There are some things that are destined to happen. Sure, we might not know what those things are as they stand in the present. Once those things happen, they couldn't have gone any other way. The events created something for the future, whether it be an invention we can't live without or a concept we couldn't imagine not existing within our minds. But we have nothing to worry about. After all, whatever happens happens, right?
As her conversation further intrigued me, she and I made our way to my home. We intended to do some research there. I figured my parents wouldn't mind me having a friend over, even though they were not warned about it ahead of time.
While we walked, I figured we might as well talk some about the whole Jesus thing and how he made it back to the first 'Layer of Existence'. We knew from the short talk about him was that he died. Rather, he sacrificed himself. Certainly, he did other great things, but we chalked it up to time creating legends that hadn't truly happened. After all, how does one singular person turn water into wine? How do they force birth upon someone that was still a virgin? Too much didn't make much sense. However, who was I to judge?
We came to the risky conclusion that, in order to return to her dimension, she would have to sacrifice herself. The idea of it terrified her, but it was the only lead we had. Either that or somehow create something that doesn't exist in our universe, much like she had done to get here. Good luck on something like that to happen.
We had nearly made it to my house, roughly a block away before I asked what the purpose of the first layer of existence was to look upon the second layer, my layer.
"It might sound bad, but we are seen as creators," she explained. "We are the ones that give the people down here a purpose. We lead them to where they need to go in order to fulfill the great destiny of the universe."
"That kind of sounds like you use us as some kind of pawns for a twisted game," I commented.
"I guess you could look at it that way. It's one of the reasons I knew you were still alive," she said. "You're one of the people in this dimension that I control. I've been trying to keep an eye on you to keep you safe. As safe as I could, anyways."
This made me stop dead in my tracks. "So you're telling me that you've been controlling my life?" I shouted.
"It's not like that-" she started.
"No, you just said you've been controlling me." I said. "Do I even get a say in my own destiny? Can I even set foot someplace because I want to and not some 'god' leading me there?"
A single tear began rolling down her cheek. "It's not like that," she said. "We aren't doing it as some kind of game, we do it because if we don't, the lives of the people here have no purpose. It's billions of lives wasted."
"So now we can't decide a future for ourselves," I said. "Look, I wanted to like you. And I wanted to believe what you've been telling me. But you straight up telling me that us people have no purpose without a 'leader', I don't know if I can be friends with you."
I left her behind as I made my way into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. I was still angry about what all was said. I felt as though I let my anger get the best of me, but I felt as though what I'd said was right. It had to be. I looked down at my phone. The fact that she hadn't even tried calling or messaging me yet must have said something about her character. She wanted for us to meet up just so she could mess with me. After all, how was I supposed to just easily believe that I was a god but died and became human? What kind of system even works like that? Sure, it's a cool idea, but it couldn't actually be possible.
I figure to take my mind off this, I'd call up a friend, a real friend, and meet up for a soda later today.
With tears flooding my eyes, I somehow managed to get back to the cemetery we had met up at earlier. I sat down, leaning against a tree stump and just wept.
Was I really such a bad person for helping a helpless world? Sure, free will wasn't what humanity thought it was, but it still somewhat existed. We simply pushed people in the right direction, staging events every once in a while to cause change in the world.
I especially hated an event I had set to play out. I tried to sway it by getting trapped here, to keep him on my good side. It seems fate has its own twisted ways of being seen through. My friend, Charles, the friend that had abandoned me, believing me to be a liar, he's destined to die tonight. A man is supposed to come into a restaurant and accidentally shoot Charles. His death is supposed to open people's eyes and change gun laws in this town.
After playing the gruesome scene in my head, I was still driven to stop it from happening. But how? Then it hit me. I know when and where it's supposed to happen. I can simply step in and jump in front of the bullet. It would be a sacrifice that would send me back to my dimension, it would keep him alive, and everything would play out as its supposed to. A person would still die and the law would still change.
That night, me and Nicole met at the Greedy Shack, and bought ourselves a soda to split. We had kind of been looking to date for a while, why not using this as the perfect night to make my move?
As we made our way to the booth against the far wall of the restaurant, I sat across from her with a good view of the front door. Things were going great until there was a disagreement going on between a man and the cashier over at the counter. Nicole and I turned our attention to it, chuckling. There was something dark about us that makes us find fights hilarious. We saw the man turn to us. We thought he was pointing at us. Just then, Meghan ran through the front door and knocked the man over, a gunshot ringing out across the building.
Paradoxes are a very interesting concept. The idea that, due to something that shouldn't exist in our reality, it causes permanent damage to our timeline that shouldn't have happened. A man going back in time and killing his grandfather, for example. With him dead, the man can't be born to go back in time to kill him in the first place.
A paradox is exactly what happened, which is why no characters are speaking at this moment. But what could have cause such an incredible paradox?
Meghan prevented an important death from happening. He was destined to die, but she stopped it. In doing this, the universe had no idea where to put her. She was a Layer 1 being that died in Layer 2, without being registered as existing in Layer 2. Normally, they would die and move to Layer 3 (ghost), but because of her misplacement, the system didn't know where to put her and wiped her from existence.
