The Makers

The Idea

The Primus siblings started doing nothing again. The ship was silent except for occasional clangs of metal falling to the ground. After years of not being used, it was almost like the ship started falling apart because it had nothing better to do. In the control room the Primus siblings weren't doing anything just lying around on top of the control table. They didn't really care about the ship falling apart, repairing it wasn't necessary since the ship was designed to be able to function without a lot of the parts. Even though repairing the ship was something to do, they saw it as a waste of time if that was all they were going to do. This time however, things turned out differently.

The Makers just hovered and moped around the Control Room when some of the parts of the ship fell to the floor with a clank. Highly unusual considering the fact that parts don't fall off of the ceiling in the Control Room. That was the only room where they actually "do" something. No one payed any attention to it for quite some time. After a while, another part fell to the floor. None of them did anything, until Galactus decided to float down to those fallen parts and picked them up in both hands. The others saw him and joined him, all looking a bit curious. When they were all on the ground they stared at the two parts in Galactus' hands, all looking like they were in deep thought. Galactus glanced at the two parts, both in separate hands, and then he lifted them both up and moved them slowly towards each other and then connected them. They all gave small gasps of realisation and their eyes widened when the parts were connected. Something seemed to have clicked in their brains that was deactivated for a very, very long time.

"Guys, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Galactus asked with enthusiasm.

"If we cannot find signs of life..." Galactia started enthusiastically.

"... then we should create signs of life!" Galactron finished with excitement in his voice.

"Of course! Why haven't we thought of this sooner?" Galactica asked but didn't really care for an answer.

They flew from the Control Room to the Invention and Creation Room; they never thought that they would ever use it. They all separated from each other and started switching on various screens and pressing random buttons. A planning table appeared, along with a few other tables with gadgets, chemicals, scientific objects and elements, and other futuristic science things that were used on their planet. The Makers flew to the planning table and started talking about designs and basic functions.

"So what are we trying to make exactly?" Galactia asked.

"We are going to make living organisms," Galactica said thinking out loud.

"Living organisms that can be built..." Galactron said starting to write in an alien language on a holographic screen that appeared in the air.

"... since it is basically impossible to make organic life without cloning ourselves," Galactus finished, also adding something to the holographic plan.

"We have to build something, like a robotic being, but not like the Computer. Something with real emotions and thoughts," Galactia said while making calculations on a separate hologram.

"That would be challenging since no one has attempted at creating life without cloning or uhhh..." Galactica stopped. "Well, you know."

"Creating a robotic being with emotions is going to need a very strong power source or good enough fuel since having emotions could put strain on them," Galactus said avoiding the what Galactica said.

"Of course, since they're machines and they don't know about emotions, it could get complicated when feeling too many at once," Galactia agreed, also avoiding the topic.

"Before we can think of fuel or anything else, we must come up with how to actually give them emotions," Galactron pointed out.

"Oooh!" The rest of them sighed.

"Yeah, that is going to be pretty complicated considering that no one has ever made robots with emotions," Galactica agreed putting her hand on her chin.

"The only way of creating emotions is if we somehow put our emotions into the programming," Galactus thought out loud while opening another hologram to make other calculations.

"Even if we can do that, the fuel has to be put into consideration and the parts that must be used that can actually contain the substances. What are we supposed to use to make any of this?" Galactica asked in frustration.

Galactia was in deep thought, floating around the room. Then she snapped her fingers and said, "We have everything on the ship! We literally all just mentioned that we have everything we need before we started this project. Material that the ship can survive without that is strong enough to withstand going lightspeed multiple times,..."

"Fuel that lasts 400 years that can be made from dying stars,..." Galactron added getting the picture.

"Fuel tank material that the ship can survive without which can hold the fuel,..." Galactus also added understanding the concept.

"And our enjoyment which is provided by activities!" Galactica finished, excitement rousing from inside of her.

"That means everything we need is on this ship, so we can actually do this," Galactus said.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get planning!" Galactron said and started tapping on a small device he had on his forearm, which made a dark blue portal appear that made a soothing, whooshing sound. He flew through it and disappeared. Galactus did the same thing and he left the room too. Galactia and Galactica stayed, floating around and pressing and pulling various buttons and switches. Galactia started making lots of complicated calculations and Galactica started designing the building plans.

Hours passed, all four of them were very busy with calculations, experimenting and designing. Galactron took over designing and Galactica started with the other calculations for the fuel. Galactus and Galactia were experimenting with material that came off of the ship, seeing whether or not it would be compatible with other parts or the fuel. For now, they were trying to come up with fuel, but they knew that what they were supposed to start with was the robot's emotions. After a few more hours passed and they decided to come together and try to figure out how to make emotions, since making the exact calculations on how strong the fuel should be without the first part of the calculation was going to be impossible; which is how the emotions could affect the exoskeleton.

"Ok, so somehow we have to put our emotions, like all our emotions, without programming when the systems must use it exactly but randomly at appropriate times in the system," Galactron said thinking hard.

"Somehow we have to put all emotions into this without anything exploding," Galactica added.

"We also need to somehow create a holder for these emotions, which could also be used for memories," Galactus added on top of that.

"Simple right?" Galactia asked sarcastically. "We just need to concentrate on all our emotions and put it into a programme. Maybe."

All four of them started to work on entities for the memory and the emotions. They also tried to come up with ways to get emotions into the system. It was a lot of work, but they weren't bored, so that made them happy.