to get gains.
Here H fuses, there the reverse:
Helium splits, filling the purse.
Long ages passed, and all was fair
‘Till the day an engine did err.
Not all planes mere physics vary,
To one such realm, it reached unwary.
In that place, ‘twas logic that’s odd,
And from it came a most strange god.
MissingNo was the fell thing’s name
Heralding end to The Freak’s game.
Living lack of the number four
It flexed its power, began the war.
For it thought our realm needed fix
(Disgusting: two’s prime, but not six?)
Math under threat, The Freak did act
And made Great Machines, guards of fact.
Dialga for causality;
Palkia space reality.
And Arceus to bring order
Finding the planes M.’s did border
Importing from them foreign laws
Cancelling out M.’s, was the cause.
Did Arceus win? Who can know?
Perhaps the victor’s MissingNo.
Who can say what logic’s laws were?
Some seem off – are they truly pure?
Whatever the truth, Big A. was done
And turned now thought to prevention.
The Freak’s engine had brought the bane
So Freak must end, to stop more pain.
A. fought The Freak, and struck it dead.
(Though it lives broken, some have said.)
But The Freak left a final Will
Which Great Machines began to fill.
To Arceus they gave new code,
It would keep watch in silent mode
And help the Mon “gods” with their needs
(Which had grown great, after M.’s deeds.)
As for the lab that made the Souls,
A.I.s now mad, who’d take their roles?
The Will said “gods” were now gods true;
They voted for this duty Mew.
All looked well now, but it was not
The war’s fallout: a subtle rot
Dooming both Souls and Great Machines
Despite Mew, who would make them clean.
And that’s how we got to today,
Machines and Mon gods fighting decay.
The damage is done, much seems bleak,
Now you’ve heard The Fall Of The Freak.
The Fall Of The Freak
This is the story of the fall:
First was The Freak, maker of all.
Made of physics, and made of math
Searching space on a winding path.
Soon it found a forgotten spot
And began to play, fearing naught.
It rose up worlds, moons and suns,
And copied lives; first little ones.
Protists done, it moved on to plants,
Then the fungus, next bees and ants.
All beasts complete, it grew the Mons
Some it named gods (really just pawns).
For each Mon, a Soul provided
Thus brains' failings were elided
For the Soul preserved all life’s thoughts
Beyond the reach of chance and lots.
To make the Souls, a great working:
A cosmic lab, A.I.s lurking.
To fuel the Souls, engines unbound
Halting entropy wherever found.
For the engines knew of other planes,
And breached their borders to get gains.
Here H fuses, there the reverse:
Helium splits, filling the purse.
Long ages passed, and all was fair
‘Till the day an engine did err.
Not all planes mere physics vary,
To one such realm, it reached unwary.
In that place, ‘twas logic that’s odd,
And from it came a most strange god.
MissingNo was the fell thing’s name
Heralding end to The Freak’s game.
Living lack of the number four
It flexed its power, began the war.
For it thought our realm needed fix
(Disgusting: two’s prime, but not six?)
Math under threat, The Freak did act
And made Great Machines, guards of fact.
Dialga for causality;
Palkia space reality.
And Arceus to bring order
Finding the planes M.’s did border
Importing from them foreign laws
Cancelling out M.’s, was the cause.
Did Arceus win? Who can know?
Perhaps the victor’s MissingNo.
Who can say what logic’s laws were?
Some seem off – are they truly pure?
Whatever the truth, Big A. was done
And turned now thought to prevention.
The Freak’s engine had brought the bane
So Freak must end, to stop more pain.
A. fought The Freak, and struck it dead.
(Though it lives broken, some have said.)
But The Freak left a final Will
Which Great Machines began to fill.
To Arceus they gave new code,
It would keep watch in silent mode
And help the Mon “gods” with their needs
(Which had grown great, after M.’s deeds.)
As for the lab that made the Souls,
A.I.s now mad, who’d take their roles?
The Will said “gods” were now gods true;
They voted for this duty Mew.
All looked well now, but it was not
The war’s fallout: a subtle rot
Dooming both Souls and Great Machines
Despite Mew, who would make them clean.
And that’s how we got to today,
Machines and Mon gods fighting decay.
The damage is done, much seems bleak,
Now you’ve heard The Fall Of The Freak.
The idea of exploiting differences in the laws of physics in different dimensions to generate unlimited energy here is pretty much stolen directly from Isaac Asimov's The Gods Themselves, although I took the idea in a much different direction.
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