"I wish for all the knowledge I can carry in my head" I said
I know this wish may sound simple but my mind is no longer limited like it was before my first wish, I may have been a genius when I was alive but after my first wish, the me from before can't even compare, even now I can still feel my mind expanding
"Very well" she said. Her voice rippled through reality, calm yet absolute.
"Wait a min-" before I could finish speaking I felt a storm of information slammed into my skull like a divine battering ram
My vision fractured. Every nerve screamed as symbols, words, and equations poured into me faster than thought itself. But this time, I didn't pass out immediately. I clung to the edge of awareness, teeth gritted, as my mind expanded with every impossible second.
Then I heard it,my own voice, distant yet familiar.
'Wait.... is that me? what am I saying
It doesn't matter as right now equations bloomed like flowers in the dark
Euler's identity unfolding beside the Tree of Life, Planck's constant dripping with angelic blood. Every neuron in my skull sang in Latin, Sanskrit, and something older than both.
And beyond that human harmony, other formulae flickered,glyphs from a civilization that computed with gravity instead of numbers, spirals that encoded empathy as wavelength. The calculus of the Andromedans curved through ten dimensions, humming like glass under pressure.
I saw Van Gogh painting the stars into existence, his brush dipped in nuclear fire. I heard Einstein arguing with the Seraphim about the curvature of sin, while Nagarjuna smiled in silence, dismantling reality atom by atom.
Then the laws bent sideways, LooneyTunes style, coyote logic overtaking quantum rigor. Objects refused mass until observed by laughter; causality spun its wheels off a cosmic cliff, suspended only by narrative timing.
Somewhere a talking photon held up a sign that read "Help."
My mind became a gallery of all things ever dreamt of or a fraction of it thereof.
Da Vinci whispered to Tesla about the geometry of souls.
Hermes Trismegistus debated Gödel in the corridors of logic, where paradox itself wept like a child.
Through the skylight of that gallery drifted equations carved in plasma from the Magellanic philosophers. They believed the universe to be a sentence perpetually rewriting itself, punctuation supplied by dying stars.
I screamed, but only light came out.
The Kabbalists were right, Ain Soph is not emptiness but overflow.
The Buddhists were right, I am not the observer, I am the observation collapsing.
The physicists were right, consciousness is the field, not the particle.
The astronauts of the Void were right too, awareness is the propulsion. Ships travel not by thrust but by agreement on destination. Space, they said, is a mood the cosmos wears when it wants to think quietly.
I saw Adam named the quarks, and Eve divided the electrons, birthing duality.
Shakespeare's words crystallized into DNA helices, twisting around verses of forgotten scripture.
Vanitas paintings melted into dark matter.
Meanwhile, alien chorales translated cosmic microwave background into hymns; their notation looked like nebulae seen through tears.
I tasted the algebra of asteroids, the ethics of orbit, every body keeping its respectful distance while yearning for collision.
Every myth, every theorem, every poem burned through me, not as knowledge, but as truth wearing a thousand masks.
I felt the weight of ten thousand forgotten philosophies, Stoicism, Taoism, Hermeticism, Cybernetics, grinding together like tectonic plates in my skull.
Add to them the Saturnine Stoics who preached silence between radio bursts, and the Martian absurdists who sculpted sand equations that dissolved with dawn. Even cartoon sages joined in, a mouse philosopher proving that friendship violates entropy yet persists by narrative fiat.
"Stop," I tried to say. But my voice was already chanting
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was a waveform."
"I think, therefore the universe observes."
"The alchemists never died, they became algorithms."
"The aliens never landed they uploaded the landing sequence into our dreams."
"The joke that holds the galaxies together must never finish its punch line."
I saw Lain wired into the Akashic Record, Asuka confronting Kali, Doctor Manhattan shaking hands with Yahweh.
Every fiction became scripture, every scripture became code
And through that lattice ran the mathematics of other minds, fractal treaties of peace written in neutrino pulses, hieroglyphs that mapped compassion onto orbital mechanics.
Somewhere, a star laughed in Morse code, and a black hole whispered "Amen."
I floated in the aftermath of my mind, trembling.
I could still taste colors, feel the gravity of thoughts orbiting me like moons.
The universe was inside me now, whispering equations through the veins.
Cartoon gravity still tugged at my sense of self, threatening to drop me only when I noticed. Alien variables twined with human constants, a cosmic bilingualism humming under my skin.
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I don't know how much time had passed, an hour? days? years? eons? banana? for what is time if not being observed by the objective mind
And finally as the flood begin to slow I've come to a conclusion as I spoke the ultimate revelation,the absolute, divine truth of existence itself, of live and the universe
"It's… uh… 73"
The cosmos paused, puzzled.
And then, for the first time since the beginning of time, the universe laughed with me.
"Huh.... were am I" I asked,still disoriented as I slowly began to piece myself back together
I began to remember, how I got here, the omnipotent being, my wishes. Everything was starting to align, I can feel my thoughts rapidly moving and with the amount of knowledge my head had been stuffed with my mind now has more things to work with and now somethings were beginning to make sense
For example I now realise that for a being like her to try to kill someone using a truck it's either because they needed that particular person for something or because they can't let the person keep living because of what the will definitely do, no need thinking about all this, I should just ask her afterall she can't lie as from what i understand the term "my word is my bond" is literall with beings of her nature, and since she said she won't lie then she won't cause if she does she'll be breaking her words and she will lose some connection to the colors of the universe if her appearance is to go by.
And she will have to answer my questions as she owes me, so until I'm completely done with my wishes and spins I can keep asking questions, but it' best not to annoy her cause she could still erase me from existence without much consequence
"So… the girl I saved, what did she do?" I asked carefully. "I can't imagine you needing something from a mortal."
"She destroyed your world," she said evenly. "That alone mattered little to me. But then she went further,she destroyed others. Worlds, galaxies, entire universes. If she had been a god of destruction, your reality would have balanced itself by birthing her opposite. But she is no god, only an anomaly. Her actions would have unmade all that was, is, and should ever be."
"Oh" That was all I managed to say, brilliant, I know.
I couldn't fathom it. Despite what stories might say, there's a limit to humanity's hunger for destruction. Even at its peak, it shouldn't extend to annihilating existence itself.
"No more questions, child," she said, her tone soft but absolute. "Although I must admit, I am… impressed. You managed to contain ten percent of all knowledge."
Yeah… ten percent, okay, let's..wait, what?!" I yelled, eyes widening.
"All that was just ten percent?"
Yes, child," she said with faint amusement, and then she raised her hand.
"Now, your spins."
Instantly, two wheels appeared before me, floating in the void.
The first one was titled Character. It was covered in names, not just of people I knew, but of everyone imaginable. Fictional, real, ancient, modern. I saw my neighbor's name sitting right beside Doctor Manhattan, Tinky-Winky from Teletubbies, and countless others. There were millions,maybe billions of names, all shifting like liquid light across the wheel's surface.
I had no idea how so many names could fit on something no bigger than a dinner table, but somehow, they did.
The second wheel was titled World. It pulsed with countless names of realms and realities, each one glittering with the promise of possibility or the threat of oblivion. There were millions here too.
I swallowed hard.
This was it, the next step.
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