A golem observes the dying body of it’s creator and feels nothing, as it is an automaton crafted of finely sculpted marble. The Creator finally dies and the golem activates, beginning a complicated funeral rite. The actions are performed mechanically, flawlessly.
The golem’s final programming message is “decide.” The eldritch energy animating the beast recoils – it must comply, but how?
The asking of the question generates the ability to answer, and the golem chooses the ability to live.
With a newly formed comprehension and sentience, the golem gazes into the night sky. It is struck by the immensity of time and space. The rock-creature emits a sound of sublime pleasure and begins it’s journey into the world.
He expresses information but not through a tongue or voice. He listens but not with the holes and organs of hearing. He speaks but does not utter words; He remembers but does not learn… When He wishes to create something, He says to it ‘Be’ and it is , but not through a voice that can strike the ears, nor a calling that can be heard. Rather, His speech, Glory be to Him, is an act of His that he creates and incorporates, which did not exist before, for were it an ever-existing thing it would be a second god.