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I created my destiny. If that were not true, Joe would not be doing what he's doing right now with me. What makes things more interesting is that Jim wouldn't have sent me back that far if Joe were still alive after that year. I was sent back specifically to 1972 for a reason.
But was it really a choice? It was either having all of human history deleted or taking a chance at risking my life to prevent that from happening. The aliens have already deleted about a decade's worth of information, maybe even more. For all I know, 2022 might not have been their first destination year.
We had some leverage, however. I had one of the octo-alien's spacetime ripping devices. I created my own timeline as a reference to build all my new skills within. I got creative in my last few weeks. I can fly now and rip those motherfuckers in half just by thinking about it. That's right, I blue-toothed the device to my brain.
I've been ripping those sons of bitches in half like there was no tomorrow.
Ha.
Tomorrow feels more real than today. Perhaps I've accepted my situation and decided to own it. That's the way of the universe.
I've been popping out of ripped windows to use guerilla warfare against their asses at different times and at various locations around the globe.
Joe was always there with me until he wasn't. Somehow he always gets taken from the timeline, but I always find my way back to him. Ouray has become my new home.
The Octo-aliens haven't reached 1972 yet, only in alternative timelines. And even those they skipped over decades and have only scratched the surface with how far back our history goes. I still have the time to save Joe. I still have time to stop the great erase.
No one will probably know what I did regardless of my success. But they are also not where I am, so I get to name this big event.
Anyway, Joe and I were ripping some ass back in Ouray during one of our biggest wars when an explosion occurred. I witnessed Joe burn into oblivion right in front of me.
Spacetime froze into a blue shift before I had a chance to recognize that I was still alive.
Everything but me and one of the Octo-aliens shifted into the blue. The skies above us were the last to change. The stars became flaring ropes and then died into the blue shift.
I was about to rip the mother fucker two new ass holes but then heard a voice in my head, "Do not be alarmed. I am not like the others. I still have some residual emotions from our symbiotic counterparts that we once resided with.
"How am I able to understand you?" I questioned.
He replied, "The device has a wireless connection to your mind that you established, and the one I have does the same. When I speak to you through the wireless connection, it produces an automated file that learns your languages and converts them to ours. It gives us access to a pool of knowledge to retrieve information that we may need to communicate and perform other various tasks. This is precisely why I brought us here. You have been successful at being a thorn in our side, but your actions are futile in the long run."
What do you mean? I've been kicking all of your asses, and you haven't even fucking touched me!' I exclaimed victoriously.
"My dear fellow being, you haven't met the real warriors," he declared. "Many have fused together to become super-beings, and they are not easy to splice dimensions with. Let me help you."
"Why would you help me?" I interrogated. "From what it looked like, you guys can't control your hunger. So much so that the emotions and knowledge your symbiotic humanoids gave you were not enough to override the generation that decided to cave in to your primitive side. You devoured them all! I saw all of you eat them like they were nothing to you!"
I began to hysterically cry. The octo-alien walked over to me and put one of his tentacles on my shoulder, "There are few of us in number, but we exist. We don't want to resource you for food. We would prefer having a relationship with you if you allow it."
"And what if we didn't allow it? Then what?" I asked.
"Then we would cause our own self-destruction," he responded. "We cannot live without a host, but we cannot live either without eating, so we would choose death instead."
"Why?" I prodded.
"Because that is what our humanoid counterparts would have done." He responded.
"Do you miss them?" I queried.
"We do," he replied,
"What do I need to do to beat you guys?" I asked.
The Octo-alien replied, "The device you hold has the power to map out new universes. By your programming, it can be used to plug into our universe and defeat my brethren. My 'guys' will not be able to interact with this new universe, but your creation will be able to thus granting your victory.
"How do I map out new universes?" I curiously queried.
"He replied, "The closest concept I can relate is that of storytelling. You would exploit the endless possibilities of reality and imagination through higher planes of existence."
"Wait, so I would essentially be God?" I amused.
"I am having a difficult time understanding this 'God' concept. Is that like the super-beings?" he asked.
"Higher," I expressed. "God is where imagination and reality meet first."
"I am going to download the instructions into your mind. You will need to think of a story that can develop into something worth telling. I will listen to every word here in the blue shift." He said.
"Can it be whatever I want it to be?" I questioned.
"Trust in yourself to tell the right story. I have faith in you." He warmly responded.
He pressed a few buttons on his device. Mine began to light up within a few seconds, and I felt a warm spacey sensation in my head. As if my mind was opening up new spaces in higher dimensions to be able to store the download.
"You are ready, Adler," he said.
"I'm assuming that some AI learning on the devices allowed you to know my name. Am I right?" I asked.
"Your assessment is correct," he replied.
I closed my eyes and attempted to create a new story. Who would the story be about? Does it have to be a human? What if I wanted it to be a cartoon character, like a bunny rabbit? I started to imagine a rabbit on a ranch. What would the rabbit be doing on it?
Selling Reefer like me! Reefer Rabbit would be his name, and he would have a bunch of friends who would help him run the joint!
I opened my eyes and shouted, "I have a story!"
"Let it rip," voiced the Octo-alien.
I closed my eyes again and spoke out loud.
"Little Reefer Rabbit and all of his friends were picking Golden Goat buds from the Marijuana fields when they heard a loud explosion.
"Kaboom!"
"What could that be?" asked White Widow, the overly sized spider.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion when out popped Ganja Gorilla from the barn. He started going ape shit and yelled, "the weed is burning! The weed is burning!"
I paused from storytelling and asked the octo-alien, "How am I doing so far?"
"So far, so good. It's mapping on the correct dimensional course towards our universe," he responded.
That gave me the confidence to go on. I had faith in these little fuckers of mine. They are my babies, and I'm going to make sure that I give them the pathway towards becoming something fucking cool.
I kept on telling my story to the octo-alien. As I continued, the narrative flowed naturally. As if this was the story I was always meant to convey. I developed a deeper relationship with Ganja Gorilla. I knew he would ultimately be the main character to crossover and save mine. We share a history together. I created artwork of a character that I named Ganja Gorilla. I was hoping he would turn into something big where I came from, but now I see it being used for a higher purpose.
I found a pathway for Ganja Gorilla to adventure on to get to our universe. All I have to do is finish this part of the story, and he should arrive here.
The blue shift began to tint greenish-yellow, and Ganja Gorilla faded into view right in front of us.
We are about to go apeshit on these motherfucking aliens.
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