Cosin Tangent, or his spirity soul thingy, was disgruntled, to state the matter at it's possible quantitative least. God was flabbergasted at the blatant dickishness of humanity. While there were a few redeemable features in some of the people involved, the scheming, backstabbing, and dishonest behaviors were inexcusable.

Many of the other gods had left for wherever they decided to go, only Murphy stuck around. They were tempted to preempt the return of Jesus, but they didn't have an antichrist yet. The idea of making Costan the antichrist was vetoed by all three as soon as it left Murphy's mouth.

The good news was that the technology James invented wasn't immediately discarded, but was covered up with as much obscurity as possible. Bastet did her part and launched a legal battle so fierce that James' properties were tied up so tight that the state, or anyone, could not even look at them. That was before he was killed. Then the controversy over his will and testament, which had clauses about insanity, and were multiple, and the yet unresolved lawsuits about the drafting of an insane eunuch.

The relations with Earth 2076 broke down, and with everything falling on top of them, the U.S. did a large scale cover up. It was extensive and thorough. Everything to do with him was covered up, credited to someone else, destroyed, edited, buried, or given the old "nah, that was a big hoax and/or scam." It was severe enough and convincing enough that Costan got new titles in his miriad of system windows and screens.

"Interplanetary Entity of Intrigue"- Increased persuasion chances, increased odds of successfully performing improbable actions, guaranteed chance that people will listen to at least the first sentence of any of your monologues, and slight chance that enemies will instantly monologue. Guaranteed to cause enemies to monologue if they believe to have captured you or are about to "win". Awarded due to being a living legend and conspiracy with multiple high ranking groups trying to cover you up or control you, but nobody catches the wind.

"Worldwide Hoax"- Nobody will suspect you of being up to anything harmful, because you're a joke. You're a hoax, so everyone will think that someone else is pulling a prank on them even if you're in a restricted area and you blatantly tell them who you are and why you're there.

"Quasi Dimensional Con Artist"- Guaranteed chance of pulling off lesser cons for money. Increased chance of people thinking that your honest business ideas and founded businesses are cons or scams.

Costan just stared at them when they popped up. Just what he needed, more stupid titles. If a person were to just read his titles, they'd think he was the antichrist. Things like World Ender and Emperor of Hell definitely don't look good, but at least he had the things that he gained over the billions of his years the gods had wasted.

Murphy pulled Costan's attention to his argument with God. "You're not even going to tell him, are you?"

"He's already dealing with PTSD, depression, and all kinds of mental crap from repeated shitty lifetimes. I can't just tell him. He might completely lose it and I'm not getting into a fight with him if he does."

Costan took that moment to interject, "tell me what, oh God of humanity?"

"Calm it with sarcasm, you aren't ready for the news."

Murphy didn't like God's answers, so provided one of his own. "Hey, you might want to have a seat for this. It's pretty bad, and I feel bad for having to be the one to tell you."

Costan pulled a chair out of an item box, the one that he used expressly for furniture, and sat down.

"What horrible news do you bring?"

"Um, how to say this..." Murphy fumbled about his words for a while before just being out with it. "The Nekogians, as a species, went extinct two to three million years ago."

Costan just stared at him while pacing his breathing. It was obvious that he wanted to slap the solidity out of them and leave the gods liquid. He settled for a basic, "so, the fuck do I do now?"

The gods just sat there, silently thinking about things. "I have nothing to go back to, in any universe, or on any world. How about you tell me the how and why of what happened to cause it?"

"The thing is that we are human gods, and it didn't involve humans. We heard about it through the metaphorical grapevine, so not all of it is sure to be true. But, since nobody has seen or heard from any of the Nekogian pantheon, it's probably factual on the extinction part. Gods can't exist without believers, you know."

Costan pinned his ears back, "out with it beard-o!"

Murphy didn't want to repeat everything that they had heard, but Costan's glare was starting to get physically painful. "Okay, so the Smarcions were attacked by the Shtukas, who were pretending to be Nekogians. They virus bombed multiple Smarcion worlds and outposts", he stopped to take a breath.

