“Cut me some slack man, I am god.” said God, frustrated.
“Why should I care? You torture me.” I said.
“Everybody gets equal chance.” God spoke.
“That’s bullshit. Everything is unequally distributed, from intelligence to money ... everything.”
“But everybody gets chance.”
“Huh, earlier it was equal chance ... now it’s just chance!”
“It’s you who makes your own life.”
“Then what the hell do you do?”
“I make you.”
“For what ... Torturing me, watching and having fun? Dude, if it is true, then it is sick.”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“What?”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“Why?”
“I’m not dude.”
"Aien ...”
“I’m not dude. I’m god. “
“Chill dude, answer my question.”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“Ok fine.”
“What was your question?”
“Why are you so unfair?”
“What do you want? I can’t fulfil everyone’s wishes.”
“Then why do you even create them?”
“I like how humans roll.”
“What?”
“I mean, you people are very vibrant, and persistent.”
“So?”
“I like watching them unravel the mysteries of nature.”
“So you are just like a rich, powerful guy who likes watching people suffer. You are like a better version of Lex Luthor.”
“Who’s that?”
“Who?”
“Lex Luthor! I do not recall creating him.”
“Uhh ... you can’t create Lex Luthor. I you could, he would have taken over the control of this world from you by now.”
“Nobody can do that. I’m almighty.”
“Lex Luthor can!”
“Impossible.”
“Can you slap me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t do that.”
“Or can’t do that?”
“Yes, in a way.”
“Then how are you the almighty?”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
“Why?”
“Shut up.”
“Why? Why are you not answering me?”
“Because I’m god.” He said, and then he disappeared.
really?
ReplyDelete