Scattered Gods: Recycling Vulcan (Preface)

Scattered Gods: Recycling Vulcan (Preface) - The New Declaration of Independence

In what would soon be dubbed the Great Awakening, eight billion souls stood united on Earth. This was no typical Tuesday—unless your usual Tuesday involved discovering your divine nature and realizing you've been playing the game of life on "tutorial mode" this whole time. But today? Oh, today was different. The people of Earth—every farmer, scientist, dreamer, mystic, and yes, even your mom's yoga instructor—had a shared epiphany: They were gods. And, naturally, they did what all newly awakened deities do. They declared, with cosmic swagger: We are sovereign! We are the rulers of our own reality! Cue the fireworks and confetti.

Under the collective "OMG, we're awesome" realization, three core truths quickly spread like gossip at a space station cocktail party:

Rule 1: You are awesome. Not just a pat on the back—this was a universal truth, stamped across the cosmos in glittering neon. Everyone, from the office intern to the galactic emperor, was unique, brimming with infinite potential. It didn't matter what car you drove, which planet you vacationed on, or if your holodeck was still in beta testing. You. Were. Awesome. Period.

Rule 2: Everyone else is just you, but having a different adventure. Suddenly, the whole “competition” thing seemed laughable. Why get jealous when the person across the room is just you, in a different avatar? Whether it was your annoying neighbor, the holographic chef that kept burning your dinner, or the hologram next door, everyone was essentially another version of you, living a parallel narrative. The 8 billion realized this profound truth and, to no one’s surprise, world peace came faster than a spaceship on warp drive.

Rule 3: You are infinite, so have fun already. With this realization, humanity had a major collective facepalm moment. They had wasted centuries on fear, lack, and survival, when they could’ve been having fun. Why worry about your next paycheck when you could just conjure a beach party on Neptune? The universe became their playground, and suddenly, life became about exploration, adventure, and, most importantly, fun.

But like any cosmic drama, there was a twist.

Enter the 1%. While the masses celebrated their new-found godhood and upgraded to Level 2 Reality Manifestation (aka "Look, Ma, I can summon a sandwich"), the elite 1% had advanced to the Master level. We’re talking quantum field mastery. This crew could manifest entire worlds while the 99% were still limited to their standard-issue particle replicators and food printers. Sure, everyone had the essentials—food, clothing, starship fuel—but the 1%? Oh, they got first dibs on the new holodeck experiences. Imagine an intergalactic Disneyland where you beta-test entire universes.

The rest of humanity? Yeah, they were jealous. I mean, who wouldn’t be? While the 1% were gallivanting across dimensions and testing out the latest "Island Oasis, Version 23.7," the other 99% were just happy to upgrade their closet-sized replicators. Sure, you could now 3D print a new pair of shoes or a spaceship if you had the patience, but it was nothing compared to what the cosmic elite had access to.

Still, it wasn't about greed or power for the 1%. These cosmic architects were the true caretakers of the universe, operating with the purest intentions. While the majority envied their abilities, the elite were off healing planets, mentoring species, and beta-testing next-level realities to ensure everyone would eventually get their cosmic playground.

And so, the people of Earth embraced the new Matrix 3.0. Forget being stuck in traffic; they could now zip through wormholes, explore alien worlds, and binge-watch their past lives. But, despite their divine status, the 99% had a guilty pleasure—bad reality TV.

Yes, even the awakened couldn’t resist the U.S. Election Reality Show. It had everything: drama, conspiracies, intergalactic commentators, and absurd plot twists that made ancient soap operas look like documentaries. Every galaxy tuned in. It was that bad. Imagine an election so chaotic, even the most advanced civilizations couldn't look away. The candidates bickered like teenagers, and at this point, it was more of a satire than a political event. But still, it had viewers—because who could turn away from a train wreck in hyperdrive?

As humanity watched the worst reality show in the universe unfold, they began to laugh. After all, they were no longer bound by these archaic systems. They were gods now—awakened, infinite, and ready to explore the cosmos. And while the election show sputtered towards its grand finale, Earth’s newly awakened souls looked to the stars with a knowing grin.

The game had only just begun.

And so, with their divine powers unlocked, their hearts full of joy, and their DVRs still recording the election, eight billion sovereign beings set off on the greatest adventure the universe had ever seen.

But first—a new holodeck beta test just dropped.

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