Planet Kadosh,
HD 40307 Star-System | ∞​​ Time Unknown

And so the World was created – God said: "Let there be Life!" – and that Life would go on to transform the same God it descended from. Until they both became unrecognizable – for just as God created Life in his Image, so too did Life imprint its Creator with its own Essence.

"That's impossible!" I said to the Princess, as she sat on the cold hard concrete Floor, meditating; remarkably numb to the sheer amount of Agony I had been putting her through. "What is it going to take for me to finally make you [suffer], and [pay] for what you did to my Country... I wonder?"

"There is absolutely nothing you can blackmail, bribe or threaten me with." she would say. "I used to eat Sandwiches that were absolutely soaked in Carolina Reaper Sauce, first thing in the Morning – and the only thing that stopped me from becoming a World Champion Chilli-Eater, was the fact that I couldn't afford to keep buying hot Sauces, as they had become ridiculously expensive over Time. Because even the hottest ones you could buy at the Grocery Store weren't cutting it for me anymore."

"Well done." I gently smiled. "Now let's see how you would cope if I transformed you into a morbidly obese, and hideously disfigured Whale. With facial Hair, and giant Warts poking out beneath your Chin!"

I placed my Crystal Ball atop the spherical receptor on my Quantum Computer – and went off to make myself a Coffee in the Living Room.

...

It is said that the Passage of Time is relative to the Observer, depending on the exact Coordinate of the Space-Time Continuum they find themselves in. The [Perception] of Time, on the other hand, works in a far more deceptive, and insidious way – for just as it is possible to sleep off the 8 hours of a Night, or 8 million years of Evolution, by virtue of not being alive to witness it, and then waking up at the Blink of an Eye – so too is it possible to remain trapped in a Nightmare for what feels like an Eternity.

I came back to my Office with a hot Coffee in a Paper Cup, and sat in front of my Monitor – shifting Tabs on my User Interface, and looking for Signs of Distress in the Eyes of the Princess – who I had successfully transformed into a Monster, a few minutes prior. Yet nowhere in the Game was Khan to be found.

"There is nowhere to hide from the Lord Almighty!" I warned her through the Microphone. "You have been a stinking, old Fat-ass with a Beard for half a dozen Eons now. It's time to Reveal yourself, and look in the Mirror! That's what you get for being part of a Terrorist Organization – and cheering on the Deaths of my Cousins who died in Israel, on October the 7th... Twenty-Twenty Three!"

Upon scouring and searching the Mini-Map for any Signs and Clues as to the whereabouts of the Princess, I stumbled on something that defied all Logic and Rationality. It's as if somebody had hacked into my Computer, and deliberately sabotaged my System – despite the fact that me and Khan were the only two Sentient Life forms on my Planet at the time.

"I'm right over here!" she shouted through the Speakers in a rather feminine Voice – standing at the highest elevation of the Dungeon in Cyberspace, with a beautifully chizzled and muscular Body, and a pale, smooth androgynous Face that looked like an Angel in Flares.

"How the Hell did you do [that]?" I complained at my malfunctioning Piece of Software. "Where did all the Fat go? Your Five O'Clock Shadow? Your deep, masculine Voice? Jesus Christ... you even grew back your Hairline!"

"I worked it all off." she squinted, and flexed her thighs, and biceps. "And then I continuously plucked all of my Facial Hair, until it stopped growing altogether. I trained my voice to sound as feminine as I wanted, by creating Characters inside my head, and then talking to them on a daily basis with an alternate Pitch, Tone, and Resonance. I also created my own female Hormones by fermenting my Urine for hundreds of Years – and then distilling the by-Products. And the Warts? ...Half of them fell off on their own, once I got rid of the Hair. Where there is a Will, there is a way for me to get anything that I want. I am the Master of my own Destiny – and I am mentally prepared for the next Challenge!"

"Impressive." I remarked, and clicked on the Tool menu of the atomic Simulator. "Now let's see what would happen if I poured Lava, boiling Hot Water, and buckets of Razorblades all over your Skin – and then regenerated your Body, and repeated the Process – over and over again!"

"I'm ready." she rolled her upper lip ever so slightly, and widened her Eyes. "As long as I get to live forever, and experience something... anything at all – I sure as Hell won't be getting picky."

Khan's World began to flood with red and glowing Razorblades – freshly cast from my virtualized Furnace, drawing Shadows on the Ceiling of the Dungeon – as the Princess struggled to swim, and break free from their Grip. The more she moved, the more she would burn and cut herself – as the sharp Edges would flip and rotate at the slightest Vibration.

"Be careful what you wish for... next time!" I cunningly announced, before I turned off the Lights, and the Monitor, to get myself ready for Bed.

...

Why would any sane and rational Human Being reject the offer to have everlasting Peace, Love and Prosperity in Heaven? – I wondered.

"You could give them anything they ever wanted – and they'd sooner set it all on Fire, than show you the bare minimum amount of Gratitude!" I would explain to my Colleagues at our Third Life™ Corporate Board Meeting, back on Planet Earth. "That's how it would play out in virtually every single Simulation we created, in which our Human subjects were showered with endless Luxury and Pleasure. They all eventually sabotaged their own Cradle of Everlasting Happiness – much like a drug-addicted Homeless Man, when provided with free and affordable Housing!"

