Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 12, 2022 12:03:18 GMT
Space warped as the skinny man entered through the portal to a world that looked nothing like the norm. Running a hand through his silver hair, he gritted his teeth.
"Aarica!" Indrid exclaimed loudly, a broken drone in his hand. At once, Aarica appeared like a ghost in it's haunted house: quietly and suddenly.
"Yes, brother?" She replied, wearing what amounted to a night gown. Her silver hair was down and around her neck was her favored red scarf. Indrid took one look at her and scoffed. "What?"
"Despite that look, I doubt you got any sleep."
"Dead woman sleep less than you think. You would believe that death is nothing but an endless, peaceful sleep, but alas..." Indrid nodded, walking over to one of the many tables in his Acreage Realm, he slammed down a drone along with a few pieces of paper. "What's this?" The ghost asked, watching him with interest, walking over.
"This... is a dilemma. If we solve this then godhood is within reach!"
"A dilemma of godlike proportions? I'm interested." She responded, sitting on the table crossing her legs. She took one of the papers Indrid placed down and read over it before smiling. "Oh brother, this isn't a dilemma, this is a paradox." Indrid smiled wickedly.
"Exactly. No question is above the mind of Doctor Akalade... or Director Akalade! Now then! Can an omnipotent god create a rock he himself can't lift?" Quickly, Aarica answered.
"Is that rock now so omnipotent as to challenge the power of a god?" Just as quickly as Aarica replied, his own smile completely washed away as he thought about his sister's response. "This is something I contemplated for quite a while now. You desire to rule over this mortal world, I desire to do the same, but if we both become gods, who would outclass the other?" A maniac's laugh filled the realm, Indrid holding his chest from the pain.
"Half of infinity is still infinity!"
"Yes... there's an infinite amount of numbers between one and two, but...?" Aarica left her question open ended, encouraging Indrid to work it out and indeed he did, slowly. She could see the gears turning in his head as he looked at the remaining papers on the table, then at Aarica, then back to the table. She felt the strain on his mind and body and her concern grew. After a few minutes, Indrid joined her on the table, even mimicking her by crossing his leg.
"But none of them is the number three. Right?" Aarica nodded. "I thought so! Then that means if three is infinity as well as numbers one through two, three would be the 'bigger' piece of infinity, and therefore greater. With that considered, omnipotent three would be able to lift a rock omnipotent one through two creates, but cannot lift themselves. What a breakthrough!"
Aarica clapped her hands, intentionally ensuring that no sound resulted from it. She was happy he worked through it, as he always did. To her, it was a sign that his mind wasn't as weak or fragile as his body... or Core.
"That of course leaves the question of which one of us is one, and which one of us is two?" she asked him calmly, a question that seemed to make no sense to Indrid.
"What a ludicrous thing to ask. Of course, You are number one, and I am number two, and together we make three. Our power will be so great that there will be none after or before us! That is the perfect world!"
"I like the sound of that... a world where you can live happily," Aarica replied, tossing her legs up on the table beginning to lay down. Indrid got up, moving himself and everything in her way onto their new home: the floor, with a push. He looked down at his sister, who looked back at him with tired, dead eyes. "A place in the life after."
"You mean... a world where you can live peacefully? Alive?" Indrid asked, "Here?" Aarica shook her head. As did Indrid, but neither said a word. One wanted the other happy and safe, but in two different places. "It... doesn't matter. Not now. As gods, we can travel freely wherever we want, right?" Aarica mouthed the word 'yes' before turning to her side.
"And when we are gone, one and two will become zero... wherever we end up, we'll have each other there too..."
"And someone else can take our place in the world we made for them."
"That's right... good night Indrid, don't stay up too long." Aarica smiled at him, closing her eyes. Indrid turned around to get a plain white sheet from the table behind him. Turning back to Aarica, he found her gone, as if she was never there to begin with. He dropped the sheet, looking at the table in resentment and want. Several long minutes passed before he started cleaning up the things he pushed to the floor, wondering if he was talking to himself this entire time, or if Aarica really was with him. These days, even he found it difficult to tell without someone else validating the experience of seeing her.
