God's Boredom
Somewhere on the timeline. The Universe runs as good as it ever has. Humans in the Third Dimension are developing- Huge highways, tall skyscrapers which pierce the sky, noisy traffic which disturbs the not-so-peaceful nature, and of course the dirty politics and wars which are very interesting to some of us. But someone is bored of all this. “I do not like this anymore,” said a husky, echoic voice, “I made them for my entertainment, but now it’s all war and fake sympathy. These humans do not entertain me anymore.”
The voice is coming from the top of this universe. The Tenth Dimension. A bright white wide place. So wide that you can’t get around it, and so bright that you can’t open your eyes. In the middle of it lies a golden throne and a small shiny table. On that golden table lies a small dusty old laptop. A broken one. The dark figure is sitting on the golden throne, his one leg over the other, sitting in full authority. He's so dark that you can’t ignore him in this utter bright space. This is AYAN, the god of this universe. “Man, help me! I’m out of ideas. I’m bored. If that's possible for me.” Ayan cried. His laptop vibrates, and golden text appears on the pitch-black screen. The text reads:
My Lord, I’m very sorry to see you in this terrible situation. Being bored is one of the first feelings you can ever have. But such a divine entity like you doesn’t deserve this. Do not put your mind to worry, my Lord. I have an exciting plan for your entertainment.
Ayan takes a breath of relief and slouches on his golden throne. “So, what is it that you want to offer, my friend?” Ayan asked. The laptop vibrates, and new red text appears on the screen, which reads,
Lower in the lands of the Seventh Dimension lies a beautiful conflict of nature. That conflict has made it impossible for life to form in the Seventh Dimension on its own. Sire! Your most intelligent creation is Human, of course after me. So why don’t you pick your favorite one and give them the task of setting life in the barren and conflicted lands of the Seventh Dimension?
Ayan jumps from his throne, excited and happy, but sits back, confused. He slouches again and gives an uncertain breath. “But how will HE survive in that ugly place if no life can sustain there? You said that yourself,” said Ayan, looking displeased once again. This time, the laptop did not respond. The screen goes blank, and Ayan sits confused, looking at his pitch-black hands, then stares at the wide bright land. He gets up from his throne and starts to walk. “This feels nice. I do not even recall the last time I got up from my precious throne.” Ayan said to himself. He walks with big steps; the bright land turns black at the points of his steps and remains black forever. Slowly, he starts running — faster and faster, and faster. Back in the Human World, countries are getting flooded, tsunamis strike Japan, and twisters eat up entire farms in the west. In the same cloudy and striking weather, an old-age lady stands in the middle of a road. Cars honk at her, boys all around try to get her inside her house, but fail. “I won’t go. Leave me alone. They took my boy. My boy Jarod! He’s only 30, and they took him. He’s a careless little boy,” the lady cried and sits in the middle of the road. Tears run all over her face. “Come on, Grandma. He’s a grown-ass man, he’ll come back, for sure. Please.” a boy asks her.
Back in the Tenth Dimension; The god Ayan is running as fast as light. The bright land is almost hundred percent black. Only few white spots are left to be covered by his steps. He stops in front of his golden desk and throne. Stretches and cracks his back, and takes a deep breath. "Oh! Jarod, How are you?" Ayan asks from Jarod, a common looking man in his 30s, confused on his whereabouts and obviously scared after seeing the huge dark figure standing in front of him asking "how are you?".
Jarod takes few steps back, quevering. Trembles and falls on the now-black ground. "W-Who the hell are you?" He asked in a trembling manner. "Why am i here? Am I dead?"
"Yes." Ayan replied, "You're dead."
