The Mustachioed Man was worried. The construction for the latest contraption hadn’t been completed yet. The deadline had been pushed back and pushed back due to the unintended loss of many workers on the team. He had threatened and cajoled the remaining researchers to finish the device on time, but without the presence of people who knew what they were doing, it was an uphill climb.
Up until now, they had finally made a major breakthrough, and were on the path to success. But all that progress would be lost if it wasn’t completed in time. He tried to put fear as motivation behind them, but that could result in more mistakes, costing them resources they couldn’t afford.
Looking at his options, he decided that the best course of choice was to remove the source of sponging his best and smartest people out of commission. However, the paradox was that the very device these people were working on was devised to do that very thing.
But this wasn’t the only recourse available to prevent this outwardly cause of brain drain. He’d set out several options in advance just in case such a time became necessary to implement them. Of the remaining contingencies, one was still too risky, two were still in development, one was still experimentative, three were currently missing, and one had ended in failure.
The Mustachioed Man sifted through his mail, looking for viable resources for the task at hand, and was surprised to find confirmation for meeting with a recluse. He had sent the request ages ago, and only just now got a response. Considering the scarcity of this happening, and the lack of viable options, this was looking more and more like an alluring choice.
He hadn’t wanted to use up his strongest Trump Card so early in the game, but considering the stakes involved, he figured he might as well use it, otherwise there might not be another chance.
He could’ve very well sent one of his delegates to do the task, but decided to make the persuasive
argument himself. Any one of them could’ve been sent away, or worse. And he couldn’t afford to lose anybody for what was a time-sensitive matter. This guy wasn’t somebody who could be easily convinced if a stand-in was in his place anyways.
After a day’s journey, the Mustachioed Man arrived at the front door of the Hermit. It was in an out-of-the-way location that was far from the civilization he was more accustomed to. The lodgings looked perfectly ordinary to the outside, perfectly camouflaged to resemble the organic surroundings, and would’ve gone by unseen by anybody who’d bother to notice. He took care to knock a specific number of times, evenly spaced in a rhythmic pattern that was cadence for a song long since forgotten. The ritual finished, he stepped back and prepared to wait however long it’d take for an answer. He took care to avoid stepping in the garden.
The door opened a crack. “Oh, it’s you.” The door widened, letting the expected visitor inside. There were a fair number of oddities within the cramped interior, which contained the entirety of the Hermit’s belongings, knickknacks lining the shelves, a pantry full of stocked food, obscure books that had never been reprinted, furnishing with no trace of dust upon them and a single solitary chair. This was not a place accustomed to receiving company.
“What are you doing here?”
“I got your notification that you were open to discussion. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting a reply. Normally, I wouldn’t bother, but times are desperate.”
“What do you want?”
“Straight to business it is. I have need of your services.”
“When I sent that letter, I needed assistance. I was suffering from an unforeseen ailment, with no one around, and had to deal with the matter myself. I still don’t feel quite the same. And now that you’ve finally decided to show up, you want my help?”
There was a sudden thumping sound emanating from the wardrobe. The Mustachioed Man turned his head towards the noise, but the Hermit paid it no mind.
“There’s not much you can say to convince me. I don’t feel much like leaving the confines of this room.”
Regaining his composure, the Mustachioed Man continued. “You won’t have to. There’s been advancements made so that insiders can venture the great outdoors without having to experience all the dangers of outside.”
“I can already do that from here.”
“Yes, but you can go outside, but still feel like you’re inside.”
“I don’t need the outside world, and the outside world has made it very apparent that it doesn’t want me.”
“I need your services if only for a moment. No one else but you are capable of this.”
There was another insistent thumping sound.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” he said a little too quickly.
The thumping was becoming more rhythmic in sequence. “There’s definitely something coming from that closet!”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“I don’t hear anything.”
“You can hear a pin drop across a room filled with heavy running machinery. You’re not going to check it out?”
“Are you calling in that favour?” he asked hopefully.
“It’s not a disembodied body part is it?”
“I should only be so lucky.”
The Mustachioed Man decided to belay his concerns. His curiosity could wait. Securing the Hermit’s cooperation took priority first.
“Look, no one better knows how to contain malicious threats than you. We’re on the verge of a breakthrough, and we need an extension.”
