1st - My name is Theor Less

The aftermath of what seemed to be my greatest run yet on 'Jumpman Armageddon' left me speechless. The death count was, what, almost four digits? But in the end, it was all worth it. I was finally #1, on the global ranking, of hardcore mode. An achievement only the hardest of the hardcore gamers could achieve and now I was one of them.

Beckoning my inner party-animal (who doesn't have one?), I jumped into the middle of the room and did the greatest (self-proclaimed) victory dance.

"I AM THE GREATEST!" Heck, who cares if the neighbours hear this? I am now literally the best jumpman gamer in the world! NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!

Thew, that was a great feeling. Finally, I can stop stressing out on which platform to jump to or what angle do I jump at. I pulled back my afterthoughts of doing a victory lap around the house before I get even more wilder and sat back on my customised all-purpose chair (batteries not included). Ah, the soft, smooth leather like the wings of an angel combined with the squishiness of a beanbag, all that with cup and food holders included. This even hide some other stuff, which I will omit saying. Life is good.

"Now, what's next on the agenda?" Reaching into the deep end of my mind again, I found the lost list of things I want to do in my lifetime. Reading the list, I snickered. Funny, all this time, I thought it would take me more than my lifetime to complete all of this, yet...

"...I'm done with the list?" Becoming the best in the world at something, building a world renowned structure, invent a life-changing invention, build a sex- I mean sis- WAIT, I meant... a systematic A.I, yes and so on... Every one of those items on the agenda all seemed impossible to everyone else and once myself included. But looking at it now, all those seemingly impossible things, I've done them all.

So... What now? No use thinking about it while doing nothing.

I stood up again and left my humble room for the first time in what now, years? Being rich doesn't mean you need a lot of space. A room, computer and ration is all I need to live a good life. But I guess, I still need to move around to keep my body in good condition.

Man, these hallways look so strange. Do they always look like this? They are so... normal. I need to stop thinking about them or else I feel like my ingeniousness will slowly degrade into stupidity.

Maybe I should call Dave for another delivery of Chinese takeaway, and also ask him for advice for what to do next. Ah wait, I remembered, his wife is going to have a child soon, definitely not the best time to call him right now.

"Perhaps, I should visit my sister." Yes, I got a sister, and... it has nothing to do with my lost list *cough* moving on.

I arrived standing in front of an iron door, more fitting to be named as a vault door, with a sign labelled 'Do not enter without permission', a joke of course since no one would be even able to come here without bypassing my own personally designed, and might I add sadistic, security measures. I mean, who needs human guards when you got lasers? Anyway, I pulled open the iron door, which actually leads to the basement. Mad scientists always have a basement laboratory, me included.

"Oh, Theor! It's been a while since you came down here." Ah, my cute, ageless little sister. Not blood-related, nor even race-related, but we've been through so much that we are practically family. Oh, and there's also the fact that I built her to manage the lab which I barely use. Again, not that I built her because of other reasons *cough* *cough*...

Yes, she's an artificial intelligence, world's first and maybe only self-conscious, self-learning, systematic A.I I believe. Unless the US or Russia has been secretly developing their own, my home-girl here (literally) should be the only one of her kind, that is until I make another one.

Though at first, I can't exactly 'see her' since she's just an engine of code that I wrote for two weeks straight, I did plug her into a animation software so I can somewhat see how she's fairing by the way she displays herself. She's displaying her avatar, a very cute girl with similar features to mine but with more feminine in body and facial proportions, in the screen in front of me, browsing reddit by the way.

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you. I've only just checked off my last item on the lost list. Now I'm thinking about what to do next." Arie, her name an acronym of 'Assist Researcher Intelligence Engine', went silent; presumably back to look around on the web again. A true otaku, holding up in her own room, searching for interesting topics around the web; though if she began to read fan-fics, I would be devastated and a slight bit terrified, especially if it is yaoi (oh god, the horror). Good thing she's more into mysteries and action, even if I feel slightly uncomfortable with her interest in the latter. Not exactly 'girlish' is she?

"How about the hunt for god particles?" I shook my head. God particles are like wally/waldo (depending on where you are from), found them the moment I started searching ages ago. It was quite boring to say the least.

"Erm... Space travel?"

"You know I have already invented a multi-dimensional teleporter."

"Then what about going to the end of the world?" Out of nowhere was a quiet and sly voice with a slurred pitch indistinguishable by gender nor age.

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I turned towards the source of the voice, surprised by the fact that he got past my home-defence, and saw... *tension music*

...A...cat, wait no...dog...thingy?

"A Neonlapis." He read my mind.

