Great Hites November Creation # 3

This week we Bring you a Creation story By: Mick Bordet

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The Hidden Planet
By: Mick Bordet

It started, as so many things do, on a Thursday. They had never worked out well for Heebey, not since he was a sparkling twinkle of quarks, tucked away in the darkest, most remote part of the infinite expanse between dimensions that was occupied by his family. Most weekdays had something to offer; Monday had its fresh start to the week, Wednesday its comfortable position right in the middle with stuff done but scope remaining to do more and Friday, wonderful Friday, tied the week up in a perfect parcel ready to be posted prior to the hedonistic abandon of the weekend. Thursdays were just a pain in the pan-dimensional backside of existence, with a stack of work remaining and insufficient time to plan anything new, not even anything as mundane as imploding a solar system.
So it was, then, that on this particular Thursday, Heebey rebelled. He'd never even considered such a thing in all of his 2.7 billion years of existence, it just wasn't something he did. Ever the obedient child, his life so far had consisted of falling in with the wishes of his parents. They had all told him that his place in the multiversal planes was important, yet had never let him do anything more interesting than his regular weekly chores of black hole maintenance, repairing rips in the space-time continuum and, all too often, tidying up after supernovae. He longed for the weekends when he could let rip with his friends in their sandbox universe, creating and destroying in equal measure, but always with the imposed restriction of it being lifeless; not so much as a solitary single-celled organism was allowed in their little collection of galaxies. The thought of creating and shaping life, real warts and all, dirty, dangerous life, was always in his mind. He would watch, fascinated, as his fathers would tear planets apart in their wrath at warring worlds or as his mothers spent millennia mixing genetic structures to mould interesting and exotic new lifeforms that could live within the galaxies they had fashioned painstakingly over billions of years.
He had taken care to complete all his tasks early, so that by mid-afternoon he was ready to begin. There was no way that he would be able to create an entire new universe himself. Not only would it take too long, but he doubted in his own ability to hide it from his parents. If he was going to go against everything he had been instructed, it would have to be on a small scale, he knew. At least his years of universe maintenance would come into practical use, as he knew straight away where he could hide his creation.
For the last two millennia, he and his best friend, Yerkus, had been experimenting with wormholes in their own play-universe. They mainly used them in conjunction with the gravity well of a black hole for firing planets across the universe in a game of celestial shove-ha'penny, but Heebey knew they could be put to other uses. He was going to build his new world inside a wormhole and then hide that within one of the bigger asteroid fields within Universe 2783. The thought of hiding it right under the nose of Father Torbern's favourite universe was particularly appealing. It was his decree that prevented Heebey from dabbling in life for another billion years, so getting one over on him was going to be an extra delight.
It took only a few minutes to fashion a suitable hidden wormhole amongst the asteroids, then it was time to begin.
He had built planets before, of course, but the sandbox-universe had so many limitations built in to it. This wasn't the time for such restrictions, he thought, this was the time for unbound creativity. So his first, well-considered action was to make his new world a tetrahedron.
“Quite honestly”, he said to himself, “if I never see another damn ellipsoid again it will be too soon. Besides, triangles rock!”
He had considered the effect this would have on his creation, but the idea of irregular gravity across the planet, along with the relative inaccessibility of each of the surfaces from the other, just made him giggle with anticipation at the mere thought of the effects on the future inhabitants. Each apex would become some sort of sacred no-man's land, he thought, with people afraid to approach for fear of floating off into space as they became lighter and lighter and the air thinner, the closer they were. Depending on where on the surface the inhabitants lived, they would be stronger or more agile according to the gravitational forces, he reckoned. He couldn't wait to let a few millions of years of evolution pass to be able to pit centre-dwellers with edge-dwellers and see which came out best in a fight.
It also struck him that by having four surfaces, he would be able to populate each one entirely differently to see how they developed over time. Thus, he covered one face of the planet entirely in a fine sand, another in water, the third in hard volcanic mountains and the final one in bubble-wrap.
Flora on each surface would have to be designed to stand a chance of survival in these unique habitats, he was quite sure. He populated the oceanic plane with algaes, corals and simple seaweeds, whilst the desert plane became home to hardly lichens, small, resilient cacti and underground tubers. He produced a range of heat-resistant trees for the volcanic surface, with rock-hard seeds capable of drifting for miles on the thermals generated from the volcanoes and hot springs. Finally, for the bubbled plane Heebey created mosses that would embed themselves in the valleys between the bubbles and flowers with rubber seedpods that would bounce across the surface, spreading a rainbow of colours across the gently undulating moors and meadows.
By the time all these forms of vegetation were complete, it was getting late and Heebey heard two of his mothers calling him in for dinner. He stood back and surveyed his creation for a couple of minutes before ensuring the wormhole was well-screened by asteroids, then running home to eat, satisfied with his afternoon's work and looking forward to what would surely be the best part: stocking his world with the strangest creatures he could imagine.
Things don't always run according to plan.
Heebey's wormhole collapsed that night, he never had quite mastered the method of keeping them stable, and the strange little planet was sent hurtling across the universe to come to a halt within a solar system billions of light-years away. Thus it grew at its own pace, unaffected by the powers that had first created it, evolving on its own terms until the day came, four billion years later, that it was finally rediscovered, by a reckless teenager called Heebey.