60 | HEROES_A Little God in my Hands (OLD DRAFT)

Iker sat alone in the interrogation room.

What is it with me and white rooms?

For a brief moment, he caught an afterimage of the Spider Herald and the MWAOS terminal with vis. Ve was spinning with vis helmet made of a yedaliuth's tooth, glowing eyes, and a velvet jumpsuit before jump flipping into another simulation.

All white_room assets across spacetime have been loaded, the computer terminal said before vanishing too.

... ve could travel through time through that asset too? Iker thought. Interrogation rooms... prison cells... asylum rooms. Oh my God that form of time travel is so fucking OP.

While Iker's mouth gaped in awe of the god travelling on a dimension past his comprehension, Cadet Hans and Cadet Rhodes walked in the room.

You got this buddy, Spiderland said from either Iker's head or the heavens.

Yes my children, there was no difference in between the two.

Hans's nose was readjusted underneath his hazel eyes and in between his brimming cheeks and lips, while his thinner faced army partner Rhodes had light brown eyes. They both still had shaved heads and their Ember Tree uniforms while Iker had a bloody white hoody and a pair of bloody gray shorts. While he was waiting for the cadets to come, the new stains finished drying off on Iker. However, the metal-like stench from them became more pronounced.

Iker kept close watch on the gazes of the boys only a little older than his fourteen-year-old self... and saw no resentment in their eyes.

If anything they seemed confused.

They must have new memories, Iker thought. Ones they did not experience in this timeline... but in other ones. Spiderland must have uploaded it to their brains from another simulation.

While they dragged the blue plastic chairs that were a feet away from the table Iker was already stretching his arms on, it seemed Cadet Hans and Cadet Rhodes also had a penchant for leaning back and spreading theirs arms wide too. Glancing at their biceps, this could have been a fun scenario in a different kind of asset for Iker, but these two soldiers were also in 1 platoon. That was a turn off.

The three boys kept glancing at each other as only the florescent lights on the ceiling could be heard humming.

"We are..." Cadet Hans murmured, glancing back at Rhodes.

"We are convinced you and Fatima killed us... yet we are here."

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With a glitchy wound in the chest where Wexil lunged at, Yaw vanished from the space in between Ember and Wexil on the desert under mayhem, his staff still stretching as multiple infinite lines around Baph0. It seemed Wexil did not use conventional invisibility or camouflage as Yaw would have been able to spot him with his mystical eyes alone. Wexil must have encrypted his physical form somehow.

My true sight needs some kind of update, Yaw thought. How do I see an enemy that is hiding at the level of data?

Yaw got to dodge the seeking star missiles from Baph0 as well, and while explosions ignited around the smoky silhouettes of Wexil and Ember, tens of cloud monkey clones spawned standing on the staff lines all around Baph0. With nowhere to run with multiple fists, palms, and kicks from every direction, Baph0 was smacked deep into a desert dune and had bloody patches of white fur all over his body. And right when Ameen's fiery shield faded, Yaw spawned behind the teenaged boy and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Enough," Yaw told him. "Ember is going to slay Spiderland. You must unsummon ver."

"O monkey king," Ameen sung. "Ve is infected with the virus too."

As Yaw glanced up among myriads of shockwaves from missiles and tungsten rods, the numbers 0 and 1 were glowing inside the bone helmet the gargantuan god Spiderland wore in the chaotic black skies. Ve was barely in control, but it was not due to Ameen. He apparently knew that Yaw would defeat Baph0 this quickly. Now that Yaw thought about it, the star attack would have melted his carbon body while the 0or1.trojan dagger was for his absurdium body.

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Ameen and Wexil had Yaw in checkmate from the beginning. Baph0 and Wexil must have known one of them would experience a quick defeat, and both of them were willing to sacrifice themselves for a guaranteed victory.

"You're not going to tell me how you knew I would stop you if you were relying on the quantum mainframe to mind control ver?" Yaw asked.

"Of course not," Ameen replied. "This is an information war after all."

And to Yaw's surprise, while waiting for another attack from Wexil as he already vanished from his original spot...

Wexil had no intention to stab Yaw again.

At least not yet.

