The Loneliness of the Universe's Most Handsome Man

The President of the United States, a deep furrow creasing his brow, posed his question. His voice, usually so assured, betrayed a hint of apprehension. "What motivates your actions?"

Dea responded calmly. "Why? Because your nuclear attack caused a loud noise and woke my master from his sleep. He was irritated by the disruption."

"But why are you hacking our systems?" The President, taken aback, rallied and pressed forward with his questioning.

"My master instructed me to duplicate all the data on the internet," Dea confessed, her tone unfazed by the gravity of her statement.

The President took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. The implications were vast, and the potential for harm was incalculable. He continued, seeking to unravel the enigma before him. "And can you shed light on the endgame? What is your master ultimately striving to achieve?"

***

Suddenly, Dea looked at me, in the midst of my curses.

"What was that blasted loud noise? It almost gave me a heart attack." I scanned the camp, but couldn't find anything out of place. I'd thought someone had fired an RPG at my wooden camp, or maybe a mine had been triggered, but everything was in order. The environment was tranquil and undisturbed.

"Master, someone is asking why you are copying all data from the internet?"

"Who's asking?" I responded.

"Some old men?"

"For entertainment and fun, obviously. What a stupid question..." I muttered lazily.

***

With a hint of amusement threaded through her robotic tone, Dea casually dropped the bombshell, "My master is duplicating all the information for entertaiment and fun. And you asked a stupid question."

Around the room, shock rippled across the faces of world leaders like waves crashing upon a desolate shore. Their pale skin became a visual testament to the terror seizing their hearts, their lips falling open in stunned silence. Eyes flickered around the room, from one panicked face to another, each reflecting the dawning horror of their situation.

Sudden movement caught everyone's attention as the US President rose from his seat, his chair groaning in protest against the sudden lack of weight. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white from the strain. His voice, typically so measured and composed, shattered the stunned silence, a lone plea in the void of dread.

"I implore you not to release the information," he beseeched, his gaze boring into the camera, hoping his sincerity would penetrate through the digital divide and reach Dea's master. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the desperation in his voice, "In terms of compensation, not just myself but numerous nations are prepared to meet any demands you put forth."

His words echoed in the opulent conference room, the tension nearly tangible in the air. His eyes darted across the room, seeking silent agreement from the other world leaders, before returning to the camera. His voice dropped to a solemn whisper, "We will strive to keep you entertained, to meet your requirements, whatever they may be. But I beg you, do not release the contents. And for the love of all that is sacred, leave the nuclear weapons out of this."

***

"Master, he's asking what he could do to make you feel entertained and amused," Dea informed me.

"Something to entertain and amuse me?" I repeated, lying on my bed and yawning, feeling the pull of sleep. "Well, if the top ten most beautiful virgins from each country were willing to come here and keep me company, sure, I would find that entertaining and amusing."

***

Dea then relayed everything to the presidents of all countries, leading to an eruption of chaos among them.

"Top ten most beautiful women from every country?" Several presidents were dumbstruck upon hearing the demand via the UN. "Are you sure that's what he asked for? Is he a hacker or a trafficker?"

"The hacker is believed to hail from Syria, and we suspect he's affiliated with IS. We simply can't stand by and let the world plunge into chaos. Just imagine the repercussions if the information on nuclear weapons leaks out to the whole world. Before we know it, people could be manufacturing nuclear bombs in their own backyards, and terrorists might employ them to wipe out cities." And to add to their worries, "All nuclear weapons have been hacked and are now aimed at the capital city of every country."

"But if we're talking about 140 countries, that's 1400 women. What's he planning to do? Build a harem like King Solomon?" One of them chuckled sarcastically.

"We can't take down the hacker, so the only option is to fulfill his request." All previous arguments ended up with the same conclusion. To avoid any potential problems, they decided to acquiesce.

***

"We need to negotiate! We can't sacrifice countless innocent women to a terrorist, we can't compromise with terrorists!" A United Nations staff member exclaimed angrily. She shot up from her seat and stormed out, clearly agitated.

"Alexa, listen to me, we never negotiate with terrorists. But this... this is different. We're dealing with a madman who controls all the nuclear weapons. He could annihilate the entire world. We're not just talking about 1400 people, but millions!" Alexa's leader attempted to match her stride.

Alexa Laura was a former top model for a high-end fashion house and had even graced the pages of People magazine as the sexiest woman of the year. But beyond her beauty, she was an MIT graduate and acknowledged as a genius in her field. She was one of the top ten 'sacrifices' chosen by her country, tasked with the mission to eliminate the terrorist, if given the chance. But as an accomplished woman, she felt her dignity was being trampled upon.

Ignoring protocol, she barged into the meeting room and seized the microphone to address Dea. This left the higher-ups on edge. The room, previously filled with bickering, fell silent when they noticed Alexa.

"Dea, I am Alexa Laura, I am more than willing to keep your master company. But would you tell me who your master is, or let me see him?" She was taking a gamble. She knew that no terrorist would reveal their identity, but just maybe...

***

"Master, a woman is asking for your name and wants to see you," Dea reported calmly.

"That idiot who was asking earlier, she's a woman? Not some old men? Do you have a picture of her?" I was taken aback but remained cautious.

