[ EU ] Write from the point of view of Dr. Manhattan , as he experiments with being the God of his own universe after the events of `` Watchmen ''

I thought I went far enough. I do n't want to be near that planet again. But then I remembered, it's all relative. I'm there, in 1945, practicing on the watch. I'm there in 1959, touching Janey's fingers as she hands me the cold beer. I do n't remember any other woman buying me beer after her. But I'm here, now. I can do things. I will create, I will watch. 
 
 I watch the simple lifeforms as they go about their meaningless lives. In a few billion years they will have evolved into much more complex beings. Will they recognize me? Will they worship or antagonize me? But they are already here. They do n't look like humans. Good. 
 
 I learn to read the language of the stars, and listen to the music of the planets. It's the only thing that keeps me amused during the millions upon millions of years that I wait here. I will not leave my creation for chance. A comet there, then, averted. A volcano, extinguished. A hurricane, tamed. I have to make sure they do n't die out before they evolve. I made them, I will take care of them. On Earth men needed to blame their creator, even though they did n't know him, and he did n't exist. Here, I exist, and I do n't want to be blamed. 
 
 I remember Rorschach. If I go back to those moments I can remember him perfectly. But if I rely only on my human memory, I ca n't remember his actual face. I only remember his mask. It is not because I saw him more in the mask, but because that is how he chose to be identified. He created a character for himself. I can not say that I'm sorry I killed him, for that was the logical conclusion to the events leading up to that moment, but I do wish I could see him again. I could understand much from him. 
 
 The photograph in my hand is falling. It's lying in the sand at my feet. 
 
 I see the creatures I made, their lives no longer meaningless. I have to make choices. I have to kill some and spare others. It is not always a choice, but sometimes it is. And when it is, that is when I remember Rorschach. Sometimes I remember him when it is n't a choice, too. Being a God is not an easy thing to do, even for me. I have understood in my time here that even with the physical super powers that I have, moral dilemmas and ambiguities still trouble my mind just as much. I think it takes a different kind of super powers to solve these problems easily. Creatures do n't matter, but when they build their first city, and when they have enough power to declare war, and when they can destroy their planet, what do I do? Do I let them do that and watch? Do I intervene and ruin their free choice? Do I have to kill another Rorschach? Will I change anything with my actions? 
 
 I watch from afar, as they use a slightly modified form of the same bomb that dropped on Hiroshima. Followed by thousands of that bomb. They annihilate each other. I think of their value not as individuals, but as a civilization, and I decide to intervene. 
 
 I am standing on a fire escape in 1945, reaching out to stop my father, take the cogs and flywheels from him, piece them all together again... 
 
 But it's too late, always has been, always will be too late.