"They had stolen one of the few remaining Nekogian slip drive vessels and used it for delivering the viral contagion discretely. The virus was not discovered until after Smarcion juveniles started to have anomalous symptoms, such as precious pubescence, dementia, stunted growth, and death from age related issues as toddlers. A database dive discovered that it came from a Nekogian vessel."

"The Smarcions launched an investigation of the Nekogians before going to war, but they couldn't make contact. They landed on multiple colonies and stations, but they only found dead Nekogians. The Shtukas had virus bombed them and put misleading information in the Nekogian databanks to pin it on careless Nekogian scientists."

"When the Smarcions got to the Zymphesit system, it was locked down tight. There were defensive stations almost stacked on top of each other. The Nekogians put up a hell of a fight, but with the more advanced defenses and weapons gone, the Smarcions eventually broke the defensive line. A certain Nekogian vessel slipped in while the breach was still chaotic and... dropped a virus bomb before being destroyed."

"So most of my species died from a biological weapon made by the damned feathered fucks and the rest by the Smarcions? Give me a physical form here and access to all the stupid powers that the many pantheons left locked." Costan's mood was bad.

"Easy there Costan, easy. We don't want to fight you."

"Oh no, I'm not after you two. Not only did they kill my people, but they robbed me of my revenge. I'm going to murder those lousy bastards by the bushels."

God decided to put his foot down and refused, sending him living lives through multiple video game worlds. It was more to get him out of the way and calmed down than anything else. Jesus found it amusing, given that he was very into the games throughout the nineties to the thirty five forties.

Costan didn't take it laying down. He intentionally looted everything and built things that shouldn't exist in those places. Jesus sat and watched with snacks as the crazy cat man dismantled those words and universes. God only locked his ability to world hop, so game worlds got absolutely ransacked.

It started with farming simulators and other peaceful games, but really ramped up when Vice City was available. It only got worse with time. GTA V was the breaking point. Not that God changed his mind, no, the divine whatsit that served as a gaming computer broke. The thing burst into flames and was replaced by four of them cludged together, and the insane amount of mod support was something else.

They put him through hundreds or even thousands of hours in many hundreds of thousands of games. Jesus did bring up concerns about how Costan pocketed an entire galaxy from No Mans Sky, but it got an annoyed look as an answer. Murphy was getting the "I'm in danger" chuckles.

Vehicles, equipment, armor, weapons, planets, nothing was safe from the developing cleptomania combined with extra dimensional pockets. He had solar systems and galaxy class freighters in his pockets, like a true RPG main character. He had a farming planet, all kinds of industries, and weapons out the wazoo. He could make or break a galactic civilization with the industry alone, and God gave not a single shit about that.

Costan had more guns than any single anything aside from himself. He was carrying more stuff than Atlas' big brother on steroids and not even being bothered by it. He farmed many of the repeating franchises for things. Like the vending machines and businesses from the GTA series, where the money was the same from game to game. He stole San Fiero, Las Venturas, and more than a few areas of the entire franchise.

Costan considered himself an industrial preparedness advocate and entrepreneur. He realized that he could see the coding when he used a chronoluithetic lens or the spell "true sight" while in the simulacrum of shitty lifetimes. He had it cracked before he finished the first farming sim and was popping cheat codes and dev options discretely. If anyone noticed, they didn't care.

They really fucked up by not locking him out of the builder's and developer's software for Bethesda and WotC, not to mention everything internet related. With the power of development software, he could make, copy, or alter anything. It was fun messing with the laws of reality, especially knowing that the device running the game was creating a limited reality dimension (the reason why he could actually put the things in his dimensional pockets).

He had legitimately enjoyed some of the live throughs. He had enough fun to hack a full copy of everything, including the device(s-ish) that they were running on. The one where he woke up out of cryo and the only civilization was Detroit was a hoot, that mega city didn't know what hit it.

What's scary about a big furry kitty cat person, when they are unhinged and heavily armed. The Fallout series gave him a creepy Deja Voo and uncanny feeling. They finally let him out after he completely bodied GTA XXXV in one hour. God asked if he had calmed down. Costan had, in fact, calmed down, but only on the surface.

God decided to send him back to Earth, this time in 2008. His birth mom was too religious this go around. It wasn't as much of a tragedy, but she refused to be the mother of "the antichrist" or "that mutant". He got adopted by a gay couple who named him Kaz.

