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October 11, 2017

In the known universe, there are only four planets that have intelligent life: Earth, Lucifer, Oberon, and Terra. Earth isn’t the only planet that humans inhabit, they also inhabit Oberon (not to be confused with Uranus’s moon).

Every one thousand years, one of Oberon’s deities gives up their powers and they put it on the line in a tournament for various reasons.

The deities on Oberon had three laws to follow, that they’ve created themselves:

1. Don’t alter the laws of nature.

2. Don’t take away free will.

3. Don’t get involved in mortal affairs.

Chaos, the goddess of the cosmos, broke the third law by helping a little girl named Celeste.

Celeste lived with her overbearing parents. Even when Celeste was an adult, her parents would still tell her what to do. They would resort to various tactics such as gas lighting, belittling, vague threats, and violence.

Celeste couldn’t turn to the authorities, because the people of Oberon had no concept of child abuse. The only thing that Celeste could do was to pray to the gods.

One evening, while Celeste prayed in her room, an old woman appeared to her.

“Hello, Celeste,” the old woman said.

“Who are you?” Celeste asked.

“I’m Chaos. I’m the goddess of the cosmos.”

“Are you here to punish my parents?”

“I would love too. But I have a better idea. I will send you to a planet called Lucifer. You will struggle at first, but your life will get better.”

“Okay. Send me there, then.”

Chaos used her powers to create a glowing tunnel.

“This wormhole will lead you to Lucifer,” Chaos said. “Go!”

Right before Celeste entered the wormhole, her parents entered her room.

“What is going on here?” Celeste’s father asked.

Chaos slammed the door. Celeste’s father tried to open the door, but Chaos locked it.

“Go, Child,” Chaos said.

Celeste stepped into the wormhole without looking back.

Sometime later, Chaos’s peers put her on trial for getting involved in mortal affairs and she was found guilty. As punishment, Chaos had to give up her powers and live as a mortal.
But Chaos would not be alone. Tempus, the god of time, voluntarily gave up his powers so he could live as a mortal with Chaos.

Tempus and Chaos’ powers were put on the line in a tournament.

The final match of the tournament was between Glacier, the goddess of ice, and Iggy, the god of fire.

Glacier and Iggy fought across the entire galaxy, causing massive destruction to various planets. The battle ended in the North of Oberon, which was covered in ice.

Glacier rammed Iggy through an ice cave. The both of them were on the ground, flat on their backs. However, Glacier managed to get on her feet, but Iggy couldn’t.

The winner of the tournament: Glacier.

Sometime later, Glacier was in her ice palace, celebrating. She walked around the palace, talking to everybody like they were her friends. Glacier eventually visited the science lab, located in the palace’s basement.

“Status report?” Glacier asked.

“We’ve tested the machine repeatedly,” one of the scientists said. “It’s impossible to create a machine to reverse time and look into different time lines.”

“No worries. I have Chaos’ and Tempus’ powers. So, you can scrap this project if you want. But thanks for the effort.”

Suddenly, Glacier felt weak, and she had a sharp pain in her stomach. She also noticed that she was glowing.

“What’s happening!” Glacier screamed.

“You can’t handle that much power,” one of the scientists said. “You’re going to explode.”

“And nobody told me this?”

Glacier transferred her powers that she got from Tempus and Chaos into the machine.

At that point, the machine lit up like a Christmas tree. On the screen, everybody saw multiple timelines popping up, one after the other.

“It worked,” one of the  scientists  said. “It actually worked!”

Everybody in the lab celebrated.

“Excellent,” Glacier said, because I have plans.”

“What would those plans be?” asked a man wearing a suit.

“Hello, Clarence,” Glacier said. “How is my love?”

“I’m doing good. Congratulations on winning the tournament. So, what are your plans?”

“Having scientists work for me and falling in love with a mortal  is considered  getting involved in mortal affairs. I will use this machine to find a way to appeal that law. It will be easier than cutting through all that red tape. After that, I will form a plan to take over Oberon.”

Clarence looked at the machine. “Is that the project you’ve been working on?” he asked.

“Yes, and it finally works.”

“What do you call it?”

“I’ll call it a reality engine.”

