The air in the little room was thick with cigar smoke. It burned
his eyes a little and with every breath his throat sent a little spark of pain
into his brain. He felt his blood coursing through his body and felt his heart
beating in his chest. This is new, he thought. This is not what I was. This is
not what I am, or am I? Where am I? Just as these thoughts caressed his mind in
a wonderfully chaotic dance of electricity and chemicals, which he marveled at,
a man wearing a blue suit and a wide smile came and sat next to him. As the man
looked into his eyes with a smile that brimmed with intention, the synapses and
chemicals began dancing the same song which all seemed to say at once
"Welcome to reality, your name is God". The smile withered away from the
man in the blue suit's face and he placed his hand on God's. The dance
continued, "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience this will cause you, but
you have a job to do and it's time that you started doing it." The man in
the blue suit leaned back against his chair, withdrawing his hand from God's
and pointed to the window on the far side of the room. God turned his face to
the window just in time to notice the wave of atomic fire before it consumed
them both.
There was a moment spent in utter agony as blood boiled and
bones caught fire. But as quickly as it had come, it went away, and the two men
were once again sitting next to each other; the man in his blue suit, and God
marveling at the little sparks in his brain. The man smiled and gestured to the
cityscape that had been neatly swept away by the blast, "It was beautiful.
We couldn't have asked for more. Thank you, sincerely, from all of us, for all
of this. The people you made for us are truly individuals and we cherish their
thought and experience with all our hearts. They love us in return, most
sincerely, and I look forward to an eternity spent with them, all of them. They
asked me to tell you that they love you and to give you a kiss before I sent
you on your way." With that he leaned towards God and kissed him roughly on
his cheek, then on his forehead before he pulled away, "And that one's just
from me."
God took all this in with a pensive grimace which quickly
bloomed into an ecstatic grin. He remembered now. All of his creation, his
future, unfolded itself in his mind with the kiss from the man in the blue
suit. He remembered creating the planets that he wandered aimlessly. He
remembered the experiments with life and thought, with creating things like
himself. He remembered the moment when he conceived of his perfect creation,
the one that would mirror his greatness into eternity. He remembered loving
them, and he remembered destroying them. He remembered the end, when they all
cried that terrible cry. When they all asked him to forgive them for what they
had done. And he remembered telling them that it was over, that they were saved
from ending with the rest of his reality because they had surpassed it, become
more, just as he had always hoped they would. He remembered the joy; that
tangible, overwhelming joy that they shed upon him during the moment that all
of humanity sighed in relief. He remembered, and then he forgot.
The man in the blue suit smiled, "What do you remember?''
God turned to face him, answering the smile with an even broader
one, "I remember that I will enjoy this."
The man bust into laughter and embraced God with both arms, a
tear now tumbling down his cheek, "And so will we." In the next moment
reality blinked from existence and God was left with only his mind, his will,
and his intention, which was to create something. Something that he had known
before and had loved with all his heart. Something that would love him as he
loved it. Something... Something...