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God's having a bad day. The one-time Creator of the Universe is estranged from his son, riddled with guilt, and fighting battles on multiple fronts. His few remaining rules are being bypassed, His angels are turning up dead. Unless He can find out who is gunning for Him, the unthinkable might occur.
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / General
Once upon a time, I was God.
“Why do you keep coming here?”
Ever since I leaned into the Void and suggested light might be a good idea, I progressed cautiously, trying to avoid mistakes. But one misstep causes another, and no matter how hard you try, there’s no way to feed the meat back into the mincer and get a whole pig again.
I still remember eying my Creation and wondering just what exactly good meant, when set against the vastness of eternity. How long could that-which-is-splendid stay awesome in of itself? People living beside a seashore eventually stop hearing the roar of the waves. The greatness of my Creation had gradually paled – until I couldn’t see that Heaven and my Kingdom were good.
Something had to be done, and therefore I did it. Me. The complexity is my own fault.
“Why do you keep coming here?” Gabriel repeated, although he knew.
We were at Buddhist Cohen’s, a bar of ill-repute, filled with tourists, junkies, whores, and sleaze of all descriptions. The bar was just beyond the edge of my territory, where the downtown buildings diminished and the neighborhood became littered and soiled. The streets were dimly lit – crumbling boarded-up buildings, lined by narrow alleys filled with illegals huddled around fires.
Gabriel and I were drinking car bombs – vodka mixed with liquors. Ripples swirled in the bottom of my glass. I sighed, glancing at the sneering bouncers beyond the edge of the crowd.
I had arrived late and James, the bar owner, had tried to take my coat. I’d slapped his hand aside. “Still employing illegals?”
It was an absurd question. Of course he was. Everyone did. How else would garbage get shifted, streets cleaned, and food cooked? James didn’t respond.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Giacomo Carnovalini
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Lucas Leão Alves
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Cindy Castro Arguelles and Karen Faride Castro
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