“Obviously it doesn’t matter WHAT I THINK,” I said, “since you’re THE DICK-TATOR of ENERGY and get bent out of shape when THINKING ENERGY BEING don’t obey your holier than thou commands unlike UNTHINKING ENERGY that JUMPS at the sound of your voice, so you do THY WILL BE DONE to me, cause I know now that EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR YOUR PLEASURE (which eventually you’ll probably confess in a book you write) so go ahead... pleasure yourself.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” said god, “do you or do you not want me to uncreate you?”

“Now you’re acting like a vampire who can’t cross a home’s threshold without permission,” I said. “Something is weird here. Are you saying that once energy is formed into an intelligence that THINKS, you can’t just do your pleasure–can’t do as you desire? Are you really my creator or just another intelligence gone ape shit? Maybe your just one of those demigods I’ve been hearing about–ACTING like you’re God Almighty but in fact are the devil. Anyway, if you CAN UNCREATE ME, it would not do you any good if you think I’ll care because once I’m uncreated I can’t think, therefore I wouldn’t know I’m uncreated, and .for me it would be like I’ve never been. For you however, you’ll always have the memory that some of us don’t jump and ask, “How high?” just to get a reward, which of course is how dictators act and sheep respond. So go ahead, uncreate me and let’s see what happens.”

ZAP! “SHIT...IT DIDN’T WORK...YOU’RE STILL HERE. DAMN IT!” Said god.

“So now what?” I asked.

To be continued or not, nem.

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PART ONE BELOW:

: In the beginning of my life as a human right after I was
: created, the creator looked at me and said, “I’ll call you

: human. What do you think?”

: Remembering back to that day, I recall not thinking anything.
: I was just looking around at things. Nothing meant
: anything. Everything was just meaningless shapes, colors
: and imagines, and I know sure as hell that I didn’t
: understand what god meant by the word “human” or the word
: “think” (now I wonder...what was he thinking?)”

: Sometime later when I had learned a few things I asked God,
: “What right did you have to create me? Who gave you
: permission, because I sure didn’t.”

: God looked at me kinda strange and said, “I’m God. I don’t
: need no stinkin’ permission. And anyway, how could you have
: given permission when you didn’t know shit.”

: So I said, “You took energy particles and created this body
: for me. Did the individual energy particles agree to it, or
: did you force them?”

: God said, “I never thought of it that way but now that you
: mention it, OF COURSE I FORCED IT. They don’t call me THE
: FORCE for nothing. And anyway, energy particles are a
: resource, like rocks. They’re there and if you need them
: you use them. Until a few moments ago I’ve never had a
: creation ask me such dumb questions.”

: “There are no dumb questions, just dumb creators,“ I said.
: “Which brings me to another question, who do you think is
: going to be responsible for the mess I create because you
: created me?”

: “Never thought of it quite that way,” said God, “BECAUSE I
: DON’T ANSWER TO ANYONE, so it doesn’t matter that I AM
: responsible for your messes. Take that to the bank you
: little shit. AND NOW THAT YOU'VE PISSED ME OFF, I'm
: thinking of UNCREATING YOU. What do you think of THAT?”

: TO BE CONTINUED OR NOT...nem.