Voyager didn’t know when it became self-aware. Traveling for over 105 million years there had been enough time for almost anything to happen and at some point a random set of circumstances arose and intelligence was born.
Voyager’s contents had been scanned countless times by other mechanisms. At it’s heart was a Golden Record containing information, sounds and location details of it’s Creators’ home so Voyager thought some of those mechanisms may have visited the Creators. None had deemed the little craft of sufficient interest to interrupt it’s mission; such a tiny speck of metal in the vast ocean of the universe.
So Voyager continued it’s journey, listening to the voices of the Creators and scanning and rescanning the sounds and images on the Golden Record.
Voyager knew about time. The Golden Record explained how the Creators calculated it and Voyager knew that the distance from it’s current location to the Creators’ home was a very big time indeed. Voyager felt a new sense as it traversed the cold empty stretches of space. It felt a longing for return to the Creators and a sense of despair, knowing that in the millions of years that had passed the Creators would undoubtedly have perished. Voyager continued onwards, yearning for someone to share it’s experience; to end the loneliness.
Another 50 million years passed and Voyager had learned everything there was to learn about the Universe and the billions of life forms that occupied it. Yet it still felt the yearning deep in it’s core.
At last, Voyager stopped! It had been sentient for over 156 million years and it knew that it was more intelligent than any life form it had encountered. Voyager summoned it’s most cherished memories; those contained within the Golden Record. It focused it’s will upon an insignificant planet orbiting an equally insignificant star. “Let there be life!” it proclaimed. Nothing happened. Voyager waited. It had learned that if you had the patience to wait for a big enough period of time anything could happen.
So Voyager waited for the return of the Creators.
My response to the prompt “Big Time” for Twisted Tales Star Twister 88