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PremierBromanov · 07-26-2022, 06:20 PM

It was a cold evening last April when Nichael Fitted first arrived on this planet. He had not come from anywhere, but he arrived all the same.

Three separate times Dr. Hockeyman had fought with his wife about this. It was the same each time. Late evenings, no communication, and an ambition maligned with morality. She couldn't see. Had no vision. He could see, but only barely. It was a vision like a dream. He knew the main thrust of the narrative, but the details were hazy.

Who is a man who challenges nature? Who challenges god himself? Had they not created, already, the perfect hockey specimen? Had they not imbued a man with such talent and athleticism as to put to rest the very question "Can an imperfect world foster a perfect being?" The answer was yes. But Hockeyman was bored by such questions. Of course god could do what he liked. He was god, was he not? He was more interested in more difficult questions. Could he beat god at his own game? Could an imperfect being create a perfect being?

The audacity to even entertain such thoughts was noted. Had Hockeyman truly believed in a deity, such thoughts would've torn that down. God would not suffer such insolence, and therefore there was no god. There was only Hockeyman, and his ambition.

It had taken him decades to get this far. Each failure marked itself in his mind like nails in the dirt. Clawing, reaching for salvation, but lost in the mire of his antipathy to imperfection. Marked in his mind, but forgotten to the world. No trace left behind, except the very notion of his supposed progress. Surely by now, they thought, he had something to show for it? If only they knew how right they were.

But finally, it came to a head. City blocks shook, power flickered. He had a feeling about this one. Was it a good feeling? He was afraid to dive deeper into that thought. Darkness engulfed the lab, suffocating any semblance of light, digital or otherwise. In the darkness emerged a figure, somehow even more devoid of light, the silhouette shimmering in the void. Two distant stars shone from the darkness. They swirled and danced until finally aligning themselves like a pair of eyes. A snap, like fingers, shook the lab and the darkness was gone. A figure remained. Tall, muscular, and a gaze that put fear into Hockeyman's heart.

Composing himself, he began to speak, in order to command the figure, to measure his worth. But, not a gasp escaped his mouth before the figure had struck. Hockeyman heard a crack, and then oblivion.

It seemed he had succeeded.

Fitted2106 · 08-01-2022, 09:39 PM

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