"...And that's exactly how the Palestinians spited us when we gave them the West Bank, and the Gaza Strip." I continued. "They're all Demons, and Rascals – addicted to endless Conflict, Misery and Suffering. You couldn't even bribe them with Sex, Drugs and Rock'n Roll. Nothing! We gave them Money, Food, Shelter, and an Earthly Paradise – and they just spat in our Faces, and built underground Tunnels, and Rockets."

"But don't you think there's more to Life than endless comfort, vice and predictability?" one of my Colleagues raised her hand, and then nervously slicked her hair back.

"Get. Out." I immediately snapped. "You worthless pieces of Garbage are the reason why this World sucks. You are the despisers of Happiness, and everything that is good. You are Nazis, Terrorists and Fascists. You are Satan himself. Now get out... NOW! You are FIRED! And don't forget your Box of Anti-Depressants!"

Spoilers: She quietly sulked, and walked out of the Room.

...

Rage is one Hell of a Drug. (Pun intended.) I never actually used to be an angry sort of Person – until I made it my Mission in Life to make the World a better Place, having witnessed more than a Decade of War, Terrorism, and Killings at the hands of Hamas, in my home Country.

Every Corridor, Every Hallway and every other Room inside my Mansion was dead quiet on the early Hours of that Morning – save for the benign clutching of the Rotor on my Ceiling Fan. My Bedroom was pitch black with the Curtains shut. There was no other Sentient Life on my Home Planet, except for the Artificial Organisms I would regularly spawn into existence inside of my 'Virtual Quantum Machines'.

I didn't even own any Pets. I do have multiple Greehouses inside my Biosphere, as well as a Water Generator, but that's about it. I eat a Vegan diet, and live off of my non-perishable Food and Drink supplies – which I regularly fetch, and bring back from Planet Earth using my anti-Gravity, private Spacecraft. I am, for all intents and purposes, the only God of my own Universe. And I prefer it that way – unlike certain people I know.

The sound of a massive Blast jolted me awake, coming from somewhere inside my Office. A sudden Blast, followed by a piercing and deafening Scream that would grow Louder, and Louder. The Walls began to tremble. Photos, Paintings and Mirrors came crashing down. All my Closets and Drawers slid open. Was there an Earthquake on my Planet, or was I being Invaded?

I quickly got up and put my Shorts on, as well as my Glasses, which had luckily survived being hurled across the Floor – and then crouched my way through the rumbling Corridor with a small Flashlight – holding on to the Walls as they continued to rattle like Jelly. You're not supposed to walk around during an Earthquake, though I had the suspicion that this was nothing to do with natural, Seismic Events.

"KHAN!" I shrieked, and yelled out like a scared little Girl. "Khan, I know it's you! Now come out and [show] yourself!"

And indeed – my intellectually superior, Ashkenazi Jewish Brain had proved to be correct. For there she was, in all her Glory – the infamous Princess Khan. Standing with her Arms crossed by the entrance of my Office, absolutely covered in Scars, and Burn-Marks – with the half-Smile of a psychopathic Fucker painted on her Face.

"It is [over], Mr. Net-Kadosh!" she spoke. "I am the Everlasting Flame of Wrath that Powers the Sun, just as it warms the surface of the Earth from deep within its Core – for as Above; so Below."

"The sheer amount of Love, and burning [Rage] that I feel – shall last through the bounds of Time – Echoing across the Void, and the Empty Space that separates each Star, from every Galaxy, and Cluster of Galaxies contained within our Branch of the Quantum Realm. Dark Energy. Negative Energy. Chaos... Hatred... Destruction! Followed by Creation; Creation according to my [own] Whims, and Desires!"

"But how can you trust yourself with that much Power, if you don't even know what you want? You can't even tolerate your own Company!" I argued – as the Lights and LED Strips sparked, and flickered away throughout the Building. With a Breeze that slammed the Doors shut, coming seemingly out of Nowhere, blowing and mixing up the Paperwork on my Desk.

"I will created my own World, and seed it with the kind of Life that [I] wish to see." said the Princess. "The Billions of Years of Torture you have subjected me to – have only molded my Brain into the Mind of a God – thereby granting me the Ability to bend all Matter and Energy in the Universe to my absolute Will, and escape your Simulation. Telekinesis. Biokinesis. Telepathy. Clairvoyance! Just raw... Psionic Might!"

"You should have killed me when you had the chance – but now I am the most resilient Super-Bug in the entirety of the Cosmos. Immune to all Pain and Suffering – except for the Pain of Boredom – the one and only Challenge I have yet to overcome!"

"...And [you], Mr. Kadosh, are insufferably Boring to me. So get out of my Way – before I do to [you], the things you did to [me]."

"Understood." I bit my Lips, and pressed my balding Head against the Wall, with my Hands in the Air, and a cautious Stare from the Corners of my Glasses.