Kaz had a normal-ish life for a couple years. But California... One of three kids adopted by a very gay male couple, his life didn't stay normal. It was especially counter normative when one added in that he was not dissimilar to a bipedal large cat. They had adopted him first, but problems quickly arose.

They had a genetic test performed, Kaz was one percent human, the Japanese no smell bad part included, and a partial percent South American Jaguar. He also had thirty three pairs of chromosomes, so he was voted "least likely to make babies". It wasn't anything malicious, just that nothing else had so many pairs. It limited any breeding prospects to something not found on Earth, not naturally at least.

The other two kids were Jose, a Latino boy one year younger, and Jasmine, an Asian girl a year older. It was like they were going for the inclusivity award for the family unit. Kaz didn't speculate on how they were allowed to adopt three, but it seemed excessive to him. Things got really weird when he was talking, walking, and using the bathroom before they realized that swaddling was no longer necessary.

They were surprised, but in a happy way, that they wouldn't have to potty train Kaz. They were very curious about where he had picked it up from. He gave them a nonsensical answer of rambles and rabbit holes, like most children do when they don't know or don't want to be honest. They wrote it off as a fluke.

They were David, an effeminate white Jewish guy, and Luther. Luther was the official father figure, successful in business and surprisingly fit given his job. Luther was a six and a half foot tall black dude with a chill attitude, nothing ever seemed to bother him. David was always dramatic and overreactive, flamboyance to the utmost, and the mom of the family.

Kaz was two years old when he realized that they kept forgetting his birthday. It wasn't a big thing since Jasmine's birthday was the day before his and Jose's was the day after. He thought that it was just being cobbled in or something. Also when he was two, they had his tail removed.

It was not nice, and he expressed as much. They promised to get him ice cream afterwards. They didn't get him ice cream and he cried a lot before and afterwards. He had to relearn how to walk and realized that they never reacted to him crying or took his feelings into account. They had also snuck a circumcision in while he was under for the surgery.

When he was five, Jasmine bit him. She drew blood, but David was more concerned about what prompted the bite than the fact that Kaz was bleeding. Luther feared retaliation or bad habits forming, so Kaz's pointy teeth weren't too pointy after a dentist appointment.

Kaz objected, but was ignored. They promised ice cream, but he pointed out that they used that line before and didn't get him ice cream. He was grounded for calling them liars. They also didn't believe that the bite was unprompted, despite both children telling the same story.

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It wasn't supposed to hurt after the operation, but it hurt badly every time he chewed something or consumed anything that was hot or cold. He told his parents, but they said that it was just his imagination. He avoided anything that was hot, cold, tough, crunchy, or chewy like it was the plague. They thought it was just a thing, and still didn't get him ice cream.

Kaz stopped gaining weight. He shortly started losing weight, and then they started to get concerned. They took him to a pediatrician, again promising ice cream. Kaz didn't even acknowledge the offer, just stared out of the window. They took him there twice a year, just like the other two kids, but this was an extra visit.

The doctor wasted no time in checking him over. Luther was clear about his concerns, even if David thought Kaz looked cuter when he was skinny. The doctor found nothing wrong, until she had him open his mouth.

"What happened to your teeth little guy?"

His two dads explained the whole thing that happened and the doctor tried to keep a straight face and professional demeanor. It was obvious that they were in trouble. She had a nurse come in and sit with Kaz while she "had a little talk with David and Luther".

He, with his cat-like ears, heard it all. "I know that neither of you are stupid, dumb, or incompetent. That said, why would you both think that having Kaz's teeth modified was a good idea? Did you punish Jasmine like this?" It went downhill from there. They didn't get him ice cream.

They ended up paying a lot of money to get a root canal done on every tooth. A lot of money for normal people, but David was a rich kid, Luther was a wealthy man in his own right, and they were married partially out of convenience by their parents. They had again promised ice cream for behavior, and again not delivered.

When Kaz was six, he got a shot of something because David caught Jose whacking it. Jose was five and was starting to grow a mustache. It was supposed to be something to inhibit the early puberty of Jose, but both boys got a three year dose "out of fairness". David had again promised ice cream.

