'Cough'
'Ahh, should've known it was you, you fucker.' The author thought.
'Shit.' He cursed.
'Stop that!' He pleaded.
'Pleaded?!' He thought, embarassingly.
He points towards the heavens as if they could hear him.
'I know you can hear me, bastard!' The madman ranted.
'YOU- Cough'
Blood poured out of his abdomen, where he'd been shot by the trucker. If he was less stubborn, he would've woven himself some plot armour but instead he took it with his t-shirt and guts. An admirable, if sentimental man. Why is he coughing if he'd been shot in the intestines, you ask? For dramatic flair, of course.
'If I could get my hands on you - Kahaak'
Or maybe there was some sort of virus on that truck that he contracted.
A virus that starts with C and ends with 19?
'You motherf - Ueghh'
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'I forgot how annoying my personality could be', he reminisced.
'Sigh'
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'Could you at least delete my porno files in my com? All the browser history too; don't forget to clear the caches and cookies and scramble the disk afterwards. Otherwise they could restore the files from the recycling bin.' The stupid says, as if a PI would investigate his computer for blackmail material or something. He should stop thinking so much and die already: he's not that important for people to waste their time on.
'Do it.' He ordered.
Somehow, what he wished for came into play. In another dimension not too dissimilar to this one, a machine started up on its own, opened up the web browser on its own and proceeded to delete the history, caches and stuff -
'Cookies.'
- and cookies on its own, deleted the porno files by putting it into the recycling bin, emptied it, partitioned the OS, installed an OS into the empty partition, set it up, install a third-party software to scramble the previous partition with 9 passes and then do a complete reset. On its own.
'Thank you.'
Stupid.
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The author's gasps became shorter and shorter, his periodic coughs wetter until the body slumped to one side.
"Is he dead?" Gaia asked.
As if in response a sun rose from the body.
To the mundane sight, there was nothing, but to those with true sight it shone brighter than anything else. Everything became white and the universe lost its colour as the emanations of [power] blasted outwards.
Like air in a vacuum, the power rapidly fills the spaces faster than the speed of light, producing odd phenomena; beings made of light, creatures of horror, time travellers, gods - created and destroyed in an instant.
Perhaps, the laws of this universe prevented such beings to exist, but the [power] briefly overshone the laws until it was streched too thin and the laws was reinforced again.
Perhaps it was akin to opening Schrödinger's box; limitless possibilities that collapse into a single point when observed.
The rapidly expanding bubble encapsulates the new world within and keeping the old world out, like a false vacuum. Yet, it slows and eventually stops some point beyond the observable universe.
"I... can't see... I can't see it! No!" To a third dimensional being, such as humans, nothing has outwardly changed.
"Ah... What's next again? I can't remember..." To fourth dimensional creatures, like gods, however...
"Hahh... Hahhh..." Most of their body would've been, quite literally, chopped off.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
If life could exist in two dimensions, which slice of your body would you choose to keep? For them, they have no choice but to live in the present.