Jump 048: Supergod

Jump 048: Supergod

Location: Free Choice
Age: Irrelevant
Identity: Super God
Drawbacks: [+100] A Lengthy Holy War, Monster Made Flesh

[Free]      Choir of Humanity
[Free]      Across The Centuries
[Free]      A Greater Good
[100/1100]  From God To God
[300/1100]  Non-Sane
[1100/1100] The Time Lord
[Free]      Divine Duds

It is said that a beginning is a delicate time. It is fortuitous, then, that my story here does not start in the beginning but instead near the end.

Dajjal is an interesting individual. Something that is destined to walk a different path; I would personally prefer not to annihilate a continent, but there has been a fundamental shift in my nature and I must adapt accordingly. Inhabiting a body created alongside it, somewhere in a bunker a distance from Baghdad, its part of the project was to be a matter of tactical consciousness. I suppose, then, mine would have been deeper strategic considerations. Its palette is almost the perfect opposite of my own, but both our bodies are made of matter shifting through four-dimensional space.

A pity that no one thought to give any sort of direction when they elected to simply let Dajjal and myself out. And... well, and then everyone died. For all its words about the superiority of tactical consciousness and the inferiority of societies, Dajjal is just a complete jerk - but to be honest that's a problem with most of the so-called gods of this world. Becoming unbound in time is... interesting. Teleportation was already well within my capabilities. Clairvoyance as well. But this is at once the same but very different. It might break a mortal mind to be able to see things as I now do. It might not; it's remarkable, what the mortal mind can adapt to. Perhaps I am not running on sanity at the moment, no, but having the knowledge of what it is and its uses? It's absurd to just throw it away out of hand.

Dajjal walks to India, because all timelines twist there, according to it. I find it amusing. My path is going to the UK instead. Mushrooms grow on dead things. But only certain kinds of mushroom are to my preference, and I disapprove of other kinds muscling in on their territory.

Reddin describes our viewpoint as a worm farm in forced perspective, but that barely skirts the edge of the truth. Human consciousness flows through a single path, from the consciousness' perception. You have length, width, depth. Your three dimensions. Add another dimension - you move forward along it in four-dimensional Minkowski space, where those three dimensions are allowed to change. But I can see beyond this. Other places across a plane of five-dimensional probability, that's quite simple. I can see clearly enough to other possible outcomes in phase space. Dajjal amuses itself by speaking to them even as he considers the means to eliminate them. And energy-intensive as it may be, I can travel through phase space to another point, so long as it isn't too far away in six dimensional spacetime.

(Don't tell Dajjal, but I'd converted Skynet's time travel mechanics to run off of magecraft a long time ago - it's still incredibly greedy when it comes to energy, but I already knew how to do this. So this is just another way to do the same, but more convenient for me.)

If I squint - if you can pardon the hilariously inaccurate terminology - I can make out the physics beyond this. This universe is nicely contained within six dimensions - a mere point on a seven-dimensional line, on an eight-dimensional plane, in a nine-dimensional space. With the right knowledge and materials, one could step between them as easily as I step between points here. Different universes on that 7D line had different starting conditions, but the same laws of physics. Different lines have different laws of physics - different speed of light, or gravity, or other universal constants. Different possible physical laws are on different 8D planes in 9D space. All that within a ten dimensional point.

(Somewhere, way up there, I can almost make out someone waving to me with a laugh, before I focus back on the present.)

Bit hard to wrap one's head around, isn't it? But that's neither here nor there. What is there now: my hand on Reddin's shoulder as he prepares to enter the water.

"You thought your god was a mushroom, but it was me, Dio," I say to him. It's a pity he doesn't get the joke, but he was too busy trying to do science on drugs to appreciate more niche interests. He boggles for a few moments, lips forming words but no sound escaping him. I turn my attention to the walking fungus, casting my vision forward to guarantee my aim, then open the Gate in several places and at several times. The end effect is a chromatic rain of projectiles from golden portals, impaling the would-be deity before they disappear into golden motes of light.

Mouth agape, Reddin watches it freeze mid-stride in the Thames. "Who the hell is Dio? You?" Reddin finally asks me, having fallen onto his knees. He looks beyond me, watching the giant beginning to flake into ash, watching the ash fade into nothing. Portals continue to open in the skies above, projectiles raining down, each impact turning black mold into ash while barely damaging the surroundings. In most cases, anyway. Parliament's never going to be the same, neither is Buckingham.

"In Italian, Dio is God, in music, Ronnie James Dio is also God, and in this world, you are an uncultured heathen. Now go forth and sin no more, child of Adam," I tell him kindly. "Hold above you no gods, no kings. Only man."

And then I step away again, aiming to make good on my promise. Loose ends. Those mad with power. Those made of power. Neither can be permitted to survive if humanity might, nor can their works. All must be destroyed. I wonder, idly, what timeline Dajjal would have wanted to stay in. Then again, Dajjal said he wouldn't tolerate a society to exist in his presence - perhaps that's why he destroyed himself.

Me, I'm fine with a society. Just one without the leaders humanity here has known for the last century or so.