To continue.

Okay folks, I'm only going to post a short one today as I'm quite tired and, as yet, don't quite know where to take this, but I have decