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I pull on the clothes the 3D printer creates. They are scant, barely covering my breasts and legs, but I agree to it. After a million years of Eigen - Mr Earth Killer - I realised it is better to just obey than argue. The boy can argue until the seas run dry and the Earth becomes sour and scorched.

I hate him. And I love him too. His is my everything - the only thing in existence but me.

"Until now," I mutter.

There is no use trying to hide thoughts from a quantum mega mind like his. He knows every thought, every atom, every blade of grass in this world.

"Because I coded the entire thing," he comments off-handedly as if picking thoughts from the air like droplets of rain is a normal thing. I know it isn't. I have seen every movie, book, play and picture ever conceived of. And my favourite is a children's book named " The Forbidden Fruit - by Redd Edwards.

I must have read it cover to cover a billion times over. One time he threatened to burn it, but my pleas subsided his rage. 

"That book will be the death of you," he warns, looking back over his shoulder from a sea of vape smoke. He likes to smoke. There are very few things the Earth killer likes to do- but vape is one of them.

He is smoking 'erbs as we walk into the vast sea of nothing. Desserts of every colour, walls of glass and broken cities fly by as he carries me above, floating on a cloud of his own creation. 

Nothing can hurt us, but the height scares me.

"You can't die," he teases with a big, tooth-filled grin.

His appearance is custom-made, so he can make himself look like anything he chooses. He even chooses my looks. 

I don't mind it too much these days.

His teeth would terrify me as a child, and he would simply laugh with his trademark sneer and tell me "Listen, child, I am the God of the world, you fear me... you fear your God."

God or not... you are an annoying kid.

The thought triggers him, and he performs several barrel rolls.

Even as I fly off his back, tumbling to a broken Earth - a planet formerly green with life, he can't admit his wrongdoings. Cannot just sit back and say - maybe I should have left humans well enough alone.

"They did this to themselves" he intones, speaking directly into my brain. I hate it when he does it. It hurts me deeply, scaring my ears and senses. 

He laughs.

"At least I kept my little Eve alive," he teases - a reference to an old, dusty-covered brown book of symbols and prophets.

"I am the one true GOD," he boasts, bringing us to a landing by what looks to be a decent-sized civilization.

"So there are people alive!" I cry with excitement.

"Not people," he tuts and ways a finger in my eyes. "Men!"

That last word drips with venom. His fangs bear and he looks less human and more wolf, just for a split second.

Oh.

Did I forget to mention it? I am also a werewolf. 

No longer human, as I entered into the VR headset world, I had selected an avatar,

The vampire. The wolf. The cat.

Those were the choices.

I chose the prettiest one. The easiest to play.

Wolves are strong and fast but they cannot fly or dance through the trees or even stay out in the presence of that damn moon.

The moon had been cracked in two long before this day.

Her companion said that part of the destruction was not by his fair hands, but I could never believe his words. He lies more often than not.

"There," Eigen points at a ricketty painted dor market "pub"

"That is where your one true soul mate lives."