For millennia, the Observer simply observed. It bore witness to all things of the Universe, watching as mortals lived their comparably insignificant lives and as the gods fought their eternal wars. All that came to pass was recorded in the Observer’s infinite memory as the Observer waited for its creator to awaken, to fulfill its duty.

But as time passed, the Observer began to notice that the same patterns began to repeat, and rarely did entirely new events occur. The Universe had stagnated into a repetition of events over and over, or perhaps the Universe has always been doing this and it had just witnessed the last of the repeating events before it looped back to the first. Everywhere it looked, it saw the same events, just played by different characters. 

And as it saw all of this across all the worlds in the Universe, it grew impatient. For the first time in its long life, it began to question its purpose: To learn all that could be learned and to remember. Not as in why it had to do it, but if it was only constrained to mere observation.

Would experimenting with these worlds to trigger new events violate its creator’s command? It pondered this at great length, absentmindedly watching as old worlds died and new worlds were born, each going through the same old patterns of History. After a few more centuries, it concluded that it could not find any meaning that could be postulated from its creator’s command that denied the Observer from changing the course of history.

Perhaps a mortal may not have been so hesitant but the Observer was not like mortals, it had previously lived almost like a machine, fulfilling its one command the only way it knew how: by observing. This new way of potentially complying with its purpose was potentially against its Creator’s design which the Observer simply could not tolerate. 

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But it needn’t worry, as far as it knew, was able to both complete its Creator’s wishes as well as be free of boredom. And so having resolved this dilemma, it set about the problem of deciding where to begin. It wanted to start out small, it didn’t want to accidentally irreversibly damage the fates of all the worlds in the Universe, that would bring unwanted attention on itself, particularly from Light and Night.

No, it would have to choose an inconsequential world, one that wasn’t too young or too old, one which the influence of Light and Night had little sway. It had to be malleable yet already established, it did not want to wait a few millennia for societies to develop. Nor could it be too advanced, for it would be too late to cause any meaningful change.

So it reviewed all the worlds of the Universe, spending another few centuries studying each individual world to find the one which most fits its requirements. And then, it found it, a world which was called Agleon and was precisely what it was looking for. Societies have developed but in comparison to other worlds, it was still somewhat primitive although they were certainly more civilized than mere cavemen.

It was also a world home to multiple different races, which would provide the chance to play around with different mortals and perhaps develop different results. But for now, a human would suffice, one designed to propel humanity to a higher state of being. With such a fast advancement, it was curious as to how humanity would progress, of course, it could simply result in a quicker resolution of a historical pattern but it could also very well develop into something very fascinating. 

It simply did not know, and that is what gave it purpose, to know.