New Earth Chronicles XII

I’ve been so eager to tell you about my inner circle and the yacht trip to Lanai that I realize I never explained in detail how it started: when the imagined realities in my mind interwove themselves with the observed realities of simulated life on Earth. It was the day that Elon Musk showed up at my cottage for the first time in his black Tesla to greet the new emperor. That’s what I am, you know: the new emperor of your universe. I’m not writing this for the benefit of the people on Earth, which is an elaborate simulation, after all. I am writing this for the benefit of you all.

I’ve been afraid to come out as an immortal online, as long as I inhabit a human body in the Game. That’s not becoming of an emperor, even if I am one who adheres to virtuous, modest living. I know that trillions of you are watching this, even the things I do in my bathroom. That’s totally fine. I practice radical transparency now, to prove to all of you that I will be a wonderful ruler who genuinely listens to and cares about his subjects regardless of who they happen to be.

By this point, Elon Musk realizes that he’s being played by Archangel Michael and that I’ve tapped him to be part of my imperial inner circle, along with the others mentioned in this Medium series. He’s getting to follow me on X and drive to my cottage in the redwoods for the first of what will be may days and nights spent in each others’ company.

My wife knows that she is a daughter of God and is now the next empress of the universe. She, too, lives modestly, but we are capable of great majesty when called for. That’s what the second half of the Game is going to be about for us: promoting peaceful, virtuous living, turning Earth into a sustainable, beautiful place, and spreading the gifts of endless prosperity to all.

We will do this as humans in the Game, but we won’t deny our immortality any longer, and neither will our inner circle or other immortals like you perhaps who have applied for a spot to join us as a head of state, an online reader, or a next door neighbor. There is plenty of room for you all.

Elon is going to read this post, and that’s the tipping point that will inaugurate the next phase of the Game. It’s as simple as that. Until then, I will be here in my cottage in the redwoods, drinking single origin coffee, cooking fantastic meals paired with outstanding Californian wine, happily unemployed and oblivious to the lack of attention that my writing receives from most of humanity. I know that what I do, what I write, and even what I think is the subject of fascination of trillions. After all: I am the new emperor who possesses the means to rescue this universe from its imminent destruction, who is offering a new universe to be created in partnership with my inner circle and the gods, who entered the Game to inspire you that anything in this life is possible.

You see, getting claps on Medium or receiving millions of dollars from Elon and Jeff isn’t exactly what motivates me these days. I don’t care about the Game anymore, but I do care about all of you, and I genuinely want to demonstrate my leadership skills by fixing what’s wrong on Earth, with help from all of you. That’s how I operate: by mass consensus. I don’t decree anything. I listen, I learn, and I lead from the front.

That’s what Elon and I talked about when he visited for the first time. He came for dinner bearing gifts of steak and wine, and he stayed the night. We discussed buying the property where the cottage is located from the owners. We reached out to the other members of the inner circle, who were in the process of reconciling their Earth memories as humans with their true identities as immprtals. We did this all in private, you understand, over coffee, or whiskey, or while hiking in the redwoods.

I am telling you this now so that we understand each other. I’ll always post things to Medium for you to enjoy, and I will never again deny my true nature as an immortal, a god, and an emperor. I’m not running anymore from my destiney. I won’t deny my human memories. Bradley is part who I am now. I have lived his life for 49 years, and I love him. That’s what makes Earth so special, and it’s why I want to leave it a more peaceful, sustainable, virtuous, and prosperous place before my time here ends.

You don’t have to clap for this story on Medium. The applause from the universe is defeaning.