Earth – 1983

Monica and Martha were twin sisters. Throughout her childhood, Monica kept insisting that she and Martha were from another planet. Eventually, Monica’s parents brought her to see a psychologist.

One day, as Monica sat in an office, a tall man with glasses walked in.
“Hello, Monica,” the man said. “My name is Dr. Noble. But you call me Don. Anything you tell me will be between us. But if I think you’re going to hurt yourself, I’ll have to tell someone. Do you understand?”

Monica nodded her head.

“Excellent,” Dr. Noble said. “Your parents tell me that you and your sister are from a planet called Oberon. What can you tell me about that planet?”

“You won’t believe me,” Monica said. “Nobody does.”

“You don’t know that. The universe is such a large place. There’s no way Earth is the only planet that has intelligent life. So, what can you tell me about Oberon?”

“It has people, just like Earth. On Oberon, the grass is pink.”

“I see. How did you two end up on Earth?”

“We played in a field one day, and we fell down a plot hole. That’s when we came to Earth.

“Your parents adopted you and Martha, right?”


“Since your birth parents left you behind, do you feel like you don’t belong; like an alien?”
After a few therapy sessions, Monica stopped talking about Oberon. However, she had other issues to deal with.

Monica and Martha got along sometimes. But they didn’t most of the time.

Martha would always manipulate and pressure Monica to do her bidding. Sometimes, Monica would get in trouble for doing Martha’s bidding.

For example, one night, at the age of 17, Martha got drunk at a party. She noticed a guy wearing a white button-up shirt, sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Emily,” Martha said. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Larry.”

“I’ve never seen him around school before.”

“I think he’s from out around the bay somewhere.”

“He looks like a square. I’m going talk to him.”

Martha stumbled to the couch and she fell on Larry’s lap.

“What are ya at?” Martha asked.

“This is it,” Larry said.

“Where are you from?”

“The bay.”

“What town?”

“You know.”

“Not going tell me? Maybe this will this will change your mind.”

In a drunken stupor, Martha gave Larry a kiss. She actually shoved her tongue down his throat. Eventually, Martha went up for some air.

“Where are you from?” Martha asked.

“Dildo,” Larry said

As soon as those words escaped Larry’s lips, Martha busted out laughing.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” Larry said.

“Can you believe there’s a town with that name?” Martha asked.

As Martha continued to laugh hysterically, she tripped.

“What do you know,” Larry said. “You actually tripped on a cordless phone.”

At that point, Monica and Emily picked Martha up from the floor.

“Look who is it,” Martha said. “It’s my best friend, and my best sister.”

“Okay, time to take you home, drunky,” Monica said.

“You can’t be drinking and driving.”

“I’m sober.”

“I’m the other twin. I mean, older twin. And I only had one drink. I’m driving.”

Monica ignored Martha as she and Emily brought Martha to the car.

“Don’t ignore me,” Martha said. “I had a lot to eat, so the food absorbs most of the beer. Give the keys.”

Monica continued to ignore Martha.

“I said, give me the fucking keys!” Martha said.

“No,” Monica said.

“You’re being a baby. Give me the keys!”

“I said no!”

Martha continued to annoy Monica, as Monica drove home.

“I asked you to do one thing, and you couldn’t do it,” Martha said. “Don’t ask me to do anything for you again. Now, pull over and let me drive the rest of the way home. Are you going to let me drive?”

“For the last fucking time, no!” Monica yelled.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!”

Martha slapped Monica on the side of the head in a drunken rage. This caused Monica to swerve the car and run into their parents’ garage door.

“Look what you did,” Martha said.

“Fuck you!” Monica said. “You hit me while I was fucking driving!”

Martha and Monica’s parents stormed out of the house.

“What the fuck,” their father said in a whisper, still in shock.

“Monica, what happened?” Martha and Monica’s mother asked.

As soon as their mother opened the driver door, the smell of alcohol disgusted her.

“You were drinking and driving!” their mother said.

“No, it’s not like that,” Monica said.

“You two get in the house!” their father said. “Now!”

Martha and Monica got out of the car. Monica walked in the house like she was walking the green mile. But Martha stumbled to the house in a drunken stupor.
As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, they were about to go to their rooms. But their father ordered them to sit at the kitchen table.

