The Solar System

Began the end of the first world, the destruction of the fifth era of the Multiverse. There was an instability deep in the Multiverse, more than an itch. Ahead was a temporal backstop, a point where the end or a transformation occurred and it was here. Locally, the power buildup manifested by an extension of the shimmer which had been growing an surrounding Sophie. Around the pivot point in time and space, the Attractor, the guardian of the Multiverse began to warp space and energy like light twists around a black hole. But in a second, a minute or a moment the strange gold sparkling colors that shadowed Sophie spread.

The sun, in the sky began to change as the soft while photons were, like sperms floating up to impregnate moving and vibrating. The yellow rays on the upper atmosphere turned green as the Apocalypse who had been slowly falling on earth ready to destroy in minutes all human life was slowing, halting and also changing. The shimmer entered the Dot and spread over the Nexus to all worlds already ready to die. The power flowed deep as ice turning to water then vapor.

The world changed in a deeper, more fundamental way. People were tics and the host was dying. Time the almighty, stopped everywhere as if it was waiting for Sophie to act. In the sky over Paris, a hundred feet above the sleeping bodies of the President, the death from above dared to halt and waited. It did so not out of lack of resolve but because the master, time, called.

Time, normally so complacent to human life was capricious today, it now felt it was a part of a whole upset with giving humans so much control. The Multiverse was hurting and one way to see it was up in the sky above. The stars all lit up even as the sky was colored in deep shades of green, they punched in and stood at attention. The world, the Multiverse was turning, rolling sideways as this final chapter was unfolding.

Every world of the Multiverse was under the same obligation to roll over and die, like dominos they were the first to go and they did but since time itself was on strike, nothing happened. The play had ended, it was magical and now the human race had to stand up, clap and cheer until there was an encore.

Energy changed the basic fabric of life and time stopped as the shimmer took over. No human was around to see the fabric of the sole creature that matter change. Even the Martians, deep underground were asked by the Multiverse to watch powerless floating feet above the ground. They were, like the millions of powerless races watching and crying.

This was, as foretold the Genesis, the End.

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But then, power began to pulse. In no place of the Multiverse was there any force able to stand up to the end of time but on earth. Humans were there, connected to an invisible network of energy called the Digital World. Around, in the fabric of the space between bodies, the Rho waves began to resonate. The energy of emotions, love, and fear was strong. Thanks to Emilio’s suggestion, it was strong enough to take structure and consistency like small pearls of jelly appearing in a pot cooking. Energy of a different type, a different color, a different feel was, like blood flowing in the veins created by the electrical network that surfaced the earth.

No one, no human, no life was allowed to watch the exhibitionism of the Multiverse bearing herself naked. The green energy in the fabric of space, ready to extinguish this world, met pushback. Like a candle flickering in the darkness of night, or a warm cup of tea placed in the coldness of a winter night, the pulse of earth and humans refused to go. This, in the Solar System of the Cold was the last stand of a defeated Army.

There was a pulse, energy. The lines formed by the network of electronic semiconductors were now filled with Marilyn and her race but it was also hosting the mind of billions and their emotions. There was a strain, a push, as if the door, almost opened was not going to so easily be pushed. The earth was filled with the minds and the Rho waves produced by several billion humans exalted by Emilio’s words. Everyone was ready, whose who needed sex just had made love, those who needed music heard a symphony, and whose who needed to touch felt what they wanted. These billions were unable to see the power trying to end but they felt it, collectively tired, exhausted or sad. They were there, different from the Attractor.

Humanity was ready, it was present and if it had to die, it would watch with a fucking smile. One word only remained in the vernacular, Sophie wasn’t a hero or even a champion, she was an... Avatar.