Something happened with Jasmine, so they had to hurry home after the shots. David said that Luther would take them for ice cream later because he had to go get Jasmine from school. Luther didn't know that Kaz got the stick too, and didn't believe his story. Kaz got grounded and no ice cream.

Bad things kept happening. Kaz was always getting picked on, especially at the private school where he attended. He would often come home beaten up, but he only got suspended if he said anything about it. He had very good grades, but everyone knew he hated school; primarily because of the Senator's son and his lackies.

His adoptive parents never remembered his birthday and only gave him silly outfits for Christmas. The vegan diet and chemical suppression didn't help his mentality. They got a foster child and didn't want them to be separate from the other kids, so Kaz's room got moved to the attic.

The attic had more room and more windows. There was even a separate bathroom up there. The catch was that it was the attic and very hot of a summer. It also took two weeks for them to remember to get Kaz a bed and furniture. Summer really sucked for him, attic room, covered in fur, and hot flashes.

Then there was a big incident when he was nine. Kaz got jailed for a year and a half and kicked out of the private school. He was also in a very inhospitable hospital for six months because the police made a big oopsie.

The one that bullied Kaz the most cornered him in the bathroom and then screamed "he's got a gun". The possy ran out before he'd even finished urinating. The police took it seriously and Kaz got shot a bunch of times despite not having any weapons.

The FBI got involved because of the types of kids attending the school, i.e. the senators son and other children of important people. The Federal Bureau of Investigation is why everything took so long. They had the CIA looking into any and all communications before and after the incident, but they only turned up evidence of a hoax.

They gave him a ten year extension on the medroxyprogesterone depot and something that was supposed to inhibit the rewards center of his brain. This was because the same bastards that pulled the hoax claimed that Kaz was a compulsive liar and masturbater. He was not and the drug caused adverse effects, like completely shutting down his dopamine, causing loss of color vision, extreme depression, change of eye color, loss of taste, and other weird and horrible things.

The feds rapped up the investigation in two weeks, but didn't tell anyone that they should have. It was typical federal behavior when a government official is involved in any way. Kaz was stuck being treated like absolute scum in the hospital, then in the state penitentiary.

Usually, children got sent to the juvenile detention center, but due to the crime and presumed horrible nature of Kaz, he went to Prison. They skipped the jail all together. They almost got away with it, but Murphy had other plans, and Kaz went into a villain arch.

Kaz had to dip into his weird powers and sci-fi tech to cure the HIV, hepatitis, chemically induced super depression, and some other things. God and Jesus sent him a message, telling him to do as he wanted but to avoid killing. He could kill, but he was to minimize the body count and environmental damage. "Thuet shalt not nuketh thine foe." They knew how bad society had treated him.

When he was finally home, nobody cared about him or what was done to him. The only private school that would allow him to attend was actually a girls school. Given that he would not be acting like a male until after the age of nineteen, if at all, they let him attend. They made him wear the usual uniform though. He didn't like being in a skirt with leggings, but Luther refused for any of his children to go to public school, not like Kaz was able to be happy anyway.

It was a month of gradually deteriorating health without being taken to the doctor before Kaz finally gathered enough initiative to do something about it. The prison put all inmates with sexually related issues in one cell block, and the food was all poisoned with whatever. Everyone hates certain kinds of people, and Kaz got HIV and hepatitis because he was stuck in the cell block with pedophiles and rapists. Nobody tried any prison romance, mostly because everyone had some kind of food poisoning at all times.

Kaz was fed up with everything after a month of steadily plummeting health and dipped into the weird stuff. He cured himself in minutes and devised an antidote for the dopamine agonist and LhRh antagonist within an hour. He held off on the antidote for "you no puberty" drug because of school. He settled for taking just enough synthetic precursor hormone to maintain a prepubescent testosterone level and prevent them from atrophic demise.

Since he was already dabbling in magic and science fiction, Kaz decided to have some fun when his ability to have fun returned. He set up a bunch of things that he could do to screw with the government and everyone. He just had to wait until he could enjoy "trolling some plebs."