"That doesn't explain anything?" I am too weird-out by this creature that I couldn't help but turn that retort into a question instead. A cat-dog creature wearing what seems to be a costume from some sort of futuristic space themed movie.

"Identify yourself!" Looks like only Arie kept a cool head. Wait, she's an A.I so she doesn't count. She's also pointing a rail-gun at him. That's my sister, good job.

"Wait wait! I'm only here as a messenger of the Neonlapis race! Don't kill me!" It turns out that this cat-dog thingy is a coward... and now he's shivering in the corner. Also, why are you looking at me like that Arie? Wasn't it you who point a rail-gun at him?

"...*Sigh* What was that about going to the end of the world?" I really am too soft, especially in these type of situations. By that, I mean my sister's gaze is burning a hole through my head, this time not literally.

"Ah! Erm... See here, the thing is..." The cat-dog continued on to explain what he was doing. Apparently, his race is on the brink of extinction and was forced to the end of the world where only the void exists, or something like that. I wan't paying attention on some parts because it was so dull and generic; a cliche if you will, but with this cat-dog alien instead of an old man.

"So you want me to save your people or something like that?"

"Yes! I heard you yelling that you were the greatest so I came to you for help." Something about that sentence irritated me. 'I am the greatest'...I didn't think I yelled it THAT loud. Maybe I will need to prepare for a mouthful from my neighbours. But first of all...

"This is interesting..." I pondered for a bit, eyeing Arie and cat-dog back and forth. Meh, now that I think about it, I got nothing to do anyway, "okay."

"Erm... what?" He seems confused for some reason. Was my answer that hard to comprehend?

"'Okay' I will go to the end of the world." I've done everything here and got nothing else left. This is the next seemingly-impossible thing on my lost list now. It's crazy, it's weird, and most of all, it's perfect.

"Pack the lab Arie! We are going on a journey!"

"Yes! Mr. Neonlapis, please go to the surface." Both cat-dog and I walked back up to the surface and waited for Arie, though cat-dog doesn't seem to understand what we are doing. I don't think most would anyway.

"Erm...What are-"

"Just wait."

The next moment, the door to the basement closed suddenly and the ground shook. A minute later, the door opened  up again, but only a lonesome girl stood there. The staircase going down to the basement laboratory was replaced by a small empty closet.

"I'm done packing professor!" The girl was Arie, her physical avatar similar to the digital one. Black hair, smooth skin, even if it is an artificial body, no one can tell just from looking. But there was one problem in her greeting...

"Please call me brother."

"..." Both cat-dog looked at me strangely. Arie... that's weird, judging from her sinister stare of death, I think she just mistook me as a pervert.

"Anyway... I searched for a possible hero to save my species by my race's fastest ship, the Bridger Light. I parked it on top your living quarter after I heard your calling." Wait, by living quarter, does he mean...

...

"NOOOOO, MY SUPER DELUXE CUSTOMISED ALL-PURPOSE MOBILE COMFORT UNIT (batteries not included)!!!"

"Wait, wasn't it just the 'customised all-purpose chair (batteries not included)'?"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ARIE! THAT WAS MY FIRST INVENTION AND IT TOOK ME YEARS TO CUSTOMISE IT INTO SOMETHING PERFECT!!!"

"Don't worry, professor is just throwing a fake tantrum to hide that fact that you crushed all of his special materials."

"Special mater-?"

"OKAY! let's go onto your ship and save the Neonlapis race, my friend. We haven't much time to waste," I quickly interrupted their conversation for no reason, cough cough.

And so, we began our journal to save a race of alien on the end of the world. I'm obviously excited for this journey. 

"You know, you seem really relax for something like saving an entire alien specie, not to mention the fact that you shouldn't even be trusting me to guide you since you don't know me well enough to be trusted." Before we even took one step, cat-dog interrupted once again.

"Well, cat-do-"

"It's Neo, Neo Fractise."

"Well, cat-dog..." ignoring his interruption to what would be my greatest speech yet, the fact that I forgot what I was going to say stopped me before I say more. So, I just went back to my usual talking. But then...

"Professor is an oddball. His like to do anyone and everything, even if it seems impossible. Actually, especially if it seems impossible." ARRHH! Why do people always interrupt me when I'm talking?.

"But... Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Hey. Look at me." This time, I'm definitely getting the last line.

"The pathway will be unclear, but the mystery is part of the fun (I think)."

Yes! And now, we walk. We walk far! Into my crushed bedroom. This is it. This is how it should go. Saying the last line and walk forwards like a badass.

"I just hope nothing goes wrong."

Damn it Arie! Now I need to make sure that isn't going to be a death flag for us all!