(In)finite.

During my time at home these past two years I've watched a lot of television.

Actually, let me clarify that.

I've watched a lot of television that I'd either seen before, downloaded online, or watch in DVD format. That is to say, I watched a lot of TV, and used my cable service very little.

With that clarified, there was fruit to be had in this media smörgåsbord and that was that I came up with an idea for a comic book I hope to one day write and complete. The concept of the plot was enviable to me, who was somewhat housebound and who has a perverse craving of knowledge.

The idea was this; a boy is born already having the knowledge of all things a man can know, as well as a clear understanding of the mechanics of the Universe that far surpass what any one has ever known, or will ever know. He is initially unaware that this knowledge is somehow exceptional, and goes through his early life excelling academically, socially, financially, effectively being perfect at everything he sets his mind to. It isn't until he's presented with some previously unanswerable questions about aspect of our own planet, and our Universe (which he's able to explain) that he realizes his uniqueness.

Given a sort of diplomatic omnipotence he brings peace to man kind, as cultures from all over the world begin to revere him as a god. He appreciates the recognition, but in his mind he is sure there's no such thing as a god. He's unable to explain how such a "thing" would work that he dismisses the accolade and attempts in vain to continue his life.

Well into his thirties at this point, he's decided that with the whole world gathered together in unity (at his feet, it would seem) he can convince the heads of state to pool their resources and begin construction on a spacecraft. His aim is to propel man into the deepest reaches of space so that they can expand their empire and finally begin the galactic pilgrimage that has remained a subject of science fiction up to this point.

But there's a catch.

He demands that he is the first sole pilot of the ship, and he will withhold portions of the equations necessary for his "faster than light" travel until he is ready to launch. With mixed feelings, the "world" agrees to his terms and construction begins. The craft is actually a large ring around the asteroid belt that separates Mars from Jupiter, with a small ship that will disembark from there. What society isn't aware of is that there's no plan to go faster than light, our main character has figured out away to create a wormhole by causing the asteroids in the belt to be crushed together gravitationally by the large ring, and accelerated so that at the mid point between the asteroid belt and the large ring the fabric of space-time will begin to buckle in on itself like a string twisted too tight. Finally space will give way to the colossal gravitational forces and briefly a wormhole will appear that our "hero" will fly through.

Just as he does this though he enters a code into his console which the citizens of Earth have been told will unlock the missing parts of the formula so they can follow after him. What it does instead is erase all data of the construction and formulas from any computer and leaves in it's place a digital epitaph for his life on Earth.

His goal is to search the area the wormhole has opened up to, armed only with the knowledge that based on everything he knows this is one of many areas that should logically support life. After months in space searching, he discovers what he's been looking for, a planet with a pre-industrial civilization where he can land and choose to live in peace on a planet that's been capable of supporting life. Ultimately this is not to be the case. During his landing he is spotted by a group of "farmers" on the planet who rush to his ship and begin to hail him as a god-creature, descended from the heavens. The irony should be obvious.

Someday I hope to turn this loose story idea into something concrete.