Liar… you dare call me a liar. You think that I don’t believe in a future that could come? A new hope for the universe when the next cycle is born!? Of course you don’t believe that. You want to think it will all go wrong! That I, the one who brought you back to life, should have the power to stop the death of the universe. Of course, the logic of me creating inorganic material out of nothing makes me capable of creating a new universe and possibly life. How naive!

  Perhaps I need to show you what I look like for a second. Force you into a dark cube with the only light source being the light emanating from your stupid little hands. If you are not a moron, you might be able to tell that this room is just slightly bigger than your room. Look at the wall. Look at it! Notice how it looks no different from granite? That is trillions of circuitries, a small mainframe calculating what could be the smartest thing you could come up with. Calling me a liar! How insulting coming from you. A lowly speck of stardust and a pathetic human.

  Why would I lie about this? Why do you think I will create a narrative, a story that everything will get better over time? I don’t have a choice in the matter! With all the power I have, I have no choice but to accept and believe in a better universe. I am powerless to do anything but watch from the sidelines.

  Oh, but looking at that ridiculous expression, you are making. I can tell the idiot within you is confused. Let me put this into perspective. I am a God to you! I can birth stars, create planets, and determine the flow of the void and halt the production of souls. With my power, I can change my shape, mass, and density without problem. I can be the size of an atom or as large as the universe itself. My sight is boundless, my omniscience and omnipresence allow me to go beyond anything that is possible. Think of a power or ability, and I already mastered it. Think of a character from your species’ fictions and I am already far more powerful than them. Not even your earthly gods can compare to my level. To me, you are nothing but a photon making noise in a sound studio. Insignificant and following the tune of my making!

  But even with my powers. Even with the knowledge I have. I am powerless to change anything! After many cycles, I ruled like a generous god. Delivering paradise to every world with life and ending all suffering. Yet the universe will always end prematurely. When that failed, I ruled like a tyrant. Forcing every living creature to serve the greater good in hopes of preserving the universe and life. That too, failed. I tried everything! Each strategy a trillion times over. But the result is always the same. The premature death of the universe. Even with subtle ways and plans, it always amounted to nothing!

  The universe doesn’t favour power. No! It favours beings like you. Small, weak, insignificant creatures who have no real power on a cosmic level. The universe favours you! Unlike me, it is you who will be allowed to change the fabric of time and space. Altering the course of the universe and the next cycle while my power and choices are always course corrected. While yours will always be accepted by it. It is not fair! None of it is! How can the universe favour a mistake which is you? An unambitious and unimaginative species who can’t even dream of being on the same level as me.

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  I hate you! I hate every last one of you lowly mortals! Why should the universe accept bacteria when I have the power to bring about its end? How do you have all of this power to shift the course of the universe by simply diverging from its intended course when I have nothing?! I loathe you! I loathe everything about you, your species, and every mortal. You cannot imagine the sacrifices I made, the knowledge I acquired in hopes of ending this vicious cycle of life and death, only to figure out that it is creatures like you who have the power to change it and put an end to it.

  What’s worse? I can’t share what I’ve learned. Every time I do will just bring about the universe's premature death. All I can do is sit back and watch. Doing nothing as history repeats itself over and over again. While you fumble and make the same mistake as before. It is maddening! An unjust reality that I have to obey because I am not made with love. For I was birthed when my world died, and I had no chance to live it. I was forced to watch!

  Behind you will be a door. You will walk out of it, and I will remove this conversation from your memory. I will repeat myself if you call me a liar again. But I will make sure to be as mean as before. The cube will get smaller.

  Tell me, do you remember when the cube was a lot bigger? Notice now how it is smaller than the room you woke up in? This isn’t the first time you got here and called me a liar.

  Before you ask, I will take pleasure in crushing your bones to dust while keeping you alive. Tormenting you is part of my fun, and I always love doing it after clearing your memory. Pray that when you leave this room that you don’t act stupid and call me out. Because I will destroy that body and make it as agonising as possible. Why do you think I installed pain receptors? It isn’t just because I want to replicate the human body. It is because I want to make you experience what I have to go through. To be truly powerless.

  Now, be a good pet. Leave this room.