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God moved around inspecting his new machine that was going to be his home for some time to come on the Earthy dimension (he couldn't tell how much time now…here time stood still). He was off course mollified by the fact that all these cells, all these walking and talking qualified DNA holders were working to build HIS laptop, his home and he was the captain of the ship. There was one hitch however. None of his workers seemed to recognize him. They appeared as if they couldn't care less about God. They lead their own lives in their specialties, organ systems of heart, lung, kidneys, liver, brain etc and kept working like assembly line workers (that is as much as they were allowed by their DNAs). It was as if their lives and deaths were programmed into the blue print in their nuclei, that omnipresent serpent boss coiled in an upward spiral leading to an unending vortex. Their lives seemed quite ordinary and God couldn't figure out how these people would establish that vital link between all the organs which would make his machine finally take off as a whole, like a gigantic ship pushed off the sands into a deep blue.
He noticed there were some representatives the people comprising these organ systems had elected, like dutiful citizens of sovereign republics and these representatives were ready to discuss their terms with God. In fact they were quite a confident bunch and sometimes their authoritative tones would even override Gods. Thankfully most of the time all they did was asked for more, more supplies, more rivers.
All said and done God really didn't have to do much for them. It was a self organizing system, growing day by day, the cells initially coming out from their stems knowing exactly where they wanted to go in life, what they wanted to specialize in. Gradually the initial flurry of activity died down and most of them became trees, sessile and packaged near each other into dense forests, tissues they called them. In fact the trees were not the whole cells. They were just a projection from their bodies like receptors and most of these cells were like Earth. The kind of Earth you dig your hands and shape into anything you could wish for.
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