“What the fuck were you two thinking, going to a party and drinking?” Martha and Monica’s father said. “You two are under age.”

“Ha, that rhymed,” Martha said. “You’re a poet and you don’t even realize it.”
“I wasn’t drinking,” Monica said. “Martha was drunk and I drove her home. I was the designated driver.”

“Why didn’t you stop her from drinking?”

“How could I?”

“You’re her sister!”


“You could have called, Monica,” Monica and Martha’s  mother said.

“But I drove Martha home! I wasn’t drinking. I was being responsible.”

“You’re not responsible. If you were, you wouldn’t have gone to the party in the first place. I hope you two enjoyed yourselves, because you two will never drive the car again. Now, go to your rooms.”

“No good deed goes unpunished,” Monica said under her breath as she walked up the stairs.

The following Friday, Martha approached her parents, who were in the kitchen, reading the paper.

“Can I get a ride?” Martha asked.

“What for?” Martha’s father asked.

“I’m looking for a prom dress.”

“Can’t you take the bus?”

“The bus schedule sucks.”

“Who are you going with?” their mother asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Martha said. “Maybe nobody.”

“Monica! Can you come downstairs, please?”

Monica walked downstairs and entered the kitchen.

“Can you drive your sister?” their mother asked. “She needs to look for a prom dress.”

“Does this mean I can drive again?” Monica asked.

“Yes. But only when we say you can. Since Martha was the one who drank, we’re not letting her drive.”

“So you’re punishing me by making me drive Martha wherever she wants, even though I was being responsible.”

“You crashed the car.”

“That’s because Martha hit me while I was driving!”

“I don’t want to hear it!” their father said. “Drive your sister where she needs to go.”

“Fine then. I’ll be in the car.”

A few minutes later, Monica and Martha drove off.

“So, who was that guy you were talking to last week?” Monica asked.

“His name’s Larry.”

“Like him?”

“I just met him. He seems like a square.”

“The prom is in a few weeks. Why don’t you ask him to go with you?”

“Maybe. Hey, can you turn left at the next intersection?”


Monica turned left.

“Pull over,” Martha said.

“Okay,” Monica said.

Monica pulled over in front of a dilapidated house.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Martha said as she got out of the car. She returned five minutes later.

“What was that about?” Monica asked.

“I owed Emily some money,” Martha said.

“But that’s not Emily’s house.”

“I meant to say Rob.”

Monica noticed something hanging out of Martha’s pocket.

“What’s in your pocket?” Monica asked.

“None of your business,” Martha said. “I need to look for a prom dress.”

Monica drove Martha to a local boutique. When Martha entered the boutique, she saw Larry there.

“Hey, Larry,” Martha said.

“Hey,” Larry said. “Uh…I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Martha. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for tux for the prom.”

“We go to the same school, don’t we?”


“Are you going to the prom with anybody?”

“No. Are you?”

“No. Want to go with me?”

“Really? We don’t even know each other.”

“So what? It’s just the prom.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Wicket. I have to look for my sister. I need her help picking out a dress.”

Later on that day, Martha and Monica went home. As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, their parents stood there with their arms folded.

“Are you two okay?” Martha asked. “You two look crooked.”

“You talk to them, Nina,” their father said.

“Where have you two been?” Nina asked.

“Looking for a prom dress,” Martha said.

“Somebody told us that you dropped by a drug house.”

“Who told you that?”

“None of your business! How could you drive your sister there, Monica?”

“She’s the one who went inside,” Monica said.

“But you fucking drove her there!”

“Everybody shut-up!” Martha and Monica’s father said.

“Don’t tell anybody to shut-up, Jerry,” Nina said.

Jerry took a deep breath.

“As soon as you two graduates, Martha’s going into rehab, and Monica’s moving out,” Jerry said.

“We’ll be eighteen in the summer,” Martha said. “I don’t have to go to rehab if I don’t want to.”

“In that case, the both of you can just move out!”

Jerry stormed upstairs and Nina followed him.

“I’m sick and tired of getting into trouble because of you,” Monica said.

“You’re getting on with foolishness,” Martha said.

“Look at you. You’re turning into Mom and Dad. Except they’re not druggies like you.”

“Fuck off!”

Martha ended the conversation and she stormed off.


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