At this, the Mustachioed Man brought out a hooded helmet. The Mustachioed Man would’ve preferred to bring an offering over, preferably in the form of a well-prepared meal, but the Hermit was notoriously difficult to shop for. Anything that he could’ve wanted, he could find an alternative, provide for himself or get well enough on his own. But this wasn’t one of them.
“With this, you can bring all the comforts of home with you. You can bring your children, your family, your pets, without any of them being very far from where you are.”
“Sounds promising… if I had anybody I wanted to keep close by.”
“You’re missing the point. I’m saying that you can come with me, and help settle this business. After which, you can choose to stay where you are, or use this new tool to explore new avenues.”
The Hermit considered this, cocking his finger against his chin in deep contemplation. Of course it was all for show. The Hermit was a creature of habit. He was still wearing the same style of clothing since the last time he’d gone out.
“After this, you’re not going to ask for my help again?”
“I wouldn’t ask for your help if I didn’t think I needed it.”
“Alright, though I’m not sure how much help I can be with your research. It’s been a long time, and I’m a little out of practice.”
“This isn’t that kind of job. I need your other talents.”
Having clarified the specifics of what was needed, the two of them waited at the assigned place, the The Mustachioed Man looking up at the constantly shifting multicoloured kaleidoscopic sky. He had the Hermit stay in the doorway while he looked upwards from the roof, expecting his visitor to come make the necessary formalities. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any need to intervene, but past experience had never been a reliable indicator. The timer ticked down, and The Being that had Once been Human showed up on schedule. It was vaguely Humanoid in appearance, but cloaked in a tattered cloak, and rapidly shifting eyes that refused to stay still for long.
“Hello, God.”
The Being that had Once been Human spoke with a voice of Authority that was tainted with power, knowledge and madness.
“If you’re facing me, you must be trying to talk me out of my mission. I don’t sense any Technology pointed in my direction.”
“At this stage, it’d just be a waste. I’m here to convince you to give us some more time.”
“That’s not good enough. I need a better reason than that. I need my Tithe.”
“Yes, I know. I’m just asking for you to wait a little longer. We’re on the brink of a great breakthrough, and need our current team for it to reach completion.”
“You should be able to find suitable replacements for them. You’ve always been able – ”
“We may NOT be able to find any replacements! It took the time between when you last came and now, just to find suitable people for the team we’re using today! Removing them from the equation could endanger the whole operation!”
“You don’t know that. They could be reaching their peak potential now, and never be able to reach such heights later. I can’t take that chance.”
“So, that’s it then? No compromise?”
“Not unless you can convince, impress or eliminate me.”
“So it’s come to this after all. Alright then, he’s all yours.”
Upon this signal, the Hermit came out of the doorway to God’s derision.
“ONE Man?? Is this intended to be an insult? You know that One Man isn’t enough of a sacrifice to feed my need!
“So, you won’t be satisfied with having just me? That’s good to know,” and the Hermit turned to leave.
God zoomed in closer, his full form appearing within the confines of the Hermit’s Helmet-Room. “Don’t ignore me! You think you can – oh, this is a rather elaborate design”, God praised, visibly impressed with the elaborate confines of the miniature space, an exact replica of the Hermit’s home. He extended an arm to test the room’s range. “It even has limiters to keep family from straying very far. I should consider something like that.”
The Hermit looked nonplused as he casually cracked open a Walnut on the table, and offered the contents to his hostilely receptive guest. God reluctantly took one, his need for nourishment having long since phased out, but still wanting to put up appearances of politeness. Only when the Hermit popped a Walnut in his mouth did God absorb the contents of the nut in the palm of his hand. It was a pleasant sensation revisiting the memory of dissolving food within his body.
“Just the right combination of proteins and amino acids,” God analyzed, struggling to come up with suitable complementary words.
“I grew them myself.”
“Limestone soil, huh? What kind of Fertilizer do you use?”
“Whatever comes around to die in my garden. I’m not very picky.”
There was a sudden thumping sound.
“What was that?”
“You didn’t hear anything.”
“Don’t tell me what I cannot hear! I’ve already had too much of that in my life! Far too much…” God trailed off becoming more despondent. “It came from that closet!”
“You better not look in there.”
God was about to open the door wide until he reconsidered the Hermit’s warning. There had been multiple instances in the past where he was told not to look in a forbidden area that he would later regret. If there was a reason not to take a peek, then it must be a pretty good one.
God released his hands off the closet handles, backing away. A resigned sigh from the Hermit was all the verification he needed.
“You won’t catch me with your perverse psychology!”
