Infinity Minus One

It had been eons since Pi could recall that he yearned for anything.

The yearning was a constant and palpable ache deep within His being. It was a need unfulfilled, which was maddening since for ages all His desires have been fulfilled with a mere thought. Pi did not need anything of sustenance as other insignificant creatures of this particular universe required. After practically an eternity of near omnipotence, Pi felt something missing.

It was once long, long ago that Pi did have needs and wants, though these lessened with the passage of time. Nourishment was needed for the maintenance of His being, when He was still contained by a corporeal shell. Once the fuel for Pi's survival was the energy generated from the vast supply found within the sub-atomic levels of matter; before that, the energy came from harnessing the electrical charge inherent in every atom and molecule; before that, He could recall some chemical method of sustaining His original, primitive, physical form.

This last thought Pi threw aside with not a little revulsion. The memory of His origin was a source of repulsion that He would have expelled long ago, if it were not for the fact that He never forgot anything anymore.

Pi was not usually given to emotion, but He felt a wave of annoyance, curiosity, and then even nostalgia. He mulled what could possibly be amiss in His place in eternity.

Pi began to search. He streaked through the universe that was His backyard, seeking the key to the conundrum. Pi was able to inspect the whole of His domain with the speed of thought, infinitely faster than the crawling pace of light and radiation. He whirled through the trillions of galaxies, and inspected everything down to the smallest atom. His scientific analysis of His situation showed that there was nothing amiss.

He mulled over these results for a few million sun cycles, as stars were created, and then destroyed, and planets came into being, and then were annihilated. Time meant nothing to Pi; however, He still retained the measure of time that His organic being had used to mark the passage of one revolution of His home planet around its sun. This measurement system was out of convenience, of course.

Pi gave a sigh, slightly perturbing the trajectories of a few dozen galaxies in the process. Science was not going to solve His dilemma, so what would? Science had always aided Him well in the past. After all, science was what made Pi the Supreme Being that He was.

Perhaps the answers lay not in the present, but in the past. Pi's home planet was long since destroyed by the inexorable march of time. Its component elements were now reconstituted within a new solar system, the seventeenth iteration since Pi was still an organic being. He flew through the cosmos in an instant to the place of his genesis.

Perhaps here Pi could find some answers. His past memories as an organic being, though still present, were imperfect and distorted. Pi worked to try to recover them.

Even though His solar system was long gone, Pi could easily extrapolate backwards through time the form of His home planet using science perfected over the course of His life. Pi reached out through the solar system and gathered information on the composition, location, and energy content of every atom from the solar system of His origin. Pi combined this information with the known fluctuations of the universe's environment through time.