A Young looking man was looking up at the sky. His short brown hair was fluttering in the wind and his lightless eyes continued to gaze up into the clouds. The young man was sitting down on top of his apartment building. He was tired and distraught. A small golden panel being all the proof to question his existence.
He sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He had irrefutable proof that his daily life living as a normal person on Earth was coming to an end.
Looking up, the young man observed a golden screen floating in the air above his head.
-- 2 days, 6 hours, 28 minutes, and 39 seconds until selection--
--Prepare yourself candidate Asher--
<What was he supposed to prepare for? How was he supposed to prepare? Why did he need to prepare? Was his life in immediate danger?>
Asher pondered and then laid down onto the hot concrete. Was he supposed to meditate to bring out divine prowess or buy supplies and memorize information with the internet? Stupified, he gave up. After all, his questions would not yeild any answers. He had tried asking the mysterious panel to tell him but nothing ever happened. The panel could not be touched or interacted with as far as he knew. As far as anyone in the world knew. It just slowly counted down like a death timer.
Thinking back on it, he was strangely inactive compared to everyone else. People began to go crazy when the panel said to "Prepare yourself". People globaly began trying to monopolize supplies across the world. Stealing, killing, and other atrocious acts are visible everywhere as far as the eye can see and here he was, laying down on the roof bathed in sunshine as if the troubles of the world did not reach him. Although he looked calm and disconected from the world, he was secretly rattled to the core.
It was 5 days ago when the mysterious voice contacted the world. Back when his job and his social standing held meaning. He remembered it very vividly. His hands on the dark leather of his car wheel, stuck in traffic on a hot day. That was when the world was called to attention.
"Gods detected to be absent from realm EAS28001"
<W-what? Who said that?>
The voice sounded almost robotic and came as a shock. The voice was strangely clear, but also masked at the same time. He didn't know what was actually said but the meaning of the words was somehow shockingly clear.
There was a pause, as if time itself stopped. No wait, did it? Why couldn't he move?
"Realm is dimension category"
There it was again that same voice. Now that he listened to it, he couldn't seem to find the source of the strange voice. It felt like the voice spoke through him, through the world itself. He tried to move again and his body did not budge. He could not speak, blink, swallow, or even move his finger. He could only think.
<Huh? What realm? Dimension Category?>
"Multiple sub dimensions detected"
<Hey! Hello? Can You Hear Me? Anyone?>
"Sentient life detected"
No matter how hard he thought, nothing happened. A sudden choking feeling was rising in the back of his throat. He couldn't think straight. What did it mean sentient life detected? Was it talking about him or humans in general?
<W-w-whats going on? P-please!>
--Processing--
"Comensing conversion"
"Waking up all sentient life"
"Language checking"
--Processing--
"Attention''
The voice spoke loud and clear in his head this time. Now the voice was angelic and feminine. Loud but also soft like a whisper. It had a sense of overwhelming authority as if each word was the will of the world. Much to Asher's shock, it spoke in perfect english too. Was that what it meant by language checking? Did it switch languages?
"Due to the absence of Gods, selection process shall be initiated"
"Contestants: Humans"
"Selection deemed fit"
"Providing status screen"
"Comencing God's Selection"
Then time resumed again as if nothing had happened.
Back then, his world view had completely shattered. Everyone in the world heard the same message. He had time to calm down though and rationally think this through. The status screen gave him seven days and he now had two days left. He spent the better part of his time thinking through what he heard that day and spent the rest watching the timer count down. Through the days, he had come up with many theories and ideas but no matter what he thought or questioned, he always arrived again on the same sentence.
Slowly breaking out his trance, the young man on the roof sighed and said.
"Ah, I'm fucked aren't I."