[Genesis - 2]

//The harem is subject to change as the story goes on and does not have a concrete list of members. However, SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER, Gretel Hexe Andvari, aka The Admirality Code herself is definitely a part of it.//

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The creative process of a biologically immortal being is anything but simple. While simpler than modelling regular species, creating a lifeform out of nothing but matter present in the current universe where no life exists yet is anything but an easy task.

But The Architect had if not all the time in the universe and more to create a perfect companion for himself. Now was probably the perfect time as any to introduce the being behind the conception of many civilisations.

Standing at exactly 182,88 centimetres, or 6'0" on the dot was a male of a relatively young appearance, looking to be in his early twenties. His hair was jet-black, darker than any other shade of black out there and being the literal objectification of the meaning "lack of colour and light" as it reflected no light whatsoever. Due to this, the individual hairs blended together to create a sort of curly and wild mess of darkness on top of the man's head. His skin was light, almost pale. His eyes were like the stars in the midnight black sky, being black and having a single bright yellow dot in the centre. The man's outfit was as black as his hair with beautiful golden details etched into the fine, smooth fabric, seemingly abstract in design.

Currently, The Architect sat in a lavish and luxurious swivel chair, surrounded by floating holographic screens of various natures inside a room that had no floor or ceiling. Instead, everywhere one looked they would see a beautiful rendition of open space filled with galaxies, stars and nebulas of vibrant colours. The chair the man sat on seemingly floating, yet remaining grounded in the strange room with no boundaries, walls, ceilings or floors.

The Architect's expression remained unchanging, staying stoic as the holographic screens flared to life and died down in rapid succession. With each and every thought, a new command was issued and new information reviewed by the man himself. His mind worked at a speed comparable to only that of a quantum supercomputer, and even that the speed could far surpass it due to the nature in which the mind works. Taking shortcuts was not something easily programmable, after all.

The male knew this all too well, which made the creation of his organic yet immortal companion all that much harder. In this room, time did not progress because the ship in which the room was built existed outside of space and time, between the universe in an area simply known as "The Void". This left him with an infinite amount of time to work, but his personality would grow frustrated with each passing year that he tried and tried again to make the perfect molecular composition for his female partner.

She'd not only need to be smart, but durable and unaging just like him. Not to mention he planned to integrate a few novel features into her schematics as his progress slowly crept forward. It was a spontaneous decision most of the time but it would make her existence all that much easier, considering a lot of her features would require normal lifeforms millenniums of scientific research.

But there was another requirement The Architect wanted to fulfil whilst designing his companion. That, of course, is the beauty. He wanted to gaze upon a woman that was easy on the eyes as she was on the soul, after all, she would most likely be his companion for a very long time. So he needed to be absolutely precise with the settings.

Years ticked by as the man had not once stood up from his chair, simply spinning around like a child to pass time in boredom and frustration. The matter itself was his to command, yet he still found himself annoyed by his failure to create his perfect wife. Annoyance grew to frustration and frustration transitioned to anger until that faded into eventual dismissiveness of errors.

"Agh, dammit all!"

The man smacked his fist against the armrest of his luxurious chair before letting out a drawn-out sigh, this shouldn't be so goddamn difficult. He created civilisations before for crying out loud! Yet, creating a beautiful female companion for himself was anything but an easy endeavour. So he grew desperate. He took shortcuts he normally wouldn't. He did things in a way that felt foreign and strange. Until, finally, after many years, perhaps centuries of hard work and annoying fiddling, he was done.

The Architect had once again created a living being from an inanimate series of free atoms. A beautiful, albeit petite and short girl with very, very bright hair and a somewhat noticeable forehead. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with a new hairstyle or anything like that, but, in the end, she was truly a dazzling beauty.

"Finally! Sigh... could've made you a little thicker I suppose..."

And The Architect still felt like criticising his own hard work, all in good spirits of course. The woman's figure aside, she was very easy on the eyes considering she was all nude right now. Right, clothing... Being all but done with this gruelling project, the male simply smacked some long, thin robe onto her with a feathery collar and called it a day.

There was only so much patience and effort he was willing to put into use at any given time. Such was his nature as a person, not as a species but as someone that could always start all over again. Time was virtually limitless, only his patience... was not.

"Whatever, I was never really good with fashion anyway..."

The Architect amusedly muttered under his breath in resignation, he was tired. Not mentally or physically, not by any means, but he was sick of doing one thing for such a long time. His mind while vast in its speed and power was not of perfect design.

Besides, perfection is subjective anyway...

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"Now... whatever shall I call you, my pretty partner in crime?"