I'm Thinking About Creating A Universe

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I'M THINKING ABOUT CREATING A UNIVERSE

by Nicki Benson

I’m thinking of creating a universe.

[Already done that — God.]

Be quiet. I’m blogging.

This universe wouldn’t be a completely fictitious place, but our own world with one crucial difference: the First World War never happened.

The reason that the diplomatic crisis of 1914 didn’t lead to a general European conflict was due to the events of July 30 — 31, when the planet was bombarded with untold trillions of hard black spheres the size of golf balls that resulted in a great deal of damage to buildings but because they fell everywhere at night brought about a relatively low death toll. Nor did the spheres prove to be dangerous after they had landed, quickly decaying into a formless sludge that dissolved upon contact with water.

It was soon established that this was not a natural occurrence. The greatest concentrations of spheres had fallen on the most populous cities. Land under cultivation had received no more than a light dusting. Ocean-going ships reported seeing none at all. Whether the bombardment was a warning from heaven or the prelude to an invasion from Mars, there could be no doubt that it had been a deliberate act.

The immediate result was most keenly felt in Germany, where Chancellor Bethmann Hollweg had already decided for war upon the advice of his Chief of Staff Helmuth von Moltke. This decision was now rescinded. Within days the ambassadors from each of the Great Powers had gathered around the conference table with one remit in mind: peace in our time.

[A more comprehensive account of the diplomatic situation will be provided if and when the rules of this universe are codified.]

But although the spheres had released no poison gas or spores, they were not completely inert. Unknown to anyone, they had contained nanobots. These molecule-sized machines went to work in two different ways.

1

They altered the DNA of certain strains of pine tree, creating a variety that would become known as ‘sylvestris’. Its timber proved so durable — when treated with a resin that its cones provided — that it became the standard material for any kind of building. It also burned with a thermal efficiency so high that over the course of the next fifty years or so it made fossil fuels obsolete. Not only that, but the trees could tolerate just about any soils or climatic conditions. The world found it had a clean, sustainable resource that would forever change its economic and social development.

2

The nanobots also altered the DNA of some human beings. It took decades for the mutations to be recognised and classified, but in the end nine were identified. They were given names corresponding to the nine muses of Greek mythology.

[This is partly because of their appearance, of which more later.]

A muse mutation is female. She is not possessed of superhuman abilities, but nevertheless exhibits extraordinary talents. She is determined, persuasive and shares with her ‘fellow’ muses an understanding that seems to verge on the telepathic. She is respected but at the same time she is feared.

Yet the mutation is not evident at birth. It occurs at or just after puberty, affecting between 5 and 10% of the population. The onset is sudden and traumatic — blurred vision, high temperature and an itching sensation — and takes around thirty-six hours to run its course. Depending upon which part of the world the transformation happens in, and not which ethnic group to which they may belong, the mutant will become physically indistinguishable from the other muses in that area.

And here’s the tg element (drum roll!). The nanobots don’t care what gender you are, as long as you satisfy their genetic requirements. As many boys as girls become muses.

So what’s their agenda? Simply that the planet and its people are being terraformed — if that’s the right word to use for an extra-terrestrial intervention. Because a muse’s children are muses from birth, and eventually they’ll replace homo sapiens. What happens after that isn’t for me to say.

STIPULATIONS
I’ve never created a universe before, and I don’t intend to place any restrictions on this one. If I’m any judge of tg fiction it won’t appeal to all that many writers, so the last thing I want to do is put off anyone who’s genuinely interested in exploring what the world might have been like had sense prevailed in 1914. No Hitler, no holocaust and maybe no atomic weapons — but no computers or mobile phones either?

What I’d like at this stage are suggestions. If it won’t work then tell me. If it needs refining then tell me how. You never know, you could be credited as a co-creator.

One more thing. Despite the picture I uploaded for the heading, the muses won’t all be white.

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