Kaz was thirteen by the time the antidote had fully taken care of the dopamine agonist and he could feel happiness and all the other emotions aside from sadness and fear. His color vision also returned. He still pretended to have no emotion to screw with people, it wasn't hard considering that the agonist had down cycled those emotions by about eighty percent.

He fired up act one of chapter one of what he called "Captain Panic". Kaz had constructed a preprogrammed automaton to be a crazy cartoon villain that's sole purposes were to screw with people (in mass) and construct him a hideaway. Chapter one was establishment of character (completely insane but mostly harmless) and setting.

It all started with a crazy automaton pretending to be a crazy mad scientist, breaking into a hospital, and threatening to cure a cancer patient if they didn't give him one hundred thousand dollars and a speedy car. The news was hilarious, but Kaz had to hide the fact that the drug had worn off. Captain Panic ended up curing five patients and escaped via a jetpack and auto defenestration.

Kaz didn't see it on the news, or in a newspaper, or hear it on the radio. He did not have access to such things. David and Luther had forgotten about him, again. His room was now in the basement because they took in another foster child and Jose was in the attic now.

It was Cassie that showed him the news at school. Kaz reacted by tilting an ear to the side and claiming "that hurt my brain. Please do not expose me to such things again." Cassie (short for Cassandra) agreed to not do such again, Kaz's face was half unresponsive and half scrunched up, as if in pain.

The police and all levels of government put out an all points bulletin for "Captain Panic", with a reward for any information about him/her... it? They wanted to catch the crazy before they caused more havoc. They eventually reduced the bulletin from shoot on site to arrest if able. This was after all of the five cancer patients went into remission with only elevated levels of iron and calcium from the "cure".

Kaz was loving it on the inside, but kept it hidden. Captain Panic always did something once a month or more, but it was always evenly spaced on the calendar and always on a week day. He never struck on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Monday. Due to the limitations of Tuesday through Thursday and always evenly spaced on the calendar, it was easy to predict when.

The authorities still couldn't catch him. He always escaped, never caused bad injuries, didn't cause major property damage, and he always was threatening to do something good because of some delusional belief of something. Like with the hospital, Captain Panic accused the hospital, health insurance, and big pharma of "meeelkang ze encancered of ze monies vilst prolonging ze shufferings oft das population und laundring ze eellegal und forged funds, develuang ze Meericain doolar."

The horrible collage of accents didn't help people understand his ramblings, but it was primarily a German-like accent. By the time Kaz was eighteen, Captain Panic was everyone's favorite failed super villain. There was the time that he threatened to clean all of the heavy metals, plastics, and radiological waste from all bodies of water to spite the snake headed aliens that ran everything from the shadows.

Nobody believed that he could, or that there were such aliens. Captain Panic pulled a Captain Planet and did it while proclaiming "oo chould hab paid meee, behold mine eeeeeevill act." He made a not so secret flying island base as big as Vermont out of all the plastic and contamination.

The world governments were on the edge of either a stroke or a schism, possibly both. They hated Captain Panic, but couldn't just go all out on him due to public opinions. He hadn't killed anyone or did anything bad enough to warrant sending anyone out into the middle of the Pacific Ocean to arrest him. Captain Panic kept his giant flying base in international waters and threatened to become a country.

Kaz actually made it past High School, and successfully turned twenty-five. He used his weird powers to get his emotions back to how they should have been naturally and got his hormones set to pick back up where they left off at the age of six. He had a girlfriend, the daughter of a business mogul. She was also the lead of the Captain Panic news crew and cartoon editor.

His girlfriend was none other than Cassandra. She insisted that Kaz go to the doctor when he lost his voice, despite him feeling okay, just anxious and self conscious. She ended up dragging him to the doctor. The doctor was all smiles after they did the check up and a hormone panel.

"Well, we have wonderful news for you." The doctor waited a second for them to give full attention, Kaz was purring while Cassie petted him. "You might remember receiving a long lasting shot of Depot Provera? It has since worn off and you have started puberty. Congratulations."

Cassie stopped treating him like a pet instantly. "Wait... You used not purr or smile or anything. You're acting like this because of hormones, aren't you?" Cassandra's words cut Kaz like a knife.

"Hold on, I used not be able to feel happy or safe, or anything besides sad and afraid." He managed to speak a little through his mostly non-functional vocal cords. "They had given me a dopamine agonist like the Provera."

