She hated frills and furbelows. A complex machine, now, that was beautiful. Everything in its place, functioning together as a harmonious whole.
She had spent aeons on the design, fine-tuning the different factors to achieve a delicate balance. Everything would be perfect. A few simple laws, that was the trick. No tinkering would be needed: only mechanics did that. It was fitting that to breathe life into her creation she would explode into a trillion trillion pieces.
She looked at her plan, and saw that it was good. Her final thought was: “Let there be light.”
And there was light.
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T. Mastgrave’s philosophical story challenge: Simplicity.
Stray Thoughts 
I love simplicity. You can’t argue about that. Lovely.
I so agree. Yet our culture seems to be moving away from it…
Very interesting. I like the idea, and the idea of sacrifice for her life’s goal. I’d actually really like to see a longer piece that provides more context. This leaves a lot of questions. Of course, that’s not always a bad thing.
Thanks. I didn’t really see it as a sacrifice, but it is left open to interpretation. It appealed to me to leave a certain amount of ineffability.