Sai looked at his computer monitor with a bored gaze. He could feel the screen filled with programming and text drain his soul every second.

It was times like these that gave one the perfect excuse to question their life and explain to any would-be listener who didn't have privacy in their vocabulary to learn of this man's woes.

Or just his stupid mistakes.

Sai was part of a medium middle-class family, his dad had moved from India following the Sino-Soviet-Iranian nuclear exchange that left much of Central Asia and lowers Russia a wasteland.

His dad had then gotten hitched with a girl he met with a few times when he journeyed to the good old US of A. Before promptly pumping out three children.

Two twins and one single-born child.

The twins had been gifted with a divine intellect as his mother called it. Sai's brother had moved forth and made headlines in his research of A.I. and robotics. Causing man-kinds gradual descent into automized and machine labor work to move decades ahead.

His sister on the other hand basically became the medicine world's messiah. Creating a stable and almost always effective cure for several terminal illnesses. Granting her several Nobel Peace Prizes. And being called the most important woman of the century.

Sai? He was working at a boring nine-to-five job Monday through Friday, weekends included if the company needed something done.

Seemed pretty off when your siblings were saving the world and getting millions just by breathing.

But hey, some got success, others got mediocrity.

That was the way the world worked, and it's not like he hated his job. Sure it was boring and made his eyes roll up to the back of their sockets every time the clock ticked ever closer to the holy five-o-clock.

But it was hard not to when the office was a pale white and the only exciting thing was the fly that buzzed off the body of a coworker that looked and felt dead but wasn't. With a tick that Sai felt in every bone of his frankly underwhelming body. The clock tolled to five.

As he packed his stuff, shut his computer down, and prepared to sneak a meal in at the local cookie store before going home. He heard the sound of his boss calling.

"Hey, Steve, could you check to see if the Servers are updated yet? It's been going on since this morning. I think somethings wrong."

Sai felt his annoyance grow and his rage expand at incredible levels. It was incredible what he let his employers get away with. Because after the first hour, someone should've checked the server if it was okay. Why these morons decided to wait the entire day was beyond him. They probably forgot to update it all together and were just trying to find an excuse, Hoping to god that the server actually was messed.

That, or after he left they were gonna blame him.

Sai's vote was on the latter.

Still, this was his job. And he was going to damn well do it, if there's anything that was actually valuable it was Sai's ability to persist.

"Sure, I got it," he replied with a monotone voice.

"Great! Email me when you're done, I'll be at the bar if you find any problems you can't fix."

And with that, his boss left. A true example of all things holy in the workplace.

Hating your boss, and delegation.

Sai well uh, sighed, in disappointment before he headed down to see what was wrong with the servers.

Hey, don't look at me, I'm not the one writing the script.

Okay, I am, but you probably have some story that you deeply love that shows off terrible puns and or poor name choices! If you can bear that then you can bear me.

Sai's steps rang out across the nearly empty server room, the hollow clacks of worn shoes on the hard stone floor had a perplexing and even somewhat relaxing pattern as Sai made his way over to the server.

What he found was a nightmare.

A room that was jam-packed with black monoliths teeming and pulsing with data. Electricity in the air and a faint scent that was equal parts unpleasant and incredibly normal wafting through the air. 

That's what we call stale air, and it did not! Help with the current situation.

Thousands of messy and unkempt plugs and wires ran from walls to servers. Feeding each device the electricity that is needed to thrive and survive. Well, survive at the very least. Dozens of beer bottles were also around the server room. No one there to take credit for the mess of spilled alcohol that caked tables and servers alike. Several parts of the floor were covered in nothing but empty beer bottles.

What Sai was looking at was an unkempt mess, several safety hazards, and just plain poor work on the employee's part. And maybe the bosses as well.

Sai quickly pulled out his phone, absolutely done with the bullshit he had seen today. Not to call anyone, but to take pictures for the upcoming lawsuits.

Keeping something as important as high-powered semi-quantum servers in this state would disrupt years of dataflow after it was fixed. The fact that this had even happened sealed the fate of the company. Taking pictures now, sending it to some investigators and newswomen, and then pocketing the money he'd receive for reporting this, well in the millions. he was glad he had wasted several hours of his life.

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With a few simple clicks, his phone started to take some pictures.

It was currently a week from that fateful day of being a whistleblower. And nothing had come up, he had told his boss that a massive mess had been made in the server room. Like, really bad. But then he took on one of those tones that only a mother or a particularly learned daughter could muster that said politely to 'shut the fuck up.'

So Sai had sent the pictures over to a news agency that would take care of this. 

It had been a week, now, normally news like this would be something to jump at. 

It was one of the few things that people regardless of political bent hated.

which was remarkable, to say the least. But the story still hadn't made it out yet, which was weird, though not concerning. If the entire thing was covered up there was nothing he could do. Or would do, he had been holding his breath for the past week about if he was going to be fired or not. And he didn't want to continue that emotional roller coaster.

He quickly packed his things up when the day ended. Exiting the building to smell the air that shifted through New York, clean with a hint of pet waste. The only pollution you'd find in the only totally green city in the world.

Still, cat piss and dog shit didn't run on gasoline, and people's manners had not changed. As he walked back to his home, the evening slowly shifted tonight. The massive hordes of people splitting off and jumping away.

