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I see the world. It is dark, unstirring on the surface, until you look closer. I hold it in my hand, turning it this way and that, examining my work. Each detail should be exactly perfect, but it wasn't. There were dark, rolling clouds covering the surface of my planet.  I can hear the grinding of machines and all sorts of disgusting things emulating from the interior, under those clouds. Those clouds were not any creation of mine, but creations of my creations. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth.
I replace my little world back in it intended position, falling back from it to speculate. I compare in my mind the picture of the bright little planet I had made what seemed like just an eyeblink ago. The difference was staggering. I feel repulsed that I have let this go on so far. I compare my planet to the planets around me, at the perfection the wiser ones have achieved. In this creation business, I am new by all means; however I feel that this does not excuse my failure at this time.
I glide back towards my little planet, a feeling of shame blackening my appearance. This was, after all, my first planet, and it had been a failure. I knew that others had had failures, but somehow that didn't seem as bad as my personal failure. I take the little planet in my hand once more, turning it this way and that, examining it with sadness.
I feel a presence behind me, and I know I am being evaluated, and that what I do next will determine my future. After one last look at my doomed little planet, I crush it in my hand, turning it into dust, letting it revert into the small crystal from whence it came. Tiny and shining a pale blue color, the crystal is perfect.  I turn towards my evaluator, offering the crystal out, in the palm of my hand. The evaluator gives the negative, I am to try again.
I feel relief. I am not to be extinguished.  I take the crystal in both of my hands now, forming a cup around the crystal. I apply a tiny amount of pressure, and the crystal turns into a small blue stone. Working feverishly, I work the stone into a variety of shapes until an exact replica of my little planet remains. My little planet is unblemished, shining and blue; just as it was in the beginning. The presence behind me fades, leaving me only with a faint feeling of approval.
I start in to work on the rest of the details of my planet. Meshing green and brown in with the blue on my canvas planet, I create beautiful formations.  I finish my work, looking for any flaw in my creation. Finding none, I set to work on my crowning glory, something entirely my own. I create my joy, shining forth with pride when I finish. I speak to my creation, telling of the things that it will need. I leave it, sure that I will not fail in this endeavor. I take up the position I like best, in the center, with my little planet orbiting around me, when I can always watch it, and have pride in my work. Joyful, I shine forth, enveloping myself in soft yellow light.
Again, I feel the presence of the evaluator, here again to inspect the final product of my work. I feel the warmth of pride coming from my evaluator as well, mingling with my own in a burst of warmth and light. Although I can never be sure of the quality of my work, I know that my evaluator must be pleased because I open my hand and find nine other crystals. In time, I create seven other planets of different sizes and shapes, each perfect in its own right. I also create two smaller planets, but they are far out from me, the last I create. I make them cold, a tribute to my first, my failure.
For now, I just glow, serenely in the center of my own little solar system, an example to others, those who have had failures like mine. I am an evaluator now, instead of an evaluee. I am in charge.

Description
I see the world. It is dark, unstirring on the surface, until you look closer. I hold it in my hand, turning it this way and that, examining my work. Each detail should be exactly perfect, but it wasn't. There were dark, rolling clouds covering the surface of my planet.  I can hear the grinding of machines and all sorts of disgusting things emulating from the interior, under those clouds. Those clouds were not any creation of mine, but creations of my creations. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth.
I replace my little world back in it intended position, falling back from it to speculate. I compare in my mind the picture of the bright little planet I had made what seemed like just an eyeblink ago. The difference was staggering. I feel repulsed that I have let this go on so far. I compare my planet to the planets around me, at the perfection the wiser ones have achieved. In this creation business, I am new by all means; however I feel that this does not excuse my failure at this time.
I glide back towards my little planet, a feeling of shame blackening my appearance. This was, after all, my first planet, and it had been a failure. I knew that others had had failures, but somehow that didn't seem as bad as my personal failure. I take the little planet in my hand once more, turning it this way and that, examining it with sadness.
I feel a presence behind me, and I know I am being evaluated, and that what I do next will determine my future. After one last look at my doomed little planet, I crush it in my hand, turning it into dust, letting it revert into the small crystal from whence it came. Tiny and shining a pale blue color, the crystal is perfect.  I turn towards my evaluator, offering the crystal out, in the palm of my hand. The evaluator gives the negative, I am to try again.
I feel relief. I am not to be extinguished.  I take the crystal in both of my hands now, forming a cup around the crystal. I apply a tiny amount of pressure, and the crystal turns into a small blue stone. Working feverishly, I work the stone into a variety of shapes until an exact replica of my little planet remains. My little planet is unblemished, shining and blue; just as it was in the beginning. The presence behind me fades, leaving me only with a faint feeling of approval.
I start in to work on the rest of the details of my planet. Meshing green and brown in with the blue on my canvas planet, I create beautiful formations.  I finish my work, looking for any flaw in my creation. Finding none, I set to work on my crowning glory, something entirely my own. I create my joy, shining forth with pride when I finish. I speak to my creation, telling of the things that it will need. I leave it, sure that I will not fail in this endeavor. I take up the position I like best, in the center, with my little planet orbiting around me, when I can always watch it, and have pride in my work. Joyful, I shine forth, enveloping myself in soft yellow light.
Again, I feel the presence of the evaluator, here again to inspect the final product of my work. I feel the warmth of pride coming from my evaluator as well, mingling with my own in a burst of warmth and light. Although I can never be sure of the quality of my work, I know that my evaluator must be pleased because I open my hand and find nine other crystals. In time, I create seven other planets of different sizes and shapes, each perfect in its own right. I also create two smaller planets, but they are far out from me, the last I create. I make them cold, a tribute to my first, my failure.
For now, I just glow, serenely in the center of my own little solar system, an example to others, those who have had failures like mine. I am an evaluator now, instead of an evaluee. I am in charge.