He touched the small globe sending current from his finger tips all the way through to the molten core within it.
“Careful son. You know, almost every time you do that, one of the little-ones dies?”
The boy clapped his hands together in joy, and placed his whole palm on the globe. His father swiped it away in a flash, before too much electricity sparked.
“I think that we can let you play with the little ones when you are older, son,” the father said, the adoration for his little boy plastered on his face. The son was saddened, his new toy taken from him, but he didn’t protest.
There were other worlds he WAS allowed to play with. New globes to toss around, or smash together. New elements to bring forth on the various “little-ones” that scurried over each of them.
Even the “dead” ones were fun to give a whirl, if not for practice purposes only.
When the Universe finally passed, Orion knew that he could have all the “fun” he wanted to with his precious little ones and their globes… ALL he wanted…