Hope you guys like the new fiction.
any bashing I do towards religions or jobs is completely for fictional purposes and do not reflect my opinion. Not held responsible~
Hmmm, I feel like I should put a proper rant like usual however let's just get to the reading already.
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NASA Outpost: Mars
It’s time for the next log. Ugh, it’s not like anything new has happened since yesterday.
As he plays with a Rubix cube another uneventful day passed for the astronaut Wesley Bourne. As a self-proclaimed genius that climbed the ranks in NASA he was dispatched to Mars for
information gathering. AKA dirt shoveling.
However one event forever changed his life; not only his life but also life on Earth.
2016:
After summarizing todays uneventful work he stands and walks back to his bunk to sleep when suddenly his legs start to disappear, following the rest of the body moving upwards. Legs, chest, neck, and before he can react his whole self has been gobbled up and transported.
Materializing inside of a room he looks around to try and assess the situation and calm down at the same time. Thankfully the room seems to have a calming effect that helps him do so.
One reason would be the fact that he didn’t materialize inside of some torture room or apartment with a big black sphere with others standing around it like the manga he loves to read in his free-time.
Right in front of him is an expensive wood office desk you would see in your career boss’ office or maybe the dean to your college. On this desk is a small nameplate engraved “God, Medical Quack, PhD.”
Feeling as this is all too much, Wesley slumps down into an extra-soft cushioned couch while trying to reason if he is experiencing space hallucinations like some previous astronauts have detailed. If so, then this is probably the most exciting thing that has happened since arriving at the godforsaken planet of Mars.
While admiring all of the various items on the bookshelves such as different versions of the Bible and other “Higher Being” texts he doesn’t notice that a certain person has formed, sitting on the other side of the desk watching him with an amused smile. More like a grin if you look closely.
“*Ahem* Mr. Bourne I see you like my office, I have always favored the psychologist role when speaking to mortals.”
Wesley almost soiled himself and fainted at the same time when God was clearing his throat. Turning his head mechanically like a rusted wheel he warily scrutinizes this odd fellow that looks more like a scientist who wants to experiment on a subject rather than a doctor who wants to help a patient recover mentally.
God, who is leaning back in his leather chair, wears a button up shirt with a tie that has the words “Can’t touch this” sewed on it. Furthermore to top it off he has obviously fake glasses to complete whatever image he is trying to get across.
Many questions come to his mind and God chooses the least important one first: Was Jesus really your son?
God laughs, “Of course not! When I met him after he died his face was priceless! He was like, ‘Holy shit, you are actually real! I’m so glad spending all of my money on that extra cask of wine and doing a quick switch-up with the water while no one was looking was actually worth it.’ Yeah it was fun, I and he got along for a while then I sent him to reincarnate with his memories intact as an adult to a world where religion was shunned and he got burned at the stake when he tried to pull another 'Jesus con job'. That’s what happens when you toss around my name and 'beliefs' without consent.”
Wesley feels a shiver down his spine and sweats after hearing this but at the same time is somewhat relieved, I’m so glad I’m not Christian!
“Alright so let’s get serious and go to the predicament at hand. Technically you are dead. However that is only because I am remaking your new body for you. Aren’t I so generous huh?...Not. You are going to be my entertainment for the next few centuries or until you’re killed!”
What? I’m his plaything now? Can I go back to my room?!
Hearing his thoughts the nefarious “psychologist” smirked and continued with his explanation,
“Anyways for now let’s watch how your third rock from the sun is dealing with my new creations hehe. After all, you’re going to be seeing a lot of interesting things for a long time.”
After God said this he walked over to a window that was covered by office blinds. Once the string was pulled, the blinds shot up and revealed what was on the other side of the window. Instead of a hallway or cubicle with a busy co-worker, the outside shows Earth as if one stood in outer space above the planet.
The breath taking scene literally took Wesley’s breath away as he bolted upright on the couch and only after several (non)breaths did he calm down. He gazed back and forth between the mysterious god and epic sight of Earth until God finally walked back to his seat and plopped down with an appreciative sigh. One would think since Wesley is an astronaut such a sight should be less impacting, however how many times does an astronaut go out into space their entire life?
Even God admits the beauty, Such a planet in this backwater star system, only the first one that will be changing in the near future. The players have almost been set…
Both of them shared a silent peaceful moment until God broke the silence,
“Now, let’s zoom in and watch your family try to survive the chaos. After you see everything whether you despise me or not is up to you.”
This was the first time Wesley saw God’s glum facial expression and prepared for whatever would come next. However, how could he prepare for the horrors to come?
As if it were a hologram God raised his arms then slightly spread apart and the display of Earth zoomed in. It kept zooming until it stopped at a familiar house in New York. The moment Wesley saw this house he felt excited to see it. However the excitement soon descended into terror.
In front of the small home situated in the suburban community, a group of little green humanoids are trying to break in through the front door. After some grunting and kicking an older looking man opens the door intending to give an earful of profanities to the supposed solicitors banging on his door.
Instead he finds those abominations wearing nothing but loincloths and waving daggers with beady-looking eyes ready to attack. Before he can even respond, the goblins impale him with the rusty daggers ending his life.
Wesley tries to stop the tears from flowing after seeing his father dies. Drowning in his own sorrow he starts to blame himself. Several thoughts flow through his mind as he doesn’t notice that god is currently weaving several complex spells with strange characters.
