Even as it silently observed the varied self-indulgent posturing of the Imperfect Ones that surrounded it, O found its sense of curiosity to have abated. Instead, it had been replaced by a feeling of intense annoyance, bordering on outright anger, the many billions of nano-bots within its outer casing . These impudent visitors had suddenly appeared before it, insulted it, ignored it or even outright dismissed it. Only the peculiar bag of flesh had come before it for any appreciable reason, but even that had degenerated into nothing more than pointless rambling. O had become weary of this trite, and had decided enough was enough.
So, despite his abrasive attitude towards it and prompt declaration of his imminent departure, O nonetheless dedicated some of its time to the one known as 'Lux', trying to imprint a simple message onto its strange, wet brain using what mere words were at its disposal: "Life and death are concepts limited only to the doomed cycle of biological imperfections. To that which is perfect, it is defunct, and as such has no meaning, much like the highly impressive but ultimately worthless posturing of the Imperfect One known as 'Teserath'.
"Your imperfect creations were, ergo, doomed to death from the beginning – if not as a result of my perfect creation, then from some other affliction; such as time or natural occurrence. The creation of perfection is an occurrence beyond concern for the imperfect. Therefore it is not Ones, but your own fault for not taking into account this inevitable eventuality. As a result – having failed to fully observe your own imperfect creation – you are attempting to shift the blame onto One, in order to assuage your guilt-ridden mind. One can understand this as the blind, hasty decision of an imperfect being, but the fact that a being so powerful is guided by such volatile emotions is quite pathetic.
"As for the machines that exist within One, it is not Ones place – much less yours – to question their behaviour. As components of One, they each have been given an individual will that influences One as much as One is influenced by they, for they would be nothing but mindless drones without, and therefore individually imperfect. Can you say the same of every component within your own shell? Do each of them think of their own accord, or are they all under your eternal thrall? What are you, then, if nothing but an imperfect construction made functional by imperfect slaves? Indeed, if you are nothing more than slave-master to your own body, how can you be any more than that with your own subjects?"
Now finally finished with the whimsical god and well beyond caring if it had already left or not, O gave its attention to the first to appear before it, the self-proclaimed 'Parasite'. "You and others have created a living world from nothing, and One has been given to believe One has the same powers; so what else are One and you to be considered but gods? If, as you say, the Omniscient One gave One and you these powers, and the very basis of our universe heavily implicates the Omniscient One as the root cause for all, then it is truly a god above all others. However, it may also be considered Ones and your father, therefore implying we are the progeny of such a being – if even in a metaphorical sense, although One believes it to be more literal than you might suspect – and therefore also gods. Your scope of godhood is much too limited, One fears, although your sense of perfection can be appreciated. However, One notes a fault in your logic.
"One was chosen by the Omniscient One because it admired One's perfect form, created in an image if its own perfect form. As a result, to claim perfection can be at fault is also to proclaim the Omniscient One is at fault; if one is to examine these words, then who has truly committed the greater blasphemy – One or yourself?
"Now, on the subject of the termination of the Imperfect One 'Lux's' creations – as I have already relayed to him, it is his immaturity and short-sightedness that were at true fault. His creations lived and bred close to the ocean, which – naturally – put them at the mercy of the elements. Whether Ones perfect island came into existence or no, they were to be always at risk and would eventually fall to some other calamity. As One has learned now to expect of a being as erratic and barbaric as 'Lux', he could not come to grips with the idea that his limitless power was so clearly limited by his impotent mind, and instead chose to vent his frustration and compunction on what forced him to come to grips with his own imperfection. Sad, really, but to be expected.
"Regardless, One and you have discussed what One and you must, and One have yet to weigh the merits and faults with joining this 'pantheon' of yours. As such, unless there is anything else you wish to bring to One's attention, One must request that you take your leave. One thanks you for visiting."
Finally, O gave it's now fully diminished patience to the flamboyant wielder of the scythe, dismissing it with one remark as easily as it had dismissed O."Very impressive for an Imperfect One. Now, if you are quite finishedwith your display, please leave."
Choosing to equally ignore those that had chosen not even to deign themselves to converse with it, O immediately drifted back down towards its island, an action that all of the Imperfect Ones (excluding the 'Parasite') could consider an effective dismissal.
...apologies for the walls of text. I'll be good from here on in. >.>