In the year 2550, humanity made the discovery that shattered everything it thought it knew about the universe.
Planets were not lifeless.
They were alive.
Not in the way animals or humans lived—but in a deeper, incomprehensible way. Each planet possessed a Planetary Will. An ancient consciousness that slept within its core, observing, judging, and waiting.
At first, humanity celebrated.
New planets meant new resources. New territory. New wealth.
But when the first expedition landed on the planet Virex-9, only three survivors returned.
And they returned..changed.
Their bodies overflowed with impossible strength. Their eyes glowed with alien light. They could manipulate gravity, heat, and matter itself. They claimed the planet had spoken to them.
Chosen them.
Thus, the first Planet Disciples were born.
Everything changed after that.
Humanity could no longer advance through technology alone. To conquer the stars, they needed to be accepted by the very worlds they stepped upon.
Governments collapsed. New factions rose. Power was no longer determined by wealth, but by planetary favor.
Special academies were created to train young Candidates, those with the potential to awaken.
Their mission was simple:
Travel to planets.
Survive their trials.
Earn their recognition.
Or die.
Because planets were not kind.
They were ancient.
They were merciless.
And they were always watching.
Now, in the year 2550, a new class of Candidates prepares to visit their first planet.
What should have been a routine training mission-
CLICK.
"Bruh this ChatGPT AI generated piece of shit..another piece of slop novel in the middle of hundreds of more."
Creed exited the novel named SSS Awakening: Devourer of Planets and slammed a fist onto the top of his desk.
"I mean is it that hard to create a good novel without using ChatGPT or that Grok nigga? Like I may as well be an author myself at this point.."
He sighed before narrowing his dark brown eyes and clicking into the novel again.
"I'm leaving a review this time." He chuckled with a nod. "And make it five stars just to be an asshole."
He began typing. He read as he typed.
"So author ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45, I can tell your novel is an AI piece of shit like dozens of others. Maybe if you got off your discord mod built ass and touched grass, the wind could blow creative thoughts in your head."
He clicked send and waited patiently with a smirk. He of course wanted to type in more, but he wanted to see what the author had to say about it. Hopefully there wouldn't be a smartass replying 'Well AI is meant to help us. Why use our own brains if we could get contracted without doing any of the work' or 'Shut up loser. Work smarter not harder.'
Or the one he hated the most-
'Well technically us authors just type in our chapter in ChatGPT or Grok then tell them to rewrite it with better grammar and details, so it's our ideas just improvised.'
He scoffed but slightly smiled. They loved that one.
RING. RING. RING.
"I'm like hey what's up hello-"
"Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came through the door-"
Creed swiftly grabbed his IPhone 11 and answered the FaceTime call. He knew exactly who it was by one of their favorite songs.
It was his Boothang, Nisha Williams. She was supposed to be at work right now, so he assumed she was calling him on her break.
Ahem. He cleared his throat to get the raspiness out of it and straightened out his wrinkled silver silky. "Wassup baby, how's everything going-"
"Mmmn yes! YEs! YEESSS!! Right there Jojo right fucking there!!"
He froze.
Jojo? As in his best friend since pre-K? As in his brother from another mother? As in the first nigga he watched DBZ with?
"Yeah sss!" SMACK. "Fuck Creed this pussy is mine now! I'm going to get you fucking pregnan-"
SLAM.
He slammed his phone until it broke into pieces on his white tiled bedroom floor.
He sniffed. The pain began to settle into his chest and he couldn't help the tears welling in his eyes.
"Bruh..I did everything for that stupid ass girl! Bailed her out of jail because of that DUI! Took care of her when she was homeless because her family kicked her out! Even-" The tears started to fall unintentionally from his eyes. "gave her my last dollar..when it was my birthday."
What did he do to deserve this?
DING!
He could hear the sound of a notification and looked at his computer screen.
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: Do you want revenge?
"Huh?" he questioned confused, giving the screen his full attention.
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: Do you want revenge? I know what happened and would like to offer you a chance to experience my novel for yourself.
Creed read it and paused for a couple of seconds.
"HAHAHAA!!" He burst out laughing.
"If you think I'm willing to sell my soul for some AI bullshit then you got another thing coming. I mean why would I trust a guy with that name?!"
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45:….I guess that's a good point. Let me just say this, there's no catch or no contract. I seen your comment and it kinda hurt my feelings. I mean I just broke up with my Goddess wife and she took all the kids-
Cue the SpongeBob violin.
'He's still going?'
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: so I tried to deal with my depression by writing novels. Unfortunately I'm not a good writer so I had to come up with something..
"Shhh it's okay bruh. You don't have to say anything else. I accept your offer."
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: Wait really?! I promise you won't regret it!!
Creed nodded. "I mean what else is left for me here? It's not like I've got a family. I'm a foster kid."
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: Okay!!
Creed's eyes widened as bright headlights flooded his vision.
ScrubMyCheeksaLittle45: Cue Truck-Kun!!
"MOTHERFUCK-"
HOOONNNKKK.