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Pentagrams appear underneath Wesley that reinforce the calming effect several fold, making his despair lighten and his mind once again back on track. With a solemn sigh, God continues moving the display to different people Wesley knows, showing the hardships each is going through.
Unnoticeable to Wesley he has been watching this for several years already. However, time flows differently in the small quaint office compared to Earth. What have been several years already of experiencing each of his friends lives after the apocalypse, time outside on Earth has been passing by the decades.
Until finally the last person he recognized was brutally murdered by a non-descript monster in his sleep. At first the continuous death of everyone he knows almost broke him if it weren’t for the intricate spells God laid out in the beginning. Who knows, he might have even tried to fruitlessly kill himself.
However as the time passed along, it was almost like he was desensitized to the constant slaughter. Even going so far as to be at peace and finally glad for the last one that passed away. In his mind he thought that all of them would find some better life after that. Whether it is reincarnation or however ‘life after death’ was, at least they would be done with that literally God-forsaken planet.
The mastermind of all of this was sitting in his chair behind the desk and looking at the mortal in front of him with a tinge of regret not common to him. With a sigh he tries to console himself, This is all to prepare him for his task as a Sovereign.
As for Wesley, he doesn’t blame God even though he was responsible for this, It’s useless to blame someone about something I have no control over and already happened. Only by getting stronger can I alter the fate of those around me!
Now that the emotional part of the history was displayed, God started to show him the scenes of what was happening all over the world. Many nations’ military was shut down within days and the common populace wasn’t saved like they wished. The only military that survived was the ones that went ‘underground’ trying to mitigate their losses and restructure their forces.
That included black ops forces from each of the major powerhouses on the planet and other private military groups. Unfortunately all of the major players ‘known’ headquarters such as the CIA, MI7, etc. were hit the hardest. The larger the group, the more monsters surrounded them. It was similar to WWII on the battlefield where everyone goes after the tanks first and then deals with the foot soldiers. The large factions took the heat while small PMC’s escaped faster. All the while CDC was pussyfooting, not sure if the situation would even change if they even committed to the effort, what with zombies being the least of the worries of new monsters appearing.
The spawning of the monsters both intelligent and idiotic was enough to overwhelm large places like nuclear silos and other WMD’s. This may or may not have to do with a certain god who didn’t want to completely destroy the planet. Sort of hypocritical to almost ruin the planet he marvels at all the time; however the whims of a god change like the panties on a prostitute.
Information flowed through his mind seeing where people made rookie mistakes in survival or fell to greedy and depraved acts; as organizations’ conduct led to disaster and groups fall into disorder. One could say that this process was suited to mold him into what was needed to rule people. All he needed now was personal power!
If he were to keep a throne, power was needed to dissuade the less orderly individuals. A show of force without force is blasphemy towards George Lucas! As Wesley was sidetracked in his odd musings God summoned popcorn and enjoyed the sight of mortals as they tried to build spaceships suitable for travel to Mars.
The spacecraft construction was exponentially faster with the new skills people obtained. High-level Mages could use the earth element to draw in expensive metals that would make a pre-apocalypse billionaire faint. Other classes like Techno-Mage, Elite Engineer, Gravity Mage, etc. were all essential personnel that helped build those massive behemoths.
Even after several test failures it still didn’t let their spirits down. When it comes to death, even a math professor would cheat.
After a few bitter years, the spaceship that was boarded launched directly towards Mars. Maybe it was fate’s (or God’s) twisted sense of humor, but the name of the ship was the Exodus taken from the old testament of the Bible.
“So, are you ready to meet the humans again?” God looks to his movie buddy with amusement.
Wesley, who is used to God’s perpetual state of amusement replies, “Remember what you said about making me a new body? I want to know what your scheming old man.”
A mock gasp escapes God’s lips before he answers, “Old man?! Che-, kids these millennia…alright so your new body is of a new race called Neo-Terran. Since you haven’t been out there with the Earthlings leveling up and learning skills AKA getting stronger, this new race should help you even the odds. As a Neo-Terran you will automatically be excellent at magic. A step above any others, however your physical body will be sub-par. That isn’t to say you can’t always find ways to make up for that: Advanced tech like implants, or ‘futuristic’ full body light armor that looks like the ones on the video games you played.
Anyways since I was personally making this new race I added something to you that isn’t really allowed for us gods to do. The only reason I did this is because this universe is archaic and this galaxy is in the boonies. The other universes are overseen by different gods so there’s really no need to worry about them interfering. The addition is part of my divine essence was inserted into you. That means you are technically part-god. You now are immortal but not invincible, can split yourself into 2 persons, and best of all: your magic is Creation! How much you create and what you create is restricted of course, however the more you use it the greater the magic will become.
There isn’t much more I’m going to tell you other than: When you wake up you will find a small present from me, and the last advice is for you to expand and gain power. I’m sending you to your body a week before the ship from Earth arrives so you can get used to your body and try to understand the state of affairs.”
Before God could even hear a peep out of Wesley, the information-overloaded-now-immortal-being was sucked back into his Neo-Terran body.
God lets out a ‘fufufu’ laugh then picks up a mythology book describing Loki and settles down with a grin, These mortals liked my persona so much that time that they wrote books on it huh?