“Reverse pyschology.”
“Whatever. I can see clearly into your mind and – ” then God stopped short. “What have you done to your head???”
Where there should have been a functioning malleable brain, there was instead a large firm mass in the shape of a walnut. This man clearly had walnuts on the brain.
“I had a pounding headache. This was the only cure I had available.”
The sudden thumping from the closet resumed. God looked at the closet to the Hermit’s head and back again. Then God suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place. “Don’t think this is enough to save you from my wrath! I need more implementation of information, and from the meager brain waves you’re emitting, you wouldn’t even serve as a tasty snack!”
“If that’s how you feel about it, then I won’t bother you any longer.” And with that, the Hermit faded and disappeared from God’s sight.
Perplexed, God removed himself from the confines of the Helmet-Room and looked around. The Hermit was nowhere to be seen. Only the Mustachioed Man was still on the rooftop with him.
“Where’d he go?”
“You said you didn’t want him. You’re so smart. Figure it out yourself.”
God stared incomprehendibly at the Mustachioed Man. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I might as well get what I came here for.” And God lifted his form up into the sky. He scoured the ground below looking for his intended targets. Normally, they’d be as easy to find, since their intellect glowed like stars in a dark universe. But after several seconds, he was surprised he couldn’t even sense the slightest glimmer.
He zoomed in closer, figuring that maybe they must’ve been hiding themselves better, and the previous altercation had been nothing more than a minor distraction. No matter. He’d find what he was looking for sooner or later.
At this point, he’d zoomed in close enough that he realized that he was swooping within the confines of cities, towns and large swatches of land without having sensed or seen a single soul in sight. What’s more, apart from the now vacant buildings, there was no proof that any life had ever existed.
Feeling visibly concerned, he made his way back the way he came, hoping to get some answers out of the Mustachioed Man. But even that was denied him, as the Mustachioed Man was no longer there. And neither was the Helmet-Home the Hermit used.
Then he realized – the reason he didn’t see the Hermit-Home was because he was still holding it in his hand. How silly of him! But he’d never admit it, even in the presence of no witnesses. He took another look inside, just to be certain, but there wasn’t anybody inside there, including the absence of a thumping closet. There was nothing particularly elaborate about it – it didn’t have any reality-warping properties, save for potential suspension of belief in this elaborate safe space.
When he looked up from the Helmet again, he sensed that something about this world had changed. Without even rising up to the Heavens, he could feel it. It now felt smaller, somehow. But the dimensions of the world hadn’t changed. To verify his unease, he lifted himself up into the stratosphere, only to find that there was sudden resistance that had nothing to do with atmospheric pressure. Curious, he exerted more pressure against the invisible wall, testing for all kinds of signals and feedback it was giving off. Then, an opening appeared, smaller than a fraction of a split atom. But size wasn’t a factor – shrinking himself to fit, he flew through… only to find himself transplanted at the opposite side of the world he was in. This empty world that only had an occupancy of one. That seemed to be shrinking at every interval.
And then, at last, he understood where he was, and what’d happened to him.
“Is he gone?”
“He’s currently trapped in a rapidly shrinking empty bubble Universe, similar to this one. It might take him awhile for him to notice, but he shouldn’t be able to get out of there.”
“Oh, he’ll be back. He Always comes back. But at least, we’ve bought ourselves some time.”
“So, I have your assurance then? You won’t be coming around again?”
With gritted teeth, the Mustachioed Man said, “…Yes.” Then, thinking on it, tried one last time to appeal to the Hermit’s sensibilities.
“You don’t have to live your entire life alone. There’s a whole world out there if you’ll just let it in.”
“Thanks for the consideration, but I’m too set in my ways. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with it anymore.”
Inwardly, the Mustachioed Man fumed. He’d used up his strongest Trump Card with no obvious payback further down the road. There wasn’t even any assurance his current team actually understood the notes left from the previous teams.
There were only so many ways that they could delay The Being That had Once Been Human.
Sooner or later, they were going to run out of ideas, and THEN they’d be in real trouble.
The Mustachioed Man went down to the Research Room where the researchers were frantically racing around the room, waiting for the dangling sword above their heads that they had no way of knowing wouldn’t be coming down upon them anytime soon. It would, but not for the next three months.
The Mustachioed Man left them scrambling around. He’d tell them the good news tomorrow.
I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space… were it not that I have bad dreams – Hamlet