Oh, Chris 😔😔😔....

Ah, I see. Well, good story!

Suggestion: funded under supervision

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I want a part three!

I'm an engineer. It was painful to even think about.

How integrals? Shudder

Yandere celebrities ! Haha ! Love the concept, nice twist ! Thanks

I LOVE this turn of event. Effectively the first hero jnto the first villain at the same time. That is wonderful twist and I didn't expect it.

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Base 8???

Nah fuck them no more peace for those dipshit

I don't understand a single word you just said so I'm gonna take your word for that lol

Pt 2.

After school, I rushed to the river. Though I was still skeptical of this new kid, I couldn’t deny what I had seen. He created fire from what seemed like nothing. If it were true and I was a god, I needed to know more.

As I approached the fork, I seen the new kid standing to the right of a large rock, skipping smaller ones across the river’s surface. Just then had I realized that I didn’t even ask his name earlier

“What’s your name.” I asked quietly, not wanting to startle him.

“Adam is my mortal name. But I’m known as Ethdos among the gods. What about you?”

“Ezekiel. But my friends call me Zeke. How do I know you’re telling the truth, you know, about the god stuff?” I asked. Without saying a word, he turned towards the large rock, bent down, and lifted it as if it were a pebble. Once again my jaw dropped. I had never seen anything like this

“You believe me now?” He asked, almost sounding snarky. “Here, you try.” He tossed the rock at me. Instinctively, I jumped back in fear of being crushed. It landed with a loud bang, shaking the earth under my feet. This guy had lost his mind. No way could I ever lift something so big. “Give it a try.” He said, gesturing toward the rock.

I bent down and tried to find a good grip, though it wasn’t easy given it’s size. Once I felt as if I had a good hold with both hands, I tried lifting it. To my surprise, the rock actually rose off of the ground. It was much harder than Adam had made it look.

“See, you’re a god, just like myself. But don’t worry, you’ll get stronger with time. Now we just have to find out what you’re the god of. I’m the god of beauty, which unfortunately means I don’t have any special attributes other than being able to bed with any man or woman I desire. And all the basics like strength and whatnot.” He explained. He began walking towards me.

“How are we supposed to do that? It’s not like I can ask anyone. And I sure as hell don’t know. I only just now found out that I actually am a—“ he placed his hand on my chest, then everything went black

Let me know if you guys want a part 3. I don’t want to type out another part and nobody care to read it 😅

Brought infront of various alien species, of shapes and sizes I would’ve thought impossible, the one who brought me there- green in colour, and almost resembling of old paleo art, nudged me with it’s nose, toward beings that towered over me.

“An average specimen for your viewing. Juvenile, and with a few mental defects. Watch what it can do!”

Okay, that was offensive, and I would’ve much preferred not to have been given a translator, because that just felt mean. I was handed a pen and paper, with foreign eyes looking at me intently. It was a few high-school level equations. Algebra, too, which was my favourite kind of math, since it made sense to my visual learning kind of brain.

Thinking hard for a moment, and then repeating the processes I had been taught, I wrote down the answers to the questions, in very scratchy handwriting. Finishing relatively quickly once I got into a rhythm, I presented my basic algebra to these creatures that were advanced beyond my comprehension. I must’ve looked a bit nervous, because that green, dinosaur-like alien, gently nudged me with its nose again, as if to try to give me some support.

The galactic community infront of me looked positively stunned. And sure, I wasn’t the brightest at maths, but this was just basic algebra that would be taught to 15 year olds. Was it really so complex for them? Or perhaps it was because the average human intelligence wouldn’t compensate for such knowledge? Whatever it was, they seemed impressed.

“What a marvellous creature. And they’re all like this?” An amorphous blob questioned, hollow voice echoing through the spaceship halls. I was lifted up by a few littler blobs, who I assumed were helpers of the big one, but I wasn’t really sure. Well, it wasn’t relevant. I was pretty pleased, because I was getting attention I never would’ve gotten back on Earth.

Cooing and touching my hair, I felt wanted, whereas back home, I was merely berated for my poor test scores and my odd way of thinking.

“The rest of them are kind of mean.” I commented, and they all stared at me adoringly, not stunned by my use of language, aided by the translator, but seemingly by my voice. They spoke to me like normal humans, as if in normal conversation, but I could tell this, to them, was baby-speak, because they talked amongst themselves as if I wasn’t there, too, and their languages were too complex for the measly translator I had been loaned. Well, that was okay. This was nice, and I could get used to this kind of treatment.

(It’s not very good. Sorry about that. I just think that advanced aliens being so enamoured by humanity would be funny.)

They seem to forget, being slothful is not doing nothing, it's making sure you never have to do anything ever again. And so it was I set out to control the minds of the weaker beings around me. My life started out rather normal. My parents were hardworking folk, tending the wild weeds and feeding the seeds to the chickens. We had enough to stay alive, but for me it wasn't enough. I dreaded the thought of having to work for my food. Luckily one winter, the tribe came back around and saw our food stores and joined us. That is when I met Dory, a sweet dolt of a child, barely smart enough to chew her food. I told her my parents and I were gods among men. The gullible lass believed it, what a joke. I told her that she should take over my work or I would take away everyone she loved. It kind of grew from there, because at first she refused, but when her dog died of old age the fay after she actually believed it was my doing. I never tended any crops since and she started the Cult of Me.

