After what seemed like unlimited agony, the sun finally engulfed earth. Burning and singeing everything of humankind, even me. After years of being changed and melded, I simply lost a physical form. I would explain myself as just pure, unadulterated energy.
I somehow found myself at a solar system. It was empty, cold. The only planet with potential was about the 4th planet in orbit. It's radius was about 45,000 miles. The planet was larger than Jupiter. It needed a name.
Novus.
I created life. I started by creating every animal I remembered from earth. Then, humans. I watched at least 3 generations grow and mature. But eventually I grew bored. The sun would not die, I ensured that. I had but one option, to become human again.
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