He got home with no incidents and had picked up some chips, ramen, instant hotdogs, and several cans of coke for his dinner. As he pressed his key into the lock, slowly twisting it, the door opened, the moment he stepped inside. His entire world spun.

His nerves didn't register the lodging of a two mm Kolibri lodging itself into his head, he didn't register the person who shot the round. He didn't even register when he stopped falling, he only registered when he met them.

"We got the wrong guy? Again!?" A voice shouted, the sound blasting Sai backward with incredible force.

"Seems like it, why do we always get this wrong?" Whoosh, now he had no scrotum.

"You guys act like this is all our fault?" Bye-bye sense of smell.

"It is," "no it isn't. Gary was the one who suggested it! He's the one we should be attacking!" "Are we really gonna blame a random mortal for causing this entire problem?" "Yes!"

If Sai had anything left of his lower body, it was turned into mincemeat by the explosion of force that came from the yes.

"No, this is still doable, we can just issue a regular update!"

"How many times have we said that this update can't work like that!"

"And how many time's have I said that killing an entire multiverse's worth of people is a noble sacrifice!?"

"It’s not noble to the people who get sent here!"

"That just sounds like the problem."

"Guys?"

'"What!?" Both voices shouted at once.

"Did we make sure the human was unconscious when we started talking?"

"..."

"..."

"Our reputations are f$#@ing destroyed."

"Hey now, we can still throw him in the void..."

'"We are not throwing someone in the Void!"' At this point, Sai was a floating head. Blood and muscle tissue spewed out of his nape, small blue little things called nerve's pulsing inside of them. His eyes were bloated and felt like they were about to pop.

Plus he had no hands. That was a real tragedy.

"So what do we do now!?" One of the voices asked. Sai was now gonna mentally call him Jerk.

"We don't know yet, but I really hope you have any ideas that aren't destroying the mortal's soul."

"Please, there's no proof whatsoever that being in the Void can cause damage to the soul!"

"Says the guy who traumatized several dozen orphans just by describing it to them? I don't buy."

"That was one time damn it! One time! Uno. One. First. It hasn't happened anytime since."

"I pass a vote saying I don't believe that."

"Same."

"I cast a vote against that!" 

"Two against one, we win, you fail."

Man, Jerk was really getting a hammering now, wasn't he? Sai thought as he continued to be reduced further and further into a meat puddle. He was pretty sure that he only had eyes and a brain left.

"Wait!" One of the voices shouted, their voice obliterating what remained of Sai, turning the once introverted asexual programmer into a cloud of atoms.

Without his sight, Sai couldn't see what the voices were doing. 

...

...

Could he ever see what the voices were doing?

As Sai continued to ponder the quandary of if one could see without eyes when in Heaven. Divine calculations were finally coming to fruition.

The voices Sai had heard, are well known as the Creator, Preserver, and Destroyer. The three cosmic roles in every religion.

Don't believe me? Fine, but you obscure the truth for yourself then.

Anyway, the three beings had actually had the person they wanted to die actually die. Using great cosmic powers, they crafted something. Look I don't know what happens when three cosmic forces huddle around and giggle like perpetually high school children.

But it seemed to work, as the being Sai titled Jerk shouted some severe profanity into the sky? Does the afterlife have a sky? Jerk also happened to be the preserver. Just so you know. Destruction doesn't mean evil guys!

His two brothers shouted similar phrases towards the sky as they laughed and cried at their success. It felt good to them, finally, they had achieved what they had set out to do.

And to remind you, Sai was still a cloud of atoms in heaven having been annihilated by these beings' conversation.

So it was to his shock that the next second, he was in a hospital bed.

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"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Doctor! He's awake, stay right here okay? I need to fetch someone important. So don't move, but still, stay conscious."

"Uhhhhhhhh."

"Great, thanks for understanding. Oh, doctor!" The voice shouted as she ran out of the room. As Sai's vision returned to him, he found himself in a medical room.

Syringes and advanced-looking do-dads sputtered and glowed around the area. Dozens of sensors and monitors were hooked up to him. Each one beeping and bopping as they measured something in him.

The lights above him released a hollow and harsh white light on him, the color sucking away the joy of happiness, well. Whatever was left from him.

Just as Sai managed to glance around the room and really sink his teeth into where everything was for you readers. He noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

A whole lot of something.

I repeat, a whole lot of something.

And I have to repeat, a whole lot of something.

That's what you call a massive six-foot 3' beast of a man pushed into an incredibly tight leather spandex suit. A large blue crystal ax was held in hand, and his face was covered in a grey steel visor that showed only two white eyes staring at him. Just as it would be illustrated in a comic book.

The man also had nothing on his upper body except rows upon rows upon rows of small vials. Each one with a unique color. A large symbol was etched on his chest though. That of a massive battle-ax that was smashed halfway through a skull.

Then there was the thing directly in his face. The underpants. The thing that covered every superhero's crotch for some reason. With a very noticeable bulge in it.

So Sai reacted like any good person would do if you woke up in the middle of the hospital in a haze and was introduced to a massive man literally covered in tight leather spandex, vials, and had their classic superhero crotch straight in your face.

He screamed. Like hard.

Dear god, it was loud...

Shut the f$%# up over there! You're ruining the book!