"Aarica!" Indrid exclaimed loudly, a broken drone in his hand. At once, Aarica appeared like a ghost in it's haunted house: quietly and suddenly.
"Yes, brother?" She replied, wearing what amounted to a night gown. Her silver hair was down and around her neck was her favored red scarf. Indrid took one look at her and scoffed. "What?"
"Despite that look, I doubt you got any sleep."
"Dead woman sleep less than you think. You would believe that death is nothing but an endless, peaceful sleep, but alas..." Indrid nodded, walking over to one of the many tables in his Acreage Realm, he slammed down a drone along with a few pieces of paper. "What's this?" The ghost asked, watching him with interest, walking over.
"This... is a dilemma. If we solve this then godhood is within reach!"
"A dilemma of godlike proportions? I'm interested." She responded, sitting on the table crossing her legs. She took one of the papers Indrid placed down and read over it before smiling. "Oh brother, this isn't a dilemma, this is a paradox." Indrid smiled wickedly.
"Exactly. No question is above the mind of Doctor Akalade... or Director Akalade! Now then! Can an omnipotent god create a rock he himself can't lift?" Quickly, Aarica answered.
"Is that rock now so omnipotent as to challenge the power of a god?" Just as quickly as Aarica replied, his own smile completely washed away as he thought about his sister's response. "This is something I contemplated for quite a while now. You desire to rule over this mortal world, I desire to do the same, but if we both become gods, who would outclass the other?" A maniac's laugh filled the realm, Indrid holding his chest from the pain.
"Half of infinity is still infinity!"
"Yes... there's an infinite amount of numbers between one and two, but...?" Aarica left her question open ended, encouraging Indrid to work it out and indeed he did, slowly. She could see the gears turning in his head as he looked at the remaining papers on the table, then at Aarica, then back to the table. She felt the strain on his mind and body and her concern grew. After a few minutes, Indrid joined her on the table, even mimicking her by crossing his leg.
"But none of them is the number three. Right?" Aarica nodded. "I thought so! Then that means if three is infinity as well as numbers one through two, three would be the 'bigger' piece of infinity, and therefore greater. With that considered, omnipotent three would be able to lift a rock omnipotent one through two creates, but cannot lift themselves. What a breakthrough!"
Aarica clapped her hands, intentionally ensuring that no sound resulted from it. She was happy he worked through it, as he always did. To her, it was a sign that his mind wasn't as weak or fragile as his body... or Core.
"That of course leaves the question of which one of us is one, and which one of us is two?" she asked him calmly, a question that seemed to make no sense to Indrid.
"What a ludicrous thing to ask. Of course, You are number one, and I am number two, and together we make three. Our power will be so great that there will be none after or before us! That is the perfect world!"
"I like the sound of that... a world where you can live happily," Aarica replied, tossing her legs up on the table beginning to lay down. Indrid got up, moving himself and everything in her way onto their new home: the floor, with a push. He looked down at his sister, who looked back at him with tired, dead eyes. "A place in the life after."
"You mean... a world where you can live peacefully? Alive?" Indrid asked, "Here?" Aarica shook her head. As did Indrid, but neither said a word. One wanted the other happy and safe, but in two different places. "It... doesn't matter. Not now. As gods, we can travel freely wherever we want, right?" Aarica mouthed the word 'yes' before turning to her side.
"And when we are gone, one and two will become zero... wherever we end up, we'll have each other there too..."
"And someone else can take our place in the world we made for them."
"That's right... good night Indrid, don't stay up too long." Aarica smiled at him, closing her eyes. Indrid turned around to get a plain white sheet from the table behind him. Turning back to Aarica, he found her gone, as if she was never there to begin with. He dropped the sheet, looking at the table in resentment and want. Several long minutes passed before he started cleaning up the things he pushed to the floor, wondering if he was talking to himself this entire time, or if Aarica really was with him. These days, even he found it difficult to tell without someone else validating the experience of seeing her.
