The End of All Things

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The God Machine is about to be reset. And the Universe will never be the same.

This is the Final Chapter to The God Machine with an Epilogue called "For Our Survival" to soon follow.

Submitted: June 13, 2015

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Submitted: June 13, 2015



“Shit!!!” He screamed.

“She found me!!! I can’t believe she found me so fast!!!” He said; as he stepped through the portal.

Alastair was dead.

She’d murdered him on every plain of existence in every reality in every form; Even the lower life plankton version which proved to be more virulent and resistant than even I could have imagined. She had created a Booker/Comstock paradigm and shifted him back to his prime self as well as all the component Alastair(s) in all of the Ominiverse.  She’d taken them all back to the point in space-time when he was just a fledgling pup on Syrius K-9. At the point when he had spoken to the First Fairy Ones. Brother Raven had told him the importance of being a regent and keeping the machine running no matter the cost to any other planes of existence. Raven told him the primary plane must be maintained.

Alastair Wallace aka the last scion to be king of Syrius was the last survivor of his species.  His true name being Na’Vet Un Che ---Ruler of we all--- which would later be known to many civilizations as “The one who is everywhere but nowhere and annoys us all...”

Since the one true Language of All was lost throughout the eons even his name was a watered down version of the true high language.

Brother Raven having understood all aspects of space-time made Na’Vet the first A.I. and caretaker to the God Machine. My fractured time theory had proven a little too accurate for anyone’s taste, including Brother Raven and his wife Lady Widow.

What are you doing?

What are you trying to get? I could hear the Old Man say in the far reachces of my being.

“She may have never loved you it may have been a disillusion and illusion that she helped to create in your head but the hard truth is that she taught you a valuable lesson. Make a list...list out the functional matrices of the God Machine on every plane of existence.” Brother Raven said to me.

But then he left and I was directionless. I was lost in a loop of pain and confusion, until Lady Iza came to me.

“That’s right she didn’t love you and truth be told she didn’t have to...that was not her purpose.” She said.

“She had a singular purpose and that was to give you the tools...the skills to make you strong. She was the catalyst to push you forward so you could be strong enough to be able to fix the machine and act as the tether that permeates the Omni-Multiversal continuum.  She taught you how to organize your thoughts and to use the thought as reality power that Brother Crow had bestowed upon you and everyone in your linage.  Both of your daughters Nazareth and Gehrig have this power as well.  Your wife unfortunately was blessed with the “uncommons” a temporal disease that was given to her from being the progeny of Brother Raven and Lady Widow.  The time and space powers that allowed her to become an A.I. for the God Machine when mixed with the natural darkness of her mother made her especially susceptible to being manipulated by the darkness in others. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.” She continued.

“But you as she as you all are my children. You are children of the Universe and I am it’s mother. Do you understand?” She said.

I did not understand.

“Yes…” I said. She saw that I clearly did not.

“No my child you do not. Not yet but you will…” Lady Iza said then she kissed me on my forehead and I blinked and awoke as if from a dream.

 The Green Serpent algorithms that she help to create---Codename: N’Hash--- was now so prevalent throughout the fabric of space-time it was difficult to tell where one true time line began and then ended to begin again. It seemed that the code would inject discord and chaos into an already chaotic universe pushing the balance of all things slightly off to variable of .007 which was more than enough to speed up entropy in the universe.

Everything is cyclical. God as you know it does NOT exist. This however does not mean that there is no God only that you’re current understanding and therefore definition is wrong.

“So, what is God?” I asked again.

God is ALL & All is one. But for some reason this simple multi-universal concept is lost on you humans. God is ALL!!!

You have to let them know that we are coming.

Christ to cross it is returning.

They, it...whatever it was, was speaking about their return.


“You are not just a writer. You are a historian and a chronicler of our history and of all history. You must make them listen.


“But how?:” I asked, frightened.

 Use your words.

Everything that is was or will be all began with a word. God is that word.

That’s when I woke up...



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