“HOW DID WE GET HERE?” She asked.
“Portal. The people of this multiverse want my fancy watch thing so that they can be all powerful.”
“Wait. You are all powerful?”
“Well, yeah, with this watch thing – pretty much.”
“I’m confused,” she said. “And why is your arm in a sealed glass tube?”
“That’s the loophole in the ‘pretty-much’ part. They created a boundary where Cassndra’s Oracle, that’s the A-11 watch on my wrist, cannot act beyond. It cannot affect anything outside of the clear chamber. This way, they hope to learn how it works, separate it’s operating system from my neural network and reengineer it for themselves so they can take over the multi-verse and be the biggest bads of all time.”
“So why aren’t YOU the biggest bad of all time?”
“It sucks, that’s why.”
He looked at his watch through the clear tube that encased his arm. It looked like something akin to a giant test tube with pins anchoring it through the meat of Phil’s shoulder.
“It’s also because I know better. Being a god isn’t all its cracked up to be. They either think they are an immortal spirit or some scientific-poly-morphic-super race destined to be masters of it all. I don’t care about that shit. That’s why they trust ME with the watch.”
“Are we going to die?”
“What about my family?”
“Well, there’s the lottery ticket I gave you.”
“A lot of good it does for me here.”
“You dropped your bag, remember?”
He put his right hand on his mouth and talked through his fingers.
“Right now, their scientists are freaking out. I bet that right about now they are JUST realizing that the security levels behind the A-11 are NOT breakable by their technology.”
“So they’ll let us go?”
“How are we going to get out?,” she asked.
“Well, you know how in SciFi movies, people find ways out of impossible situations all the time?”
“This isn’t Star Trek. We’ll die or live in a hell for a fucking long time. And I’m very sorry.”
He started tearing up.
“You fucker! Why did you do this for me?”
“I-I-I liked you.”
“There’s some gum in my back pocket.”
“That shit loses good taste faster than a South Park episode.”
“That’s about as long as we probably have left before any dream of free will will is overwhelmed,” he quipped.
Four alien scientists walked toward the cell with a translation device. They loomed. Silent. Even across infinite universes, the concept of “He who speaks first loses” seems to be a universal tactic of negotiation.
“Oh, I bet you are waiting for me to speak first and find some kind of edge for the HUGE pickle you folks are in. Yeah, never in your species existence will you EVER find something like is on my wrist and it is just bugging you silly that you know how low the odds are of you actually getting it. Yup. It’s Godhood in all its nummy goodness…”
The translation box spoke. “Give us the secrets to unlocking the Oracle or we will kill her.”
“You know one life isn’t worth trashing the Multi-verse for you dick heads. There are billions of mulit-verses where she shows up.”
He turned to her.
“In movies you often see the hero risk an entire society for one person he or she cares about. That, sadly, is stupid. If I tell them how to do what they asked, entire universes would suffer immeasurable harm. But it is worse than that. I have not allowed myself that knowledge for this very reason. They have scanned my brain already. So, in short dearie, we are both fucked. Because I can’t give them what they want, even if I want to. They suspect this of course. But sadly, brain scans don’t reveal everything, so … ”
The guards hauled her away to have her neural network deconstructed and recorded. Another two guards reached for Phil
“I wasn’t done monologuing!”
Phil winced from two pains. The first is that he knew she was going to face the ultimate torture from stupid, brilliant people. The second came from the pins that went through his arm that held the dampening chamber in place.
They drug him down the hallway. The backdrop would not have made for good cinematography. The walls were plain. The floor and walls monotone. The came to a door. Opened it and drug him through.
They walked several corridors and eventually ended up in a command room. On the screen was a planet. On another screen was the image of a spinning asteroid.
“This asteroid was launched by one of our rail guns. it will strike the surface of this planet in thirty minutes. On this planet, are four billion enlightened beings that are everything your species is striving to become. They ARE the best beings in the multiverse. If you don’t tell us how to access this device, we will NOT divert the stone.”
Phis sat silent and bowed his head.
“Fuck, THIS again?. Look, you know I’m just going to tell you I can’t do anything and YOU, knowing I am a compassionate person, are still going to let me behold the death of an entire planet of rich, enlightened beings for the mere chance I can tell you more than your fucking brain scans can reveal. Do you realize just how stupid that is?”
They stood silently. The tall guy on the end seemed to get how stupid it was by the look on his face. The leader spoke to Phil telepathically.
“Tell us anything to put us on the track of gaining this power and we’ll stop it. We saw connections to the device that have mysterious purposes. What are they?”
“Here, I’ll tell you this, it works by tapping on the surface. It uses a pattern code to receive commands called MORSE CODE. ”
“We know that. What is its power source? HOW does it access and manipulate universes across multiple dimensions? What are the mathematics that allow for that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then watch this planet of enlightened beings die. How many universes have to exist to get ONE planet like this Phil?”
“So tell us.”
“Sorry, but all I can use the A-11 for is to get cats out of trees in root universes. When you understand chaos theory a little better, you know how powerful that is.”
He watched as the asteroid struck the planet. The blue-green planet erupted in orange and red as massive amounts of dirt, water and magma went hurling into space. He looked at his wrist.
“I sometimes wish I never saw this fucking thing.”
The face of the A-11 started glowing on Phils’ wrist.
“Well, there it is. Cassy has found me. But you knew that would happen didn’t you? With the glass field separating the oracle from me, you know that she can only teleport the watch and my arm from inside the tube, and you are hoping that she, out of love, will wait it out in an effort to save me, giving you more time to break the encryption.”
They sat. Cool. Expecting the conversation exactly as it unfolded.
“But let me tell you about Cassie. She’s a bitch. If I know her timing, it should go … NOW!”
On cue, Phil’s arm disappeared from the glass sleeve with the A-11. Phil, unable to teleport with the device, remained behind his arm gushing blood into the chamber attached to his shoulder. It looked like a giant blood sample being drawn.
“You guys gonna try and save me?”
They stood there disgusted at the ensuing mess as pints of blood spewed into the tube and onto the floor.
“Didn’t think so,” said Phil. He fell face down unconscious.
He bled out into the containment chamber as the planet raged beneath.
They scanned his brain again afterward and constructed a virtual Phil, but he was not the same of course, just like before, there was nothing useful to find except how to use the device.
They quickly cremated his meat and threw his ashes into the fragments of the planet below and filed his virtual self away in case more information comes up the Oracle and its powers theory.
Reports were filed, and the newly mediocre universe rolled on…
Meanwhile, in another universe, the entire population of enlightened beings appeared on the exact same planet out of thin air.
No reports were filed, and the newly upgraded universe rolled on …