In the beginning there was no beginning. This creation of the timeless universe by Sincerus was neither regarded as a good or a bad move, but it was a move. In other words, it was quite a choice.

  Choices.

  Before there were homo exspiravits, homo sapiens, dinosaurs, microbial life, stars, singular points of energy, heaven, hell, afterlives, universes, or even elder gods, there had to be the reality grid they existed in. The hypostasis behind it all. In this plane of existence and the layers below Sincerus always was and always will be, and there was only one human that could give him an end and a beginning.

  If that boy, teenager, or man were to give the eldest god Sincerus a beginning, that place would be somewhere amongst dreams, nightmares, realities, memories, and stories. Picture frozen-still rain somewhere in this kaleidoscopic imagination with its planetbound destination still loading. They were neither raindrops from hell or raindrops that could be stepped on, but this strange sky phenomenon would still be a marvel to noclip by. Every time Sincerus would ask about his existence, he would eventually spawn in this timeless city as a headless and robed mannequin rather than an untethered concept, and float above the shiny sidewalks leaving behind headless air silhouettes while his avatar got damper. He would giggle like a six year old travelling within this city that never existed on Earth, because in a way, he always was and always will be.

  Teehee, Sincerus would say, his childish voice echoing throughout the whole paused city.

  However, Sincerus had yet to ask about his existence. Strangely enough, he did remember being born in the aforementioned city, but if he were to explain how he came to be, he would say he had two births. From the existing one's perspective, these two births happened at two different points in his timeline, but to Sincerus they happened exactly at the same time. If one spawning failed, the other would occur.

  This time Sincerus was a floating sea of tesseracts, the little boy's voice who had shapeshifted into him still echoing across the grid.

  Why do I exist? the boy had thought to himself.

  The nine corporations reached the nine layers, and Monica was privy to how all nine of them would incite their own downfall. However, all of that was out of Monica's hands, because she had been seeking an angel across the cosmos. Monica, now with a new mission given to her by Iggy, had no interest in helping one platoon save those interdimensional corporations anymore.

  Monica's longer than usual jaunt was towards the angel that could help her jaunt to a boy that was possessed by her sister. Pager was also in hot pursuit of Monica, presumably having left Liesar behind at that sky simulation. She was not sure as to how as she was never able to before, but she was able to cut Page's mindlink this time around.

  Not yet loading anywhere, Monica wanted to directly spawn into any bathroom but she had to be so very careful of how she was noclipping. Indeed, she had reached the so called beginning.

  Stop calling it the beginning, Iggy had said.

  Why? It is the beginning of everything.

  You won't be able to comprehend how all these realities interact if you think of it as beginnings and endings.

  Lights that blinded her sight ceased, and her body that ignored physics arrived to the city with the frozen-in-midair rain. She had to restrain herself as she knew that not every bathroom actually existed, and if she became physical in a non-existent bathroom she would have to jaunt and noclip all over again to reach the same aerial spot by the clocktower with the unrecognizable designations of time.

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  By the way Iggy had explained it earlier, this human-populated planet that hosted this virtual simulation had global-spanning technology that would let people jump into their virtual fantasies, and Monica's biological form would take the shape of malware to reach the operating system. The gods, and now her, could spawn into the fantasy of the technology's inventor, and apparently the existing one could sometimes be found in this virtual city as malware too.

  The author and the creator are not the same person? Monica had asked.

  Nope. The inventor of it is some old scientist, Iggy had said. Someone else entirely. By the way, that old guy is pretty much god there, as his fantasy is always the final word. If you are in his field of vision when he wants to imagine something else there virtually, you're fucking dead. Like dead dead. Bye-bye. Forget heaven and hell, limbo, whatever. Sayonara to your life. Spawn somewhere far-fucking-away from him.

  Stumbling upon it scared Monica at first, but she knew it was the perfect spot. Like a little sanctuary in this little virtual fantasy, under her noclipping feet was the Church of Usher. Unlike the architecture surrounding the church, its architecture was indeed from Earth.

  Sincerus did not like the idea of being omnipotent, so he split himself into four beings.

  Limits! Limits! Limits! he said.

  Where it would happen would be in the concept of land itself, even before any kind of universe or vacuum of space could exist, but he knew he had to be more specific. So Sincerus decided to make land to be reminiscent of where the god, or the mod, that was given the most power came from.

  Anyone that would spawn within the spacetime of this new reality that was manifesting would call it a jungle that went on for infinity, but to Sincerus he was able to bypass the procedural generation until he decided to exist in that spacetime too.

  Sincerus, still as a t-posing mannequin with a white robe that did not even flap from the tropical winds rushing by, descended from the young and deep blue skies towards these richly red boulders beneath him that the procedural generation gave a rectangular topping. Approaching it made more red boulders spawn right by them, creating this large flagstone that had this smooth and flat surface, becoming a nice foundation for something for Sincerus to play with, however the procedural generation decided to no longer create red boulders. It went with palm trees and bright green foliage.

  No! No! No! Bad gene-tion! Sincerus yelled childishly.

  So Sincerus took over the procedural generation with his will and imagination. Now, with no interruption, millions of red boulders spawned into the shape of a flat square across the grid horizon, the entirety of its surface staying flat thanks to the mind's eye of Sincerus. Consequently the rest of the jungle surrounding the gargantuan flagstone generated with the algorithm's own decisions.

  Sincerus's new form appeared as a skyward pink mass at first, the white blip he was on the other side vanishing. Certain pink and spinning pixels took on more wrinkles, the fathomless brain penetrating every atmosphere and pushed out the clouds. The little god did not have the words to communicate it, but he thought that being stationary and just wishing that he had less power would be enough to mitigate his omnipotence. Either way, there was an incoming nimbus clouds that Sincerus's new brain-heart form did not push away.

  Teehee, the spawning and massive wet computer Sincerus giggled. Wow you're so cool! Can we be friends?

  We already are.

  The homo erectus on the flying nimbus was sometimes the capital G God, other times a lower case god, and other times the herald of Sincerus. The previous sentence was a sentence that was not meant to be understood by everyone and that was okay. To make more silly humans upsetti spaghetti, the monkey god descending and spinning around Sincerus, his name was Yahweh 'Allah' Wukong. His name was Yaw for short. The posing homo erectus pushed up his sunglasses and flashed his glowing teeth with a blade of purple nutsedge sticking out like a cigar. When he flashed them long enough, a twinkle from them resembled a big bang. A pair of holy machine guns and the eternal staff on his back were held up by the rope that was tied around his robe. In one of many of his lives, one where he sometimes wore an orange jumpsuit, he had to wait for the staff to grow, but now he could manifest it instead of waiting for it to travel. Yaw could spawn the staff like a line on a grid across all that ever was and all that will ever be.

  With a backflip, Yaw let the flying nimbus drift on autopilot and he superhero-landed beside one of the many floating hologram screens circling around the supernal wet computer. The one responsible for the floating terminals zapped into existence with excited pants.

  "Mirca!" Yaw yelled excitedly.

  The very very very smart corgi god, sometimes had taken up the title of God too, wore square glasses with thick black rims and wobbled very astutely towards the monkey king Yaw, and lowered her snout to receive his pets with so much joy.

  However, a mod was missing.

  "Where's Iggy?" Yaw asked.