Timecaster

TWENTY-SIX

The Mastermind is awed by his own power.

He didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Is it possible for God to amaze Himself?

Unequivocally: yes.

But he plays it cool. Aloof.

The recognition will come later. Or maybe it won’t. That depends on the mouse.

In the meantime, he plays the game and wears his mask.

He’s actually a good actor. The role of the concerned friend. The shocked utopeon. The interested scientist. The outraged citizen.

People play so many roles in their lives. Most of the fools stick with the part they were given, never even considering something greater.

The Mastermind is sickened by mankind’s predictability. A species should have some concern for its own evolution. Bacteria don’t get complacent. There are no fat and lazy fungi.

What began as tech and discovery has become too good for the human race. Pure science has been replaced by vendetta.

Yes, it is amusing. Why did God create life if not to be amused by death?

But now it is so much more than mere amusement.

Humanity needs a wake-up call.

It just got a big one.

And by the time the Mastermind is finished, there won’t be anyone left to wake up.