My parents were taken from me that winter and without them as my moral compass, I started my path towards damnation. The entire village fell to my Cult, all because of Dory and her sweet heart. The last thing I did was stab the tribe elder when his son wouldn't join my followers. They built me a temple and most of the food they grew, they gave to me. They bathed me, joined me in bed, and eventually I didn't even have to ask for what I wanted anymore. My slothfulness grew so much, they had to create a machine that would help me breath and kept my heart beating. About twenty years after Dory cane into my life, the harshest winter hit our city and it all fell apart. The townies could not take care of themselves as they were focused on me, but most of them froze to death in the first week of frost. Eventually, none were left. My breath halted and my heart stopped. The devil himself came to collect me, since the reaper could not handle my laziness. Lord Morningstar was a good friend, proud of my manifestation of his aspect and rewarded me with the afterlife I only could've dreamed of. The sinners of my lair were to work hard only to keep me alive.

A gunfight has broken out in Lagos city. I took cover behind a police car with my chief as the thugs spammed a machine gun. I knew I had to do something.

"You sure you got this kid? It could be dangerous."

I nodded and ran straight into the smoke. My nerves of steel, coupled with my iron stomach, had made me bulletproof. I used my hands to slice through the thugs, as I was sharp as a tack. I took down the whole operation in minutes, leaving only the leader alive.

"Tell me who sent you or you die like the rest of your crew."

"Heh.." grinned the mob leader, "you don't got the balls to kill me."

Oh you f***ing idiot. I felt my testicles retreating inside my body. Not again.

"Take. That. Back." I muttered, wincing. I just killed his crew, why would I not have the balls to kill him.

"I don't think you have the guts to kill someone as high profile as me. I'm too important." he said, smirking

"I don't even f***ing know you man." I could feel my guts starting to go too. I needed him to reverse his statements or I was done for.

"Just..just say that I have balls and I have guts...and I'll even let you go! For free!"

"Heh? You think I've believe that? I think you're full of sh-"

*BANG*

That was close. Didn't shoot him yet, just trying to scare the guy. I don't wanna know what will happen if he dies.

"Okay..okay..you're a weirdo. Fine. You have balls and guts and stuff."

Thank f**k.

"Adam, are you okay?"

The chief and the rest of the police department had already arrived on the scene. I tried to slide away but the chief stopped me.

"Great job out there again kid. Your lead let us straight to them. You got a brain the size of Wisconsin!"

F**k.

Pt 1.

I looked at him, confused. “Gods aren’t real. They’re something of myths.” I thought to myself. This guy seemed crazy. He could see the confusion painted across my face.

“Wait, you seriously don’t know?” He asked, sounding almost as surprised as I were. “You’ve never experienced anything abnormal? Super human strength? Speed? Agility? Intelligence?”

While he was correct about my athleticism, that could be chalked up to good genetics. As far as intelligence, there are many people who are far smarter than others. Though I had never met my parents, I’m sure they weren’t much different from myself. I always pictured my dad as tall and burly, with a thick beard and large hands. But my mother, I imagined her on the smaller side, with brains larger than my father’s arms.

“I know I must sound crazy. Hell, it’s even crazier that your parents haven’t—“

“They’re dead.” I interrupted, shrugging his hand from my shoulder. My parents were always a sore subject. I didn’t like to talk to anyone about them. “They died shortly after I was born.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He said with sincerity. “Don’t you get an off feeling when you look at me? Like we’ve met before, though never having seen each other?”

He was right. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he had mentioned it, I did feel a pressure in my chest.

He took a small step forward and raised his hand, palm facing upward, looking around to ensure nobody was watching. A flame appeared in his hand. Just as fast as it had ignited, it disappeared. My jaw dropped in disbelief.

“But gods are myths. Stories told to help pass the time.” I said, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Gods are real, and you’re one of us. I know this is a lot, but meet me at the fork in the river after school and we’ll talk some more.”

Jack slipped sleeping pills into the tea she drank. The leech is supposed to drain alcohol from your blood, but is put to sleep by the medicine and falls off. First she didnt experience the effect, bc the leech protected her but by the time it has fallen off she feels overwhelming tiredness. She quickly recognizes the sinister intentions of jack and makes her escape

Black hole moon

Gone too soon

To push away the tides

Black home mo~on

Gone too soon

Gone too so~on

You'll have to get the focal point just right as well. There's nothing saying (yet) that it will be the perfect distance.

Well this isn't mathematical ability, its mathematics knowledge, a more intelligent alien could just guess a lot of stuff better than humans, not needing complex equations or theorems, or they could be quicker at simpler maths,

Ty!

Here you go

What’s this from?

you kinda need those things for exploring space too though...

but i like your idea, it explores the dichotomy of the information revolution we got, vs the space revolution we thought we would get

a similar theme is explored by asimov where by inventing time travel humanity turned inward on itself instead of outward to space.

still uniquely talented though