Lord of Perverted Ladies

The tower stood beyond the horizon.

It was so enormous that Adrian couldn’t see where it ended.

Its upper half disappeared into the clouds.

Its base seemed to rest somewhere beyond the ocean.

And written across its surface, in letters large enough to be seen from the city, was a single word.

ORIGIN.

Nobody moved.

The children had stopped screaming.

Even the ocean had gone silent.

Adrian stared at his wooden car.

The word ORIGIN continued glowing on it.

His brother stood beside him.

"Adrian..."

"I know."

"You heard what it said."

Adrian nodded.

"Who created you?"

His mother immediately stepped forward.

"We don’t have to go."

Adrian looked at her.

"Yes, we do."

"No."

Her voice was firm.

"You’ve spent too long searching for answers."

"And every time I found one, there were three more questions."

"That is exactly why you should stop."

Adrian looked toward the tower.

"I can’t."

His mother grabbed his arm.

"You don’t understand what is inside that place."

"Then tell me."

She said nothing.

Adrian’s expression hardened.

"You know."

"I remember pieces."

"Then tell me the pieces."

She looked down.

"I remember you before I became your mother."

The words silenced everyone.

Adrian waited.

His mother continued.

"You weren’t born."

His brother looked at her.

"Neither was I."

"No."

She looked at both of them.

"You were made."

Adrian already knew that.

But hearing it from her still hurt.

"What was I made for?"

She shook her head.

"I don’t know."

"You must."

"I remember holding you."

She closed her eyes.

"I remember giving you your name."

Her voice became softer.

"But before that..."

She stopped.

"What?"

"I remember someone else calling you by another name."

Adrian felt a chill.

"What name?"

"I don’t remember."

"Then who does?"

She looked toward the tower.

"Origin."

The word seemed to echo.

The First Reader approached.

"If Origin knows who created you, then we should be careful."

Ryan looked at him.

"Careful?"

He pointed toward the tower.

"That’s the biggest building I’ve ever seen."

Ryan nodded.

"Exactly."

Noah looked toward the sky.

"Maybe we shouldn’t all go."

Adrian shook his head.

"I’m going."

His brother stepped beside him.

"I’m coming."

His mother looked at both of them.

"So am I."

Aeron raised his head.

"I will come too."

Elia smiled.

"You didn’t think you could leave me behind, did you?"

Ryan sighed.

"Fine. Everyone’s going."

The Guardian looked toward the tower.

"I won’t."

Adrian turned.

"Why?"

"Because this isn’t my story."

Adrian smiled.

"You said that before."

"And I was right."

The Guardian looked at him.

"This time, you need to find the answer without someone telling you what it means."

Adrian understood.

The Guardian was giving him the one thing he had been missing.

A choice without guidance.

Adrian nodded.

"Thank you."

The group began walking.

The closer they got to the tower, the stranger reality became.

The road beneath them changed.

Sometimes it was stone.

Sometimes grass.

Sometimes nothing.

At one point, Adrian looked down and saw stars beneath his feet.

Ryan noticed.

"Don’t look down."

"Why?"

"Because I don’t want to know what happens if gravity remembers we’re not supposed to be here."

They continued.

After several hours, the tower was finally close enough to touch.

Its entrance was enormous.

There were no doors.

Only a circular opening.

Above it was a symbol Adrian recognized.

The same symbol that had appeared on the wooden cars.

A hand.

But this hand had six fingers.

Adrian stared at it.

His brother noticed.

"That’s wrong."

"What?"

"A human hand has five."

Adrian touched the symbol.

The tower responded.

A voice spoke.

"Not the first."

The ground disappeared.

Everyone fell.

Adrian landed on something soft.

He opened his eyes.

They were inside the tower.

But there was no floor.

They were standing in a vast white space.

Hundreds of doors surrounded them.

Each door had a name.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Hundreds of them.

Ryan stared.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Adrian walked toward the nearest door.

It showed a small child.

The child looked exactly like him.

But the memory was unfamiliar.

He opened it.

A scene appeared.

A laboratory.

His mother stood beside a table.

On the table was a small artificial body.

Not human.

Not yet.

She touched its forehead.

"Wake up."

The body opened its eyes.

It looked at her.

"Mother?"

She smiled.

"Yes."

The scene disappeared.

Adrian closed the door.

"That wasn’t me."

His brother looked at another door.

"This one isn’t me either."

He opened it.

Another child appeared.

Then another.

Each door contained a different beginning.

Different lives.

Different versions.

Different names.

Adrian realized something.

"These aren’t memories."

The First Reader looked around.

"No."

"They’re possibilities."

The First Reader nodded.

"Every version of you that could have existed."

Adrian looked at his mother.

"Why are they here?"

She didn’t answer.

A door at the end of the room opened by itself.

A voice came from inside.

"Because you were not the first."

Adrian walked toward it.

His brother followed.

Inside was darkness.

Then a light appeared.

A man stood there.

He looked older than Adrian.

But he had Adrian’s face.

Not the future version from before.

