God's Pity, Chapter 1

He died. How dare he? He left me all alone. Well, screw this. I walk to the docks. My bare feet enjoy the wood under them. I reach the edge. I dive. I keep swimming down and open my eyes. I see the support beam, and swim towards it. I reach it, and I grab onto it; it is slimy, but it will hold me. I pull the rope out of the pocket I put in my skirt, I never did understand why skirts never came with pockets…everyone needs to hold stuff sometimes. I lashed myself to the beam and laughed. Soon it was all gone.
A dark figure swam down to me. His face was skeletal, but the rest of him resembled a human. “Do you wish to know he asked, and to teach others?” It was odd watching him talk, like a movie that had fallen behind it’s audio file. His face moved but only half a minute later did the words reach me.
“Sure, why not. I don’t have anything better to do down here.”
He touched the ropes around my wrists, ankles, belly, neck…well, everywhere I tied myself to the pole, and as he did, they dissipated. I swam up with him. As I rose to the surface his face changed, slowly morphing into a person. His brown-hair remained dry. His eyes were green and wide-open. His cheek-bones were high on his face and deeply indented. His nose was very very round. His lips were thin and he was very tall. I reached the surface of the water and his face was fully transformed…it had seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn’t recall how I knew him.
“Do I know you?” I asked him awkwardly.
“Probably,” he said briefly.
“Where from?”
“Nein, this isn’t my job to figure that out. You can do that on your own.”
Normally I would have called him mean, but I didn’t much care, “So now what do we do, do I reave people’s souls or something?”
“No, that isn’t what we do. We get to judge people…for God and stuff.”
“Why can’t he do that himself…or sorry, Himself. Also, are we really so reliable?”
“Well, you can’t. You have to wait a hundred years first, then most people you know are going to be dead, and you will probably have lost most of your biases. Over time, you just stop caring. Also, do you really except some big ol’ creator cares to watch over us…the pile of ‘maybe’s. He has to survey that the good get good treatment, and survey that the bad get bad treatment, each according to their crimes. Honestly, do you have any idea how many generations of folks he has to watch over up there. It is very difficult to deal with things that are immortal, like souls and stuff.”
“So what do I do for the next hundred years? Wait?”
“This is the best part, you get to do anything you want. You can reveal yourself to the living at will, but remember, you are dead, and they do know that…consider their reactions. Or you can observe them, or just take part in whatever part of life you wish.”
“Alright, so is there anything you should tell me…like how to reveal myself to someone.”
“Just touch their shoulder, and stick your tongue out at them. That’s all, you don’t really need to know how to use your other powers right now.” With that he simply faded.

a strange dream

The following is a strange dream in which my spanish teacher was teaching me metaphysical ninja-ness. These are two of the Epic theories he told to me.

"The trick to it all is this. You can see all truths at once (now don’t get silly on me, you cannot go rewriting any matrix or bullcrap like that, you are confined to human capabilities) . A wise man once said that reality was a three edged sword, your side, their side, and the truth.” he paused heavily for a moment. He had been teaching me for quite some time. These are the lessons my dreams have revealed to me. “well if you can multitask well, than this may be easier than some lessons. Here, as you see both realities, they both become your own, even theirs. If theirs is yours, as they both combine to become the real truth, as all sides of truth must do, than it seems as though you were in two places at once. In reality you were, but only because your mind made it so. This enables much. No one has ever come back and survived, mentally, from attempting to do three actions, each in a different reality, so please do not try. As you do this, if you are doing kindly and properly, in the eyes of reality, than you may see time slow down, it realizes that you haven’t finished making decisions, so with neither truth invented yet, reality has difficulty to invent one originally, reality just happens to be really good at collages, it isn’t so good at painting. So it may slow things down to give you some time to finish your thought. If reality finds what you are doing wrong, by its standards (which have little to do with conventional morality), reality might manage to invent something entirely randomly, but it isn’t likely."

After a brief moment of consideration on my part, and a good deal of practice I fully understood and he continued with the lesson.

“Good,” my master told me, “now you know that two people cannot do this at the same time, so this way the newest one always wins. I was the person in the forest fire as well. You did it properly since I was only about to get hit by the car instead. Next you are to attempt to warp time like I mentioned earlier. Nothing drastic here. Just split basically, then you can do some too quick footwork to make it look like you are hovering…also, gravity doesn’t change speed…just you. So it will seem like you are much more powerful. Be careful. Take this spear…after floating, you are going to throw it as far as you can.” I muddled my mind so that time might slow and thought how I might fly…I pulled out a rope after a few moments and did some basic third law stuff. I rocketed off into the sky, with my increased power thing when I kicked off the ground I went soaring, same with pushing off from the rope I sort of hovered. close enough anyway. I would pick up the skill later. I picked up the spear and through as hard as I could towards the woods. I returned…

Here starts another lesson.

“this is not something I can tell you with logic. You just have to learn it, believe it, and accept it.” with that said, he warped us to a river’s edge. He pulled out a basin and filled it with water as it ran. “I will show you that which is water and does not want to be.” he cupped his hands together and lowered them beneath the water’s surface. Once they were full he pulled his hands out and as he pulled it out, the water in his hands began to darken. It began to look like tar. Then as it darkened still more he pulled away his first hand, holding it now only in his right. He pulled his fingers apart, as if holding a sphere, and the murk didn’t fall. then it began to suddenly squirm. He clasped his left hand over top of it, as if a bird in captivity. It shook violently this thing in his hands. He forced it down into the basin of water and it stilled. He pulled his hands away and suddenly I was reminded of the movie Spirited Away. I was reminded of No-Face. It began to shrink, and as soon as it had room enough to, it swam about the water, shrinking all the while, screaming painfully and a picture of torture filled my mind. Not of my own but of this creature, which was sad. But soon it melted away back into the water once again, all gone.

“they will work for you, you know. They will do anything to not be returned to the water.” he dumped the basin into the river. “but you know they must again at some point, otherwise they will become violent. Although they hate it, they cannot live without water. They become violent with every passing second more. As you saw I held it only for a minute. Then again, I hadn’t made a verbal contract with it. They will last up to a day without getting to powerfully violent under contract. Otherwise they are dangerous."

and this sadly is the end to this dream sequency stuff. i found it amusing and spiffy. hope you liked it. *vanishes*