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''Fucking Billy.''
It came out more as a demand than anything else. Even with Billy’s recent change of heart and decision to be more humane, he still came off like a holier-than-thou dick. Gil thought about the ridiculousness of the situation. How after ten years of living under this Disney-Despot, this Edgelord-Emperor, that he now he fancied himself as enlightened and educated. He wasn’t going to rule the world anymore, he was going to ''save it''. It sounded like one of those bullshit RPGs he tried to force on people a few years ago when he was really wrapped up in their stories. A massive global issue that could be solved by a few plucky children. He preached unconditional love and absolute forgiveness. He was their lord and savior. Billy had declared amnesty day to pardon all infractions so that true forgiveness could be bestowed. This was his attempt at re-branding. It didn’t matter to Gil, he was tired. He wanted to get it over with.
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It was his realization that Gladys would have been seventy years old a few months back that forced Gil to put down the bottle and actually look at the world around him. In the ten years that passed, Gil had forgotten all the small intricacies of her body like her smile, laugh, and frustrated sighs. It was a sobering thought, and Gil sobered up accordingly.
''Fucking Billy.''
Gil thought for a moment, he could probably grovel for a moment and beg for forgiveness then walk back out into the world with a clean slate. It would have been easy. He could have absolution and go back to living life without really losing anything in the process. Gil didn’t want easy however.
There was a brief crack in Billy’s facade where the beatific and benevolent ruler temporarily revealed the petulant and self-entitled child underneath that he had always been. Despite being an adult now, Billy had never grown beyond that of a child because no one told him he was wrong. He had never known what it was like to have someone judge them. He was sheltered from anything and everything. The facial expression quickly shifted back to the messianic one as he asked,
Billy scoffed,
Billy changed the topic,
Gil blew out an exhausted sigh. He knew this was coming. There was no way to completely eliminate pain, so instead Billy chose to mask it. A slight adjustment to the receptors in the brain resulted in an increased output of dopamine. The pain was still there, but now there was a pleasant buzz humming throughout your body all the time. Gil constantly felt nauseous like his stomach was about to drop out of his abdomen, he had headaches that felt like barbwire tightening around his brain, and his heart was beating so fast that he thought it would explode. It didn’t matter though, with the dopamine, he felt more at ease, despite being incredibly unhealthy. The only thing that kept him moving around was the realization that something was wrong here. The older you got, or the more pain you were in, the higher your dopamine production was. People’s lives weren’t improved, they were rendered complacent. Billy didn’t know about the results of his tinkering with the human body.
Billy regretted those words as soon as he said them. The Djinn operated very literally and always required the upmost caution when voicing the phrase,
Billy began to shout,
Gil imagined the Djinn dispersing into the air like a dry fart and watched as reality unfolded and acquiesced to his desire. The Djinn opened its eyes for the briefest moment in confusion as its entirety unraveled like a ball of yarn that had been kicked down the stairs. In the blink of an eye, the Djinn was nothing more than particles being carried away by air currents. All the power the Djinn possessed evaporated under its new master’s whim, leaving Gil with this momentary ability. In an hour that would be gone. Billy could only watch in horror as his only means of reclaiming his power was disintegrated with a poor choice of words and a thought. Billy’s grand experiment crumbled away.
Billy whimpered,
Gil wasn’t happy. He saw everything unfolded in front of him and realized how bad it all was. Those things that he brought against Billy were just the tip of the iceberg. He couldn’t fix all of problems caused if he lived to be a thousand years. The ecosystem was completed depleted of resources, a third of the population was swallowed up in dopamine-induced psychosis and more were slipping away, even if Billy was a terrible leader, his absence would still create a power vacuum that would result in bloodshed and socioeconomic destabilization. People had grown with Billy being a guiding force in their everyday life and when that disappeared, chaos would swallow them all up. Gil saw everything and he would have wept if he thought it would change anything. It was too late.
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''Fucking Billy, it’s all too late.''
Billy sniveled,
Gil was lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear Billy’s platitudes. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want any of this. He was so tired. He just wanted to rest. He just wanted it all to end. He closed his eyes and wished.
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