"No, no, no," the engineer whispered to himself. "How did it go again?"

It was on the tip of his tongue, like a thought that had lingered too far away from the frame of mind. The engineer looked around his workshop, looking at the many jars that lined his shelves, all with neat labels plastered on them. Jealousy Intelligence Love Motivation Anger....

Their contents different from jar to jar, some glimmering like glitter, and others, wet and black like tar.

The engineer turned his attention back to his desk, where he had already gathered some of his ingredients.

He had been alone for so long. After she left him, he immediately set out to recreate her. He had written her recipe long ago, but he had never thought that she would die on him. He thought he had made the perfect soul, but no, hers withered away like all the others.

The engineer reached to one of the shelves and grabbed a jar. "Yes, this is the last thing, it has to be, she'll be back with me now."

He dipped his hand into what looked like shredded pieces of paper, and sprinkled it in with the other ingredients he had laid out on the table.

There was a groan in the room, as if the universe was tired and was giving a little. Everything was tired at the engineers constant tinkering, but he continued making, continued trying to recreate the one he had fallen in love with.

"No, no, that wasn't it, I made another failure," the engineer whispered. He let out a deep sigh, and scooped up the newly created soul into his arms as if it were a newborn child.

He walked to the only window in his workshop, the newborn soul kicking in his arms. Out the window, there was a small blue dot off in the distance.

"You go on now, my other failure," the engineer said, holding the infant soul out of the window, then giving it a gentle nudge towards the small planet out in the distance. "Go now."

The engineer returned to his work desk to try again.