Boundaries

What he wanted more than most things was to push the boundaries of space and time. To test himself and the universe. To know it was more well built, and well looked after than a cursory glance implied. To head into the heart of a paradox and come out the other side. He could understand why most wouldn't bother, or even think in that direction, but that really didn't matter. He could deal with a thousand variable things, time in flux or any other number of strange and impossible things, or so he figured. Not that there was much around to test against – so he threw his mind into the worst imagined thing with as little as possible for defense or comfort. He didn't really long for anywhere safe or predictable.

He was tired of people with limited perspective. It was easy to get mad, happy, scared or any number of things if your world was restricted to a small faction of variables. The stuff he considered variable were so fixed in most people's viewpoint, they were virtually invisible. He could look back and see what kind of blinders they likely had, but it wasn't a very fruitful mental exercise.

Apart from manipulating people, which he rather not do, he couldn't see any use playing those notes. He thought again about provoking a crisis. He'd rather not have it come to that, but the idea was becoming more tempting. There was, however, little he could do to actually create one, at least in a meaningful way.

He was tired of seeing the same pieces on the board, from the same angle. If there was anything else to learn from this setup, he had long lost the context for it.

He wanted to create something new. Not merely tend, or assemble from what was already there.