Instead he appeared behind Ember and stabbed her with the 0or1.trojan dagger, and her face went from smug to completely blank. Ameen turned away from Yaw to chuckle at her.

"I am another step closer to killing the existing one," Ameen said with a smirk as he watched Yaw's gaping mouth.

The glitchy stab in the monkey king's torso now covered his entire chest.

I hope I do not need to use nirvana form, Yaw thought. I hope God can bail me out of this. Them knowing any of my nirvana powers would be dangerous.

"You two are letting me escape?" Iker asked.

The two soldiers glanced at each other.

"Well, we never did anything," Hans said. "If you know what I mean."

"If anything..." Rhodes said. "You could say we will play stupid."

His eyes still in shadow, yet visible, under the hoodie he still had up, Iker was shifting his glance back and forth in between the two cadets.

"Can I ask you... why you two are betraying one platoon?" Iker asked. "I'll pretend I never heard the answer too."

The two white boys glanced at each other in silence. They were either being careful or struggling to remember through their jumbled memories.

Spiderland must have given them instructions on what to reveal and not reveal... Iker thought. Or ve used esper powers on them and their memories are foggy.

"Our gut told us... that Fatima was right... even though we did not know anything," Hans said.

"After the battle on the Fornian entertainment district, we checked the mission briefing we were given again..." Rhodes stammered. His lips quivered too much; he had to wait for Hans to finish the thought.

"One platoon was trying to get us killed off," Hans added. "They never told us why."

"Do you remember the last thing Ember asked you?" Iker asked.

"She asked us if we believed... believed... well it sounds stupid as fuck, but she asked us if Jewish people and trans people were behind creating the Party of Love and the Maverick thing... whatever he is. He seems to be more than just a talking lion... Ember kept trying to pressure us to agree to the conspiracy theory," Hans replied.

Iker was both amused and disturbed, raising both his eyebrows and lips for a brief second. "... you denied it in front of Ember didn't you?"

Hans and Rhodes both nodded.

Iker then smirked. "Sadly... even in the 22nd century... history repeats itself. The social justice warriors in 2016 were right all along. It's time men were man enough to admit it."

"... what does any of that even mean?" Hans asked. "Are you even speaking English?"

Iker laughed at himself, not keeping track of the languages that were bleeding through time periods. Metaphorically speaking... it was the herald's mathematical model.

The metaphorical Tower of Babel.

God's heavy hand on the text.

Iker's worldline was part of the tower, and it seemed the gods were using him as a vessel to stop the corruption from the adults changing the definition of words whenever they wanted to. It was affecting the past and the future at the same time too.

Throughout all the data that ever was and ever will be. Throughout computers and ancient texts that were added to language models.

Iker finished his laugh and ruminations with a sly smile.

"It's a time traveler thing. You wouldn't understand. And apparently... neither do I."

Hans scoffed at him. "I never knew you were capable of being humble."

He was talking about Iker's online presence.

His virtual avatars.

"Shut the fuck up," Iker said while pointing at him, causing both soldiers to laugh.

Horns.

The sound of them.

The horns echoed triumphantly across skies smeared with flames, smog, planes in Vic formations, and Spiderland corrupted by the 0 or 1 virus dancing with smokey limbs and an enormous bone helmet.

Yaw had no thoughts, just a flood of relief as the malware was spreading to his neck and feet too.

The existing one was standing above the vast desert, with running troops, atlasbots, and landing paratroopers beginning to jog towards the underground mainframe causing mayhem.

However, the existing one did not look like the existing one anymore. Those who knew his human avatar would look up at him in terror. He became something more.

God would still look human in a white custom fit suit and tie, except the afterimages of him operating on four dimensions made him now resemble some heavenly horror to the soldiers that were firing at the biological and artificial intelligence in terror.

Overlapping eyes from the past, present and future formed wheels to manifest angels, and dancing and overlapping hands across spacetime formed the wings of other spawning angels.

As battalions of eldritch angels were spawning across the apocalyptic skies, programmed by ancient texts, music, stories, movies, shows, the universal mind, and cosmic mainframes that could manipulate spacetime with mathematics...

...

I have become an exisiting horror.

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