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That one about Creation and Gods

His brother was always creating in his study. He always knew where to find him. When he doesn't see or hear from him in more than two cycles, he knows something new is coming.

It had been ten cycles since he last saw him.

He poured a drink for both of them, filled his brother's to the brim since he probably hasn't eaten anything in a while, then went to his study, and he was there.

"Bro?"

His brother stuck his hand out from under the pile of papers, looking disheveled as ever.

"You know how long it's been since you got out?"

His brother stuck his head back into the pile and continued muttering. He carefully walked through the maze of papers and vails on the floor. He stood next to his brother to see what he was doing. He smiled as he realized.

"You're trying to recreate consciousness?"

"Yep," his brother said, "Final project of the God dissertation. Can I do some work now?"

"No," he said, "You're going to take a walk with me,"

"But, brother"

"No, I said. Trust me, I've created more things than you, and I know what I'm talking about. Now get yourself up and make yourself presentable,"

His brother sighed. He waited outside the room, still holding the drinks, while he waited for his brother to get ready. He came out looking like a decent person.

He took the cup from his hands and took a sip.

"Let's get over this,"

They got out of his study, out of his house. The older brother started creating the path they were walking on as they went. They were filled with his younger's creations. Green trees, birds, blue skies.

"You know," the older one said, "Once one of us creates something, all of us know how to make it. We're all connected in a way,"

"I know," said the younger,

"So when you lock yourself in for 10 cycles, stress gets distributed. But it's alright," he added in the end, "It's graduation season, so you're not the only one doing it. I remember when I did it, none of you could sleep the whole time,"

"Of course, we couldn't," said the youngest, "You were the first to replicate us,"

The older one added wind to their walk, a slight breeze to ruffle the leaves that were now infinite shades of red.

"You know," said the older one, "When I was your age, I used to compare myself to dad a lot,"

"You did?"

"Yes, but you were too young to remember. I would try to one-up the man in everything he did so I could stand out. I was a stupid kid. It took me many, many cycles to realize I just can't do that. He's just good at what he does,"

"So, what did you do?"

"I branched out," said the older, "In my graduation dissertation while everyone was trying to one-up my dad. I decided to one-up myself,"

"Literally,"

"Yes,"

The older one created a bench.

"Let's sit," he said,

The rustle of the wind and the singing birds made it calmer.

"Creation is a fickle thing, lil bro. The process is daunting even for us. Each of us up here has knowledge of billions of trillions of life forms, it'd be a waste to try not to do something with it,"

The older closed his eyes and leaned back on the bench.

"Listen to all of this," he said, "This is what you created. It sounds and looks so beautiful, doesn't it?"

The younger copied his brother's position. He took a deep breath.

"I guess you're right," he said

"So why not make it something more? One up yourself and stop focusing on consciousness. My head is hurting from all the undergrads,"

"One up myself...one up myself,"

The younger one started musing on it. The older could feel a weight clear off his shoulders as the realization was coming to his brother. Then it clicked.

"OH SHIT. I need to go. Sorry but fuck, I need to make this,"

He started running back to the house but stopped halfway, then ran back to his brother and hugged him.

"Thank you. I'm grateful you're my brother. You're the greatest brother to ever be,"

"Alright, now go go,"

He sped back to the house.

"That's a job well done," he said.

He turned to where his brother was sitting,

"He didn't even finish the drink."