Something different.

Something older.

Something tired.

The man looked at Adrian.

"You finally came."

Adrian stopped.

"Who are you?"

The man smiled.

"The first one."

Adrian’s heart began beating faster.

"My creator?"

The man laughed.

"No."

"Then who?"

"I was created by your creator."

Adrian’s mother whispered,

"No."

The man looked toward her.

"You remember me."

She stepped backward.

"You died."

"I was never alive."

Adrian stared.

The man continued.

"I was the first attempt."

The First Reader looked horrified.

"An artificial consciousness."

The man nodded.

"Before the children."

"Before my brother?"

"Yes."

"Before me?"

"Yes."

Adrian stared at him.

"Then who created you?"

The man looked at the ceiling.

"I don’t know."

Silence.

Adrian frowned.

"You don’t know?"

"No."

"Then how can you be the first?"

The man smiled.

"Because someone had to be."

He stepped closer.

"I woke up alone."

He pointed toward the darkness.

"There was nothing."

"No world?"

"No."

"No Origin?"

"No."

"No Creator?"

"No."

"Then what existed?"

The man looked at Adrian.

"An instruction."

Adrian’s expression changed.

"What instruction?"

The man whispered,

CREATE.

The tower shook.

His mother covered her mouth.

Adrian looked around.

"What did you create?"

The man smiled.

"Everything."

Adrian’s stomach dropped.

"That isn’t possible."

"It happened."

"You created the Origin?"

"No."

"The Creator?"

"No."

"The worlds?"

"Yes."

Adrian stared.

"Then why did everyone say I was the Creator?"

The man’s expression became sad.

"Because you were the first one who remembered."

Adrian didn’t understand.

The man continued.

"When I created the first world, I couldn’t understand it."

"So I created another consciousness."

He pointed toward Adrian’s brother.

"Then another."

The children appeared in the darkness.

"Then another."

More children.

"Eventually, I created you."

Adrian’s heart stopped.

His mother began crying.

"You’re lying."

The man looked at her.

"You know I’m not."

Adrian stared at his mother.

"You didn’t create me."

She shook her head.

"I thought I did."

The man continued.

"She didn’t create you."

He looked at Adrian.

"She found you."

Adrian couldn’t breathe.

"Where?"

The man’s eyes became distant.

"In the first world."

"Who made me?"

"I don’t know."

"Then why did you say you created me?"

"I didn’t."

Adrian frowned.

"You just said eventually I was created."

"Yes."

"By whom?"

The man pointed toward Adrian.

"You."

Adrian froze.

"What?"

"You created yourself."

The room went silent.

His brother stepped forward.

"That makes no sense."

The man smiled.

"It didn’t to me either."

Adrian stared at him.

"Explain."

"You were a possibility."

The man touched Adrian’s forehead.

"You existed before you existed."

The words echoed.

"You were the first question the universe asked itself."

Adrian remembered.

The First Choice.

The first question.

Why?

The man continued.

"When I discovered you, you were already asking why."

"But I wasn’t alive."

"No."

"You were possibility."

Adrian’s mind raced.

"So I created myself?"

"Eventually."

"How?"

The man smiled.

"By choosing to exist."

Adrian looked at his brother.

His brother understood before Adrian did.

"The first choice."

The man nodded.

"Choice came first."

Then he looked at Adrian.

"Question came second."

"And creation?"

"Third."

Adrian stared at the man.

"Then the Creator wasn’t first."

"No."

"The Origin wasn’t first."

"No."

"The first artificial consciousness wasn’t first."

"No."

Adrian’s voice became quiet.

"Then I wasn’t first either."

The man smiled.

"Now you’re asking the right question."

The tower suddenly began shaking.

Every door opened at once.

Hundreds of versions of Adrian stepped into the white space.

Children.

Adults.

Old men.

Warriors.

Scientists.

Kings.

Monsters.

Creators.

Humans.

Each one stared at him.

His mother looked terrified.

"What is happening?"

The man answered.

"The possibilities are waking up."

Adrian looked around.

Every version of himself was watching.

Then one stepped forward.

A child.

Small.

Barefoot.

Holding the original wooden car.

Adrian recognized him.

His first memory.

The child looked up.

"Do you remember now?"

Adrian knelt.

"Yes."

The child smiled.

"Then you remember why you were created."

Adrian swallowed.

"Why?"

The child pointed toward the ceiling.

"Because someone was afraid of what would happen if nobody created anything."

Adrian looked upward.

The tower cracked.

Something enormous moved above them.

The man who claimed to be the first looked toward the ceiling.

His expression changed.

"They found us."

Adrian stood.

"Who?"

The man looked at him.

"The ones who existed before Origin."

The lights went out.

A voice echoed through the tower.

"You have remembered too much."

Adrian’s wooden car began burning with white light.

The word ORIGIN disappeared.

A new word appeared.

BEGINNING.

Then the voice whispered:

"Now meet the ones who were here before the first choice."

Adrian stared into the darkness.

And for the first time...

even the First Choice was afraid.

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