Deus, or Cheyenne as it was now named, couldn’t help but grin through its icy mask of unfazed uncaringness that it had long since perfected, as it walked down the halls of its new high-school at a briskly pace. It wasn’t that the experience was a new one, quite the contrary, Deus had been moving in and out of teen-institutions for so many millennia’s that the number of fates and destinies it had cut and knotted would turn any human mind into nothingness at a mere mention.
While many of its fellow, ambivalent demigods had expressed their concern and worry about Deus’ seemingly never-ending teenage-adventure, the thought of ever relenting had never occurred to it. The fact was that Deus had been human once, a male, to be exact, and was, to date, the only one of his multiverse to ascend to a position of time only served to fuel his resolution. As the only one to be of it, he was the only one who really cared to intervene with the affairs of the well-functioning multiverse. It wasn’t that Deus, or any of the others, didn’t have enough time; it wasn’t even that it had other things to tend to. The position of Time was just that; time. Therefore, Deus had seen fit to screw with the narrow line of social behavior, commonly known as the ‘mainstream’ amongst the small, ignorant beings who dared to consider themselves the enlightened species of the insignificant universe they resided in.
The idea was simply to be an agent of chaos, not that chaos could hold a candle to Deus, and spread a song of thoughtfulness in the ranks of those who considered themselves to hold truths to questions they could hardly even formulate cohesively. Some plans took years, some took days, some were erased once completed and some remained. There were no rules when dealing with timely chaos, simply because rules had no power amongst those who breathed time and space through their very essence.
The plan currently in motion was one of the simpler, but very much enjoyable ones. There was no real plan, in the textbook-definition of the word, rather, there were preparations, scheming and devising. So far, Deus had enjoyed itself immensely.
The current form used was called Cheyenne and had been created in the image of perfection, measured at human standards, of course. Cheyenne’s father was French and her mother Japanese. She had the petite, aristocratic and sharp look of the Victorian, French nobility and the Asian features and grace of the ancient, Japanese noble families. Cheyenne’s voice was like a cascading waterfall of beautiful tunes and her eyes could tell tales of unattainable love and unimaginable sorrow. Cheyenne was perfect, perfect because Deus wanted her to be so. Cheyenne was Deus and Deus was Cheyenne, but while the master might enter a puppet, adjust a puppet and use a puppet, the puppet remained just that; a puppet. Cheyenne had no free will, only the illusion of such under the guidance of Deus. Cheyenne had no consciousness, only the whispers of Deus. Cheyenne had no essence, only Deus. Cheyenne did not exist; there was only Deus, for Deus was eternal.
Assuming surveillance-mode. Standby.
Amongst humans whom follow the religion of Christianity, some, in jest, say that the rain is, literally, God taking a piss on his subjects. While Deus was all but omnipotent, the base of that exact saying had always escaped it. But now, as he watched Cheyenne enter what was to be her new homeroom, he could imagine the minor earthquakes and solar storms his rumbling laugh would be the cause of. Destruction, as such, did not amuse Deus the slightest, but it didn’t dissuade him either. Therefore, the sacrifice of a few humans and animals, who would simply contribute to the endless circle of balance, was recognized, but not mourned or rejoiced. The hypothetic fact that creation came with destruction, was the fundamental basis of everything Deus did.
Cheyenne was as polite and well-mannered as could be. Her parents had taught her everything she would need and Deus had added his own to her creativity and curiosity, which made her seek the rest out for herself. While her manners might have come off as slightly old-fashioned to the sophomores, it was obvious right from the beginning that several of her new classmates found Cheyenne very attractive.
Deus spent many eternities evolving and experiencing every possible scenario Cheyenne could ever encounter. Many, to his Godly surprise, involved a lot of alcohol and tons of hormones. This part of the plan was the one Deus enjoyed the most, because it involved chance and that lovable sense of awkwardness.
Deus was Cheyenne as she beat seniors within an inch of their lives, as she completed problems none had ever thought about, as she was merely average in regards to grades but remained on top of everything socially. Deus experienced every single angle of every single situation through and as Cheyenne, and by doing that, it experienced new worlds through whatever friends, partners and companions Cheyenne acquired.
But the most enjoyable scenarios, were those were the Jacks, Queens and Kings were toppled over like the Jokers they were. The scenario’s where the Alpha was rejected in favor of the Beta, and the Queen was sacrificed for a pawn. Deus found new, unwanted life particularly amusing. After all, minds break so easily when the body feeds another. Though, perfection was not quite so with a swollen stomach, no matter how much the artificial mind of Cheyenne protested.
