Ex nihilo
--for we have been born out of nothing

Even the latest technology of the modern world wouldn't be enough for what he was undertaking.

Not the most delicate and intricate of nanotechnology, derived from centuries of research and toil, nor the carbon-titanium alloys that had been the product of billions of dollars spent, engineered specifically for this sole purpose; the hours upon days upon months of agonising and labouring, working on the most basic aspect of his project wasn't enough.

Nothing would suffice.

But it had to.

Hundreds of collective lives, innumerable amounts of funding and research had been poured into this one object that lay before him. He himself had poured decades into it, the one man who could synthesise this one object that could potentially change everything.

Within this one object was his whole mind, soul, body, his heart.

It was smaller than his hand.

This would be the very core of his creation; his heart would become the heart of this new life he was creating out of nothing.

This would be his deus ex machina.