THE COLLECTOR

Occupying the void outside of time, I survey my work. When I created this universe there was perfection. But something changed and I can’t find the error. There is a rotten disease that has infected all that begins. Who am I? I am the god king. I transcend time. I do not know my origin except that I am alone. My creation cannot comprehend my majesty nor shows me reverence. With just a mere snap of my fingers I can crush any planet, system, or the entire universe as it is known. But the darkness I see cannot be left to flourish. It only brings me more pain. So, I crush planet by planet where life has begun, folding space like a simple piece of paper to reach into their ignorant existence to assert my dominion. Their screams are but dust in the wind, of no consequence. To remind me of this rage I place the remains of each darkened planet, mangled and broken into my honeycomb. Yet I cannot reconcile what is happening. I love my creation. I hate what they have become. Am I just like them? 

“Bobby! Stop daydreaming and play the game!” invades my ear canals… shocked back to reality I find myself sitting in front of the TV with controller in hand. I enter my gamer handle so that we can go another round on a new server. I'm The Collector.