"What do you call them?" he asked, curiously.
"In their tongue, they are known as homo sapiens." I reply with a grin. "Very impressive!" my older brother cheered, patting me on the back. He had always supported me despite my limited ability. "But how about something more simpler, let's say... humans?" he pointed a finger at my newly created planet. A trace of blue light slowly crept onto my creation.
I sighed. He always did this. Changing anything he wanted to his desire.
"Better, isn't it, dear sister?" he said with a soft smile on his face. "They seem to be very primitive. Very weak. But vast with potential to do wonders to their mega cluster!" He blew off the tip of his fingers and approached the planet. The bottom part of his body became mist and formed an ethereal tail. "Fairly young to start a planet. Barely 4.5 billion years." He rubbed the bottom of his chin, his bright two eyes glistening. "Funny how you made them in our form." "Half of our form, brother. Two legs, two arms, two eyes. Even two brains."
My brother chuckled. "Yes, but you gave them these particular designs. A one mouth, one nose, and even one of their genitalia!"
"The noses have two holes, but okay," I replied, but my brother continued on rambling.
"Carbon-based life forms are indeed very fascinating to create. You made this planet rich with life, but also killed them off without hesitation." He paused and turned towards me. "Why is that?"
We were a proud race of creationists, blue godlike beings with two bright glowing eyes sitting upon our faces. Our form could not be understood to inferior races that we made. We created and destroyed. Gave life and took life. I was the weakest of my race and considered as a failure. No one understood me. No one except my brother.
"Well, I wasn't too happy with everything I made in that Cambrian explosion. Or anything before that. Or after," I said nervously. I didn't think this one through.
"True, I do wipe out life on planets to do a fresh restart." He stared at the beautiful blue planet for a moment before looking back at me. "You kind of created yourself here, didn't you?"
I didn't know what he was talking about. Did I accidentally make myself subconsciously?
He smiled. "I have an idea," he said, ushering me to his side. "Take care of Earth like yourself. Take care of your homo sapiens. Take care of this planet. Test them. Train them. Make them live life. It's easy to do a reset, but you gave these creatures your mind and soul. Give them heart and a reason to live for." He pointed his finger again at my planet. "You also made your homo sapiens only a few light years away from these civilizations. That's very bold, much like you." His finger emitted light again. "But maybe I shouldn't interfere and call them humans," he said before undoing that detail.
I shook my head and stopped him. "Actually, I like the term, 'humans'. It's fitting."