I've got no strings
So I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me
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I only spent an hour or two on this, so don’t judge me too harshly.
While many of its fellow, ambivalent demigods had expressed their concern and worry about Deus’ seemingly never-ending teenage-adventure, the thought of ever relenting had never occurred to it. The fact was that Deus had been human once, a male, to be exact, and was, to date, the only one of his multiverse to ascend to a position of time only served to fuel his resolution. As the only one to be of it, he was the only one who really cared to intervene with the affairs of the well-functioning multiverse. It wasn’t that Deus, or any of the others, didn’t have enough time; it wasn’t even that it had other things to tend to. The position of Time was just that; time. Therefore, Deus had seen fit to screw with the narrow line of social behavior, commonly known as the ‘mainstream’ amongst the small, ignorant beings who dared to consider themselves the enlightened species of the insignificant universe they resided in.
The idea was simply to be an agent of chaos, not that chaos could hold a candle to Deus, and spread a song of thoughtfulness in the ranks of those who considered themselves to hold truths to questions they could hardly even formulate cohesively. Some plans took years, some took days, some were erased once completed and some remained. There were no rules when dealing with timely chaos, simply because rules had no power amongst those who breathed time and space through their very essence.
The plan currently in motion was one of the simpler, but very much enjoyable ones. There was no real plan, in the textbook-definition of the word, rather, there were preparations, scheming and devising. So far, Deus had enjoyed itself immensely.
The current form used was called Cheyenne and had been created in the image of perfection, measured at human standards, of course. Cheyenne’s father was French and her mother Japanese. She had the petite, aristocratic and sharp look of the Victorian, French nobility and the Asian features and grace of the ancient, Japanese noble families. Cheyenne’s voice was like a cascading waterfall of beautiful tunes and her eyes could tell tales of unattainable love and unimaginable sorrow. Cheyenne was perfect, perfect because Deus wanted her to be so. Cheyenne was Deus and Deus was Cheyenne, but while the master might enter a puppet, adjust a puppet and use a puppet, the puppet remained just that; a puppet. Cheyenne had no free will, only the illusion of such under the guidance of Deus. Cheyenne had no consciousness, only the whispers of Deus. Cheyenne had no essence, only Deus. Cheyenne did not exist; there was only Deus, for Deus was eternal.
Assuming surveillance-mode. Standby.
Amongst humans whom follow the religion of Christianity, some, in jest, say that the rain is, literally, God taking a piss on his subjects. While Deus was all but omnipotent, the base of that exact saying had always escaped it. But now, as he watched Cheyenne enter what was to be her new homeroom, he could imagine the minor earthquakes and solar storms his rumbling laugh would be the cause of. Destruction, as such, did not amuse Deus the slightest, but it didn’t dissuade him either. Therefore, the sacrifice of a few humans and animals, who would simply contribute to the endless circle of balance, was recognized, but not mourned or rejoiced. The hypothetic fact that creation came with destruction, was the fundamental basis of everything Deus did.
Cheyenne was as polite and well-mannered as could be. Her parents had taught her everything she would need and Deus had added his own to her creativity and curiosity, which made her seek the rest out for herself. While her manners might have come off as slightly old-fashioned to the sophomores, it was obvious right from the beginning that several of her new classmates found Cheyenne very attractive.
Deus spent many eternities evolving and experiencing every possible scenario Cheyenne could ever encounter. Many, to his Godly surprise, involved a lot of alcohol and tons of hormones. This part of the plan was the one Deus enjoyed the most, because it involved chance and that lovable sense of awkwardness.
Deus was Cheyenne as she beat seniors within an inch of their lives, as she completed problems none had ever thought about, as she was merely average in regards to grades but remained on top of everything socially. Deus experienced every single angle of every single situation through and as Cheyenne, and by doing that, it experienced new worlds through whatever friends, partners and companions Cheyenne acquired.
But the most enjoyable scenarios, were those were the Jacks, Queens and Kings were toppled over like the Jokers they were. The scenario’s where the Alpha was rejected in favor of the Beta, and the Queen was sacrificed for a pawn. Deus found new, unwanted life particularly amusing. After all, minds break so easily when the body feeds another. Though, perfection was not quite so with a swollen stomach, no matter how much the artificial mind of Cheyenne protested.
I've got no strings
So I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me
_______________________________________________________________
I only spent an hour or two on this, so don’t judge me too harshly.
