God Of Mischief

My name is Eros Hermes, and I'm just an ordinary guy living in the 21st century. It's a pretty boring time period where every part of the planet has already been conquered or discovered. And the stars yet remain unconquered by being so incredibly far away - The cause? Our primitive technology.

It's hardly even a tiny grain if compared to the highest levels of advancement in the Kardashev scale. We're like little children just learning to walk when it comes to cosmic discovery.

But deep down, I have this strong feeling, this hope that maybe, just maybe one day, we can move past the pointless fights over land and power struggles. What if we could focus on something bigger and grander instead?

Imagine if we humans, walked hand in hand, working hard to achieve brilliant scientific breakthroughs, literally creating a paradise right here on Earth. And then reaching out, far out into the mysteries of space above, pulling the stars a bit closer, until we unravel all the secrets of the universe - and our own secrets too. That's the dream - a mind-blowing odyssey to the cosmos, Accelerationism at its finest.

But then there's a glitch in this vision of mine - us humans, with our simple minds, all shackled up by ego and wanting the spotlight.

Sadly, this vision of mine, this grand cosmic leap might always remain just a dream. But then again, who knows? Stranger things have happened before.

Personally, I've kind of rejected my humanity, you know? Started seeing myself as something... different. An Übermensch.

Life's a big, blank canvas, and I figured, why not paint my own picture?

Every day is a challenge for me. Mind, body, soul – I'm adjusting them to a better frequency like fine instruments.

Some people will tell you that perfection's a myth or worse, that you're fine just the way you are. Don't you ever believe them. Life is all about that chase, that hunger. It's about feeding that beast inside, craving knowledge, strength, a kind of beauty that's more than skin deep.

Socrates – ever hear of him? That guy was onto something that is for sure.

He said that it is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing what his body's really capable of, and I totally agree with him.

Think of yourself as a block of marble. Not just any old block, mind you, but prime, high-quality stuff. And you? You're not just sculpting it randomly like some primal man; no, no, no, you're crafting a masterpiece. Think big, like Michelangelo, not some street-corner sculptor. This, right here, this is your life's work.

You want your marble to end up like David, that masterpiece that just petrifies people because of its grace. Every book you read, every mile you run – that's another stroke of the chisel, another fine detail in your own personal masterpiece.

What's the point of just sitting around, right? Life's this vast, beautiful thing, and it's a shame not to consume every last drop out of it.

Now, I'm not criticizing the couch potatoes, but that's not a life for you, you are special. You get one shot at this – one.

And when the lights are going out, you don't want to be lying there thinking you should have done this or that in a better way. So, let's not be just another sheep in the flock. Let's be something more!

Death —it's got this weird allure, doesn't it? Like, part of me can't stand the thought of the show going on without me in the spotlight. Feels like I'm the guy holding reality together. But then, there's this liberating side to it, too. Knowing that you could die at any moment —it kind of sets you free.

Makes you want to dive into life in a manic way —science, art, a solid workout, or just kicking back—like you're seeing it all for the first time, with those wide-eyed, can't-get-enough wonder-kid eyes on.

But then, man, there are times when everything feels... off. Like, what if this is all just some high-tech illusion, like that movie, The Matrix, you know it right? Or what if I'm already dead, and this is just a highlight of memories playing in my mind before my biological death?

I had this wild idea lately while reading some scientific articles—the "Boltzmann Brain" thing. So, this Boltzmann guy, he's talking about how, given enough time, the universe could just create a brain, fully loaded with fake memories, from thin air and randomly.

It's a long shot, sure, but that is next-level crazy right?—like, what if I'm that brain, living out a made-up story?

And here's the craziest part about this theory: Boltzmann's math says it's more likely for this brain to be randomly created and create our universe than for the cosmos to just, you know, happen without any god.

It's like something straight out of H.P. Lovecraft's books of horrors. Picture this: the universe, all of it, just the daydream of some cosmic entity. They called him Azathoth in those stories—the big entity of chaos, hibernating while his dreams are our reality and our existence is attached to it. Gives you the chills, doesn't it?

And then there are those drummers, that surround Azathoth, they're the only thing standing between us and the big void of inexistence. Kind of wild to think that the whole chaos—stars, planets, late-night TV, popcorn —all of it could just be extinguished like a candle if that big guy ever awakes.

But hey, let's not wander too far down that rabbit hole, or we'll both be up all night, staring at the ceiling and having an existential crisis.

Life's got its rhythms, sure, mostly ticking along like clockwork, nothing out of the usual. But sometimes you find yourself craving a break in the pattern, some spice, something to shake your life, to flip it.

I've been tossing coins into that wishing well for a decade now, just wishing for anything spicy to happen in our world, be it good or bad as long as it is spicy.

An apocalypse, a cosmic curveball, something to peel back the curtain and show what we're really made of when we are back to the rules of the jungle.

It's that taste for chaos, you know? That little voice whispering, "What if?" Keeps you on your toes, and keeps things interesting. But until the sky falls or the stars go out for a smoke break, we just keep on keeping on, finding those little bits of extraordinary in the ordinary, waiting for the day when the world decides to spin the other way.

Lying there, my thoughts drifting like cars on a highway, I prayed every day for a crack in the cosmos, for a break from this routine hell.

I was zoning out in the uncharted lands of my own mind. That's when it happened—a sound, subtle but undeniable, echoed in my own room.

In a heartbeat, I was on my feet, I quickly found the switch, and light flooded the space, casting away all shadows, except one...