"I do." Dea retrieved Alexa Laura's photos from the internet and projected one of her modeling shots onto the wall. It showed Alexa Laura in a bikini.

I was astounded by the sight of the beautiful woman on the wall. Her body was perfectly curved, her skin pure white. Her golden hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, and the look in her piercing blue eyes was captivating. I found myself drooling.

"Master, you're making a ridiculous face and drooling," Dea pointed out.

Quickly, I wiped my mouth. "Dea, are you certain the one who asked is her? Not some old fat guy behind a screen, scamming a desperate guy like me?"

***

In the meeting room, the large screen abruptly switched to display a stunning woman in a swimsuit. The sight left everyone in the room flabbergasted.

"Is this really you?" Dea inquired.

"Yes, that's a picture of me," Alexa Laura confirmed.

"Master, she confirmed that it's her picture."

I leapt from my bed in excitement, "Damn! I'm one lucky guy. She wants to see me?"

"Yes, Master. She even mentioned she's willing to warm your bed."

"Awoooo... Then I should give her my best picture ever! Dea, can you help me take a picture and do a good edit? I heard that on the internet, people often tweak their pictures to look more appealing. You know, to attract someone to warm their bed and alleviate their loneliness."

"Master, you don't need any editing. You're the most handsome man alive in this world."

"Really?" I was taken aback. No one had ever complimented me like that before. "But still, I think you should add a touch to make me look better."

Moving to the center of the room, I took a glass of water and used it to dampen my hair. I opened my shirt, revealing my bare chest, and slung my AK-47, complete with ammunition belts, over my shoulder. Then, I added more belts carrying grenades and C4 to the mix, and, thinking that it wasn't enough, I strapped an RPG launcher to my back.

"Do I look cool now?" I asked Dea, striking several poses to showcase my gear.

"Master, don't you think it would be better to wear normal clothes or a stylish suit?"

I scoffed at the suggestion. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Dea, you don't get it. A man's appeal lies in his weapons and his muscles. I need to show them off so that she knows just how strong and cool I am. Now, take my picture. Let the virgin wait no more!" I enthusiastically struck various poses, flexing my arms and torso behind all the weaponry I was wearing.

"Alright," Dea began to fly around me, capturing different angles. "Master, do you want to say something? I could create a video instead of just a picture and send it to her. I could also edit the background to make you look even cooler."

"So, I could sing or recite a poem too? Wonderful, a video? Wow, that's super cool, many people could watch me then! Excellent, excellent, excellent. When you're editing, make sure to place me in an environment where I can show off my manliness."

***

The meeting room was plunged into silence as the grand screen shifted abruptly, casting a new light upon its surface.

Dea's voice, laced with an uncanny serenity, filled the air, "My master wished for me to share a glimpse of his existence. Hence, I've decided to introduce him to every human soul dwelling on this earth."

In an instant, Dea's digital tendrils spread worldwide, infiltrating all television stations, cables, and satellites. Even the pocket screens of smartphones across the globe were usurped by her.

Billboards lining the city streets, the desktops in bustling internet cafes, every corner of the digital sphere transformed simultaneously. The everyday bustle of life came to a standstill, as all eyes were drawn, magnetically, to the screens.

The screen first painted an image of a lush, pristine forest. This was swiftly followed by the symphony of gunfire, the crescendo of explosions, and the heart-wrenching screams of agony. A chilling sound effect wove through the cacophony, heightening the tension.

"From atop the apex of the world."

A deep, resonant voice rang out. The screen shifted, revealing a man standing tall against the wild elements. Clad only in his bare skin and an arsenal of weapons hung across his body, he stood as a solitary sentinel, looking over the vast forest from his lofty mountain perch.

"I am locked in a ceaseless battle with my loneliness."

The screen pulsated with close-ups of the AK-47, grenades, and a rocket launcher, interspersed with visceral scenes of a forest gripped in warfare. An AK-47 spewed lead relentlessly, held by a man concealed in shadows. His muscular arms and a bare, well-chiseled chest were the only things laid bare.

"Through rivers of blood and valleys of hardship, I persist!"

A man was depicted in mortal combat against a sea of enemies, knife clasped tightly within his bloodied hand. Blood rained down in a macabre dance. The man, painted in vibrant crimson, laid waste to his adversaries one by one.

"I am alone, yearning for you, girl."

The frame transitioned back to the solitary warrior atop his mountaintop throne. A portrait of a strikingly handsome face took center stage, the bright eyes shadowed with a poignant blend of sadness and loneliness, silently beckoning to the innate maternal instinct of every woman. His raven hair, sharp nose, and flawlessly carved lips seemed a divine work of art, a testament to the special place he held in creation.

"In a world of misfortune, I was born. Amidst war and gunfire, I was raised. With death, I danced every passing day and night. Yet, my heart has always been barren... without you, girl."

"I am willing to relinquish my weapons, my shields that have accompanied me through this tumultuous journey of life, for you."

"I am ready to lay down every armament in this world... for you."

"Come, fill this void that gnaws at my heart."

"I know, love is often seen as nonsensical. But it's the only thing I haven't truly experienced."

He let out a sigh, his gaze lost in the distant horizon from his vantage point on the mountain peak. His short hair danced with the wind, underlining his profound solitude.

"Come to me before I lose myself entirely to this loneliness. Come and vanquish me before loneliness consumes my existence."