In wiping her from existence, it causes another paradox. She couldn't have interfered in the shooting if she didn't exist.
As her conversation further intrigued me, she and I made our way to my home. We intended to do some research there. I figured my parents wouldn't mind me having a friend over, even though they were not warned about it ahead of time.
While we walked, I figured we might as well talk some about the whole Jesus thing and how he made it back to the first 'Layer of Existence'. We knew from the short talk about him was that he died. Rather, he sacrificed himself. Certainly, he did other great things, but we chalked it up to time creating legends that hadn't truly happened. After all, how does one singular person turn water into wine? How do they force birth upon someone that was still a virgin? Too much didn't make much sense. However, who was I to judge?
We came to the risky conclusion that, in order to return to her dimension, she would have to sacrifice herself. The idea of it terrified her, but it was the only lead we had. Either that or somehow create something that doesn't exist in our universe, much like she had done to get here. Good luck on something like that to happen.
We had nearly made it to my house, roughly a block away before I asked what the purpose of the first layer of existence was to look upon the second layer, my layer.
"It might sound bad, but we are seen as creators," she explained. "We are the ones that give the people down here a purpose. We lead them to where they need to go in order to fulfill the great destiny of the universe."
"That kind of sounds like you use us as some kind of pawns for a twisted game," I commented.
"I guess you could look at it that way. It's one of the reasons I knew you were still alive," she said. "You're one of the people in this dimension that I control. I've been trying to keep an eye on you to keep you safe. As safe as I could, anyways."
This made me stop dead in my tracks. "So you're telling me that you've been controlling my life?" I shouted.
"It's not like that-" she started.
"No, you just said you've been controlling me." I said. "Do I even get a say in my own destiny? Can I even set foot someplace because I want to and not some 'god' leading me there?"
A single tear began rolling down her cheek. "It's not like that," she said. "We aren't doing it as some kind of game, we do it because if we don't, the lives of the people here have no purpose. It's billions of lives wasted."
"So now we can't decide a future for ourselves," I said. "Look, I wanted to like you. And I wanted to believe what you've been telling me. But you straight up telling me that us people have no purpose without a 'leader', I don't know if I can be friends with you."
I left her behind as I made my way into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. I was still angry about what all was said. I felt as though I let my anger get the best of me, but I felt as though what I'd said was right. It had to be. I looked down at my phone. The fact that she hadn't even tried calling or messaging me yet must have said something about her character. She wanted for us to meet up just so she could mess with me. After all, how was I supposed to just easily believe that I was a god but died and became human? What kind of system even works like that? Sure, it's a cool idea, but it couldn't actually be possible.
I figure to take my mind off this, I'd call up a friend, a real friend, and meet up for a soda later today.
With tears flooding my eyes, I somehow managed to get back to the cemetery we had met up at earlier. I sat down, leaning against a tree stump and just wept.
Was I really such a bad person for helping a helpless world? Sure, free will wasn't what humanity thought it was, but it still somewhat existed. We simply pushed people in the right direction, staging events every once in a while to cause change in the world.
I especially hated an event I had set to play out. I tried to sway it by getting trapped here, to keep him on my good side. It seems fate has its own twisted ways of being seen through. My friend, Charles, the friend that had abandoned me, believing me to be a liar, he's destined to die tonight. A man is supposed to come into a restaurant and accidentally shoot Charles. His death is supposed to open people's eyes and change gun laws in this town.
After playing the gruesome scene in my head, I was still driven to stop it from happening. But how? Then it hit me. I know when and where it's supposed to happen. I can simply step in and jump in front of the bullet. It would be a sacrifice that would send me back to my dimension, it would keep him alive, and everything would play out as its supposed to. A person would still die and the law would still change.
That night, me and Nicole met at the Greedy Shack, and bought ourselves a soda to split. We had kind of been looking to date for a while, why not using this as the perfect night to make my move?
As we made our way to the booth against the far wall of the restaurant, I sat across from her with a good view of the front door. Things were going great until there was a disagreement going on between a man and the cashier over at the counter. Nicole and I turned our attention to it, chuckling. There was something dark about us that makes us find fights hilarious. We saw the man turn to us. We thought he was pointing at us. Just then, Meghan ran through the front door and knocked the man over, a gunshot ringing out across the building.
Paradoxes are a very interesting concept. The idea that, due to something that shouldn't exist in our reality, it causes permanent damage to our timeline that shouldn't have happened. A man going back in time and killing his grandfather, for example. With him dead, the man can't be born to go back in time to kill him in the first place.
A paradox is exactly what happened, which is why no characters are speaking at this moment. But what could have cause such an incredible paradox?
Meghan prevented an important death from happening. He was destined to die, but she stopped it. In doing this, the universe had no idea where to put her. She was a Layer 1 being that died in Layer 2, without being registered as existing in Layer 2. Normally, they would die and move to Layer 3 (ghost), but because of her misplacement, the system didn't know where to put her and wiped her from existence.
In wiping her from existence, it causes another paradox. She couldn't have interfered in the shooting if she didn't exist.
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