The doctor took over at that point and went over everything with the two of them. It was a full hour of explaining what all was going on with Kaz, what was caused by what in the past, and future outlook. Cassie was not expecting everything to come about at once, and stated that if Kaz started acting badly, she would leave him or have him castrated.

Kaz countered her with the truth. He hadn't been a bad person, people liked to frame him for things. The fake school shooting that was perpetrated by the one bastard being the top of the list. He kept past lives a secret.

Time went on, and their relationship changed. It didn't change a whole lot, but Cassie started including him in her "me time". It was a weird change, but a good one. Cassie enjoyed the purring, especially since it was getting more bass and rather powerful. They had to move when an inspector declared that the entire apartment building was unsafe due to loose rivets in the steel beams and micro fractures in the concrete.

Kaz secretly asked if they could just get a place that would be slowly shaken apart by his purring. Cassie was not amused when he proposed that it could have been his fault, but he had some solid points. She asked a civil engineer about the effects of vibration on steel and concrete. The answers shocked her.

Cassie ended up asking her father for help finding a new place that would withstand a lot of shaking. Her father didn't get it at first. Cassie took Kaz to the first family outing ever. Charles, her father was beside himself trying to wrap his head around her boyfriend.

Kaz had been subject to puberty blockers and other drugs, forced to go to an all girls school and wear girls clothes, all sorts of things. He was currently eight feet tall, covered in black fur, cut ties with his own family, and looked like an anime neko man. They were taking a vacation to Paris, and the giant cat man was coming with them.

Cassie's siblings and herself were planning on testing his parenting skills while they were there. She wanted to elevate him from boyfriend to fiancee and maybe husband. She knew about the DNA thing, but they could adopt, and he wasn't so much into sex. She expected that because of his fathers and the state chemically castrating him for thirteen years.

While Paris could be called nice by some, it was the same stinky place it had been. It just had more stupidity, more unwarranted "I'm better than you", more xenophobia, depression, misguided anger, impotence, lack of national pride... The complete opposite of a function populace. It had only gotten worse since the sixty's, and Kaz was stuck taking care of the children, all eight of them.

Kaz didn't mind taking care of the kids. He enjoyed it, being a god tier childcare expert had it's perks. They went to many of the kid friendly places and did many activities. The vacation was supposed to be ten days, but the parents took over on the seventh day. They were surprised that none of them got into trouble, got hurt, or even misbehaved.

Kaz went on a search of the city for a certain jeweler. He had seen the place back in the sixty's, when he purchased a ring for Jenny. Bad memories stirred he shouldn't have bothered with that disloyal wench, but he shook them off and proceeded to the old jewelry shop two blocks east of the Eifel Tower.

He secretly pulled some unique gems from his valuable rocks dimension. A large chunk of tigers eye, some dimensional sapphires, a star diamond, and a nice section of runzeq platinum... this will be a very unique set. He opened the door and stepped inside.

An older gentleman greeted him from the back in French. "A few moments of your time, I'm finishing up a cut." Kaz knew that voice, older now, but he remembered him from way back when. "Take your time and care. Beauty can not be rushed." Kaz, while he didn't have the same voice, did his best to match the intonation and cadence from when he was James.

The machine stopped running and the old jeweler stuck his head around the corner. "James? Damn you got hairy!"

"Sh, it's a secret. I'm not James anymore. I got reincarnated as a furry bastard after I died in Vietnam."

"Keep your secrets, but show me what fancy and unique things my new favorite customer has brought."

"Keep your pants on, name's Kaz now." Kaz pulled out the gems, stones, and metal along side of the drawings of the rings he wanted.

"Cas? Like Cassandra?"

Kaz eventually got the receipt commission for delivery. He was two hundred dollars lighter and the old guy was keeping the extra material, but it was in the works. He got invited to bring his fiance to be to dinner with the old guy, but had to turn down the offer because of her family dinner.

Kaz had a good time with his girlfriend while in Paris, and proposed on the last day of the vacation. She said no, and the disappointed Kaz didn't see the truck running the traffic light. Cosin Tangent's Truck Kun count was now in the multiple thousands.