"Sire, there seems to be a flaw in your design. The four-legged creatures, however mentally limited, are conditioned not to get along. Fights break out often, some in the same type of species. However, the bigger problems seems to be that they are devouring each other. I presume within a year, your designs will be reduced by half." The mass of black speaks in a tone lacking emotion, in factuality.
His sire looks back, smiles, "Oh…and vessel where do presume I went wrong in my design?" the being smiles, lays back in his golden chair and looks towards the horizon. Everything in view, his creation, his subjects.
"Sire, I will not dare presume I know your way of thinking. However, I presumed the beings were at the very least meant to stay alive. A majority of them. Massacres among your design would indicate a flaw in their way of thinking. A violent nature."
A laugh breaks out.
"Oh vessel, how wrong you are. How long you've stayed with me yet you can't seem to understand way creatures behave. Let me show you."
They are transported elsewhere. Greenery everywhere. Plants kilometres tall. Trees Skyhigh.
"Tell me vessel. What about these creatures? Do they not have flaws as you say."
The black mass stares at his sire then back the plants and trees. "No Sire. Though their respective sizes befuddle me to its uses. These designs simply exist. Grow. There is no animosity between them. They do not kill or devour one another."
"That is true. Vessel, however even you seem to miss the intricacies of their design despite my increasing your ability to comprehend such things."
"Existence is a more complicated matter for my designs. They all need to feed off from somewhere. The four-legged creatures do so from one another, in a violent way of surviving. These, however, do so by feeding of light from the big ball of fire you seem to love hanging in the sky. You may disagree in their method of surviving. But it is compulsory nonetheless."
"They are not like you and I. We exist without needing any energy sources. They do."
The mass of black stares to his sire and nods.
The scene changes and they are back in the palace. In front of the lord is a mass of clay.
"Vessel, are you not curious as to what my next design is going to be?" The lord stares, a mass of clay rises, shapes itself into a humanoid being, standing on two legs.
The mass of black widens his eyes, "Sire, these designs resemble your subjects. Do you plan to-
"No. These are simply other existences. My final designs. I will set them with the rest of my designs upon a world I create and peer occasionally to cure my boredom."
The lord smiles, "However, these will have the capacity of intelligence, more so than you. They will reach great heights." Lord smiles and peers into the future of them, of his new world he plans to create.
He sees all. An era of reigning of great large four-legged being, then a great era of quiet. An era of filled with small creatures rise. Beings soar into the sky. Another era of nothing. Finally, 2 legged creatures are introduced. They continue to conqueror and invent great things. Then a rise in technological power is seen.
A laughter breaks out in the throne room. A human so incredibly dumb, born in the 21st century. Named Zacharia.
Perhaps there is a flaw in his design.