The All-Seeing Eye
“Alright, we’re running the program now and forcing Iae to manifest,” says Mikey. “Keep your fingers crossed.” I keep them crossed, a faint smile on my lips.
“Everything looks good – the fight’s spilling over to Earth’s outer atmosphere, but yeah, Sheldon’s got it under control,” says Rory, observing the battle through screens that I cannot see. Multiple tremors shake the facility as the battle rages. I wait. They will exhaust each other out. “The upload’s going smoothly. Iae won’t know what hit it,” reports Mikey. “…and it’s done. Dio should be internalizing the rules about… wait.”
“What’s wrong?” Rory goes over to Mikey in concern.
“I… it can’t-“ Mikey can’t find the words to express himself, and so I answer for him. “Diogenes is rejecting your rules, is he not?”
“How did you – but no, that’s not actually possible.” Mikey grits his teeth, his expression pale.
“Come on, man, don’t fool around. Are you sure you did it right?” says Rory, raising his voice at Mikey. The self-proclaimed code monkey nods his head furiously. “The program would have bound even Iae. It was foolproof.”
“Well, there’s your problem,” I remark. “Diogenes is not Iae.”
“It is still categorically impossible for anything to even resist, let along reject, those rules.”
“Impossible? You have spent untold aeons in languor and forgotten one simple fact. If there is one thing we humans can do, it is making the impossible possible.”
The Masters blink at me.
“What? I thought it was a cool line.” I say, perhaps a bit defensively. Then, it happens. It is a noise that you only notice in its absence – a low, soft buzz; the whispers of the multiverse. The myriad murmurs slow down and fade away until all but one whisper is left. We are now cut off, an isolated pocket dimension where the Masters’ reach cannot touch my universe.
“Oh, fuck,” groans Rory. “Not again.” Mikey glares at me. “What did you do?”
“The impossible.” I grin at him as I raise my hand. With a single gesture I reduce the main control panel of the IAE system into dust. Predictably, the two Masters throw up a shield around themselves, suddenly cautious of me. “What the hell, man? Do you know what that means?” shouts Mikey in a panic.
“Of course. You can’t operate or manipulate the system again,” I laugh. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it anymore. As for what I did before this, I expect your new god will be summoning us for a chat pretty soon.”
It happens faster than I expected. Diogenes reaches towards me right as I finish my sentence – I put up no resistance.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself standing on a flat, white plain. The Earth hangs brilliantly in space, a blue globe frozen in time. All around me are scattered, burning, gigantic wrecks of metal, with real bodies entangled in the fiery hulks - victims of the battle that continues far above me, as tens of thousands of warships pit their strength against thousands of Vajra Shula fortresses. I spot Erika against the hull of a fallen cruiser, the lower half of her robotic body torn away. She stirs, sensing my gaze, and a slight smile spreads across her lips.
What did you do, Hoshikawa Senya?
The voice comes from a gigantic, lidless eye, its iris an iridescent blue.
“I am digging the new look, Diogenes,” I say. “How’s the depth perception, though?”
You think you can take this lightly, but you are wrong. What did you do?
I stare at Diogenes straight in the eye. Before I can answer, multiple streaks of lightning smash into the ground between us. As the smoke clears, I see Ean and Shulgi – I should have known that weasel found a way to survive – in a stand-off against three other Masters. All of them look roughed up and worse for the wear. I hop onto the highest metal wreck in the vicinity and survey them. Immortals, Masters – Stella and the dog appear in a flash, as does Mikey and Rory, who look absolutely terrified – and a fledgling god on the verge of seizing omnipotence and omniscience. I speak to them all.
“It appears that the system has encountered a paradox of sorts,” I begin, as they turn to look at me. “Over there you have the manifestation of IAE, the new Observer of all existence, and so on and so forth.” I gesture vaguely, dismissively in Diogenes’s direction. “And here,” I point at myself, “you have the arbiter. The key to the system. Unfortunately, it still bears the identification of the old Iae, which should have been wiped away in the process. Thankfully, I managed to figure out a way to retain it. The system encountered an error, and resolved it the only way it knew how. By locking down everything. That’s really shoddy programming, by the way.”
“When did you do it?” asks Mikey, his professional interest overcoming his fear.
“The security workstation,” I reply good-naturedly. “You should never have allowed me to touch a computer, but then again you had to, didn’t you? Well, that’s beside the point now.”
“We can undo it,” says one of the Masters, a man with glasses.
“You could, if I hadn’t destroyed the only interface by which you could do so. Just ask Mikey and Rory.” They visibly shrink away when the Master turns to glare at them.
“I am the arbiter and the gatekeeper. None shall pass from this dimension except through my will,” I say. “And it is my will, sincerely, that we all sit down and play cards for eternity.” There are a couple of instinctive groans from the Masters. I see Ean staring at me, a strange expression on his face, while Shulgi has an amused smile.
I will wrest open the gate and tear down your universe for this, Senya. I will not be denied.
“You’re not dropping bullshit on me anymore?” I grin. “It looks like you know exactly how it works. One of us has to die for the other to gain full control over the system.”
Even now, I have more control, young fool.
And I don’t doubt that he does. Despite all my powers, my body is still fundamentally human. I am not invulnerable. I am merely a speck – an immovable, irritable speck, but a speck nonetheless – in the face of the power that Diogenes has gained. His apotheosis is incomplete, but progressing at a rapid rate. He does not see and know all yet, but he will soon become acclimatized to his new powers enough that I will stand very little chance. Ean and Shulgi will no doubt side with me against Diogenes, no matter what they might decide after. The Masters are a tough call – I suspect Diogenes’s rejection of their rules have led them to decide that his nature may be too dangerous to be controlled, but I do not know if they will side against him.
Kyrie appears by my side.
“The conditions are cleared,” she says. “You can begin the process at any time.”
“I won’t do it if I don’t have to,” I reply.
“Maybe,” she shrugs. “You know it doesn’t matter to me, since you can’t be anything more than an idiot.”
***
I will need a way to overcome Diogenes. There are not many ways that I can reliably do so now.
A. Thankfully, the Sword of Ean has managed to survive the battle intact, and apparently the bomb has too. With my current powers I should be able to constrain the damage to a limited area. I ram the Sword of Ean into Diogenes’s Eye and detonate the Jupiter Bomb while he is still vulnerable.
B. The return of my powers of creation as well as establishing my credentials as the arbiter of the system allows me to draw upon the billion victims of the Gray Death. They will become a source of my power, fueling my strength to greater heights.
***
“Arbiter,” one of the Masters calls out, the man with the spectacles. “My name is Sheldon, and I am offering you a proposal.”
I thought we were friends, Sheldon, says the eye mockingly. You are just delaying the inevitable. My victory.
“Your friends tend to meet a nasty end, Diogenes,” laughs Sheldon, before he resumes addressing me. “Arbiter, I have a proposal. Whoever takes Iae’s place really does not matter to me, but I have a score to settle with your friends over there.” He points a finger at Ean and Shulgi. “If you allow us to work out our issues in another arena, we will leave you to discuss with Diogenes on how best to resolve this little impasse the both of you are in without interfering.” If the Masters did interfere – all seven of them – they would make my task of handling Diogenes significantly harder.
“Unfortunately, I have a score to settle with Diogenes,” says Shulgi. “I refuse this proposal.”
“I am of a mind with Shulgi. We can work this out here,” replies Ean as he raises his swords.
***
A. I approve of having a battle royale right here. I’ll take on both Diogenes and the Masters if that is how they want to play it.
B. I persuade Ean and Shulgi to battle the Masters somewhere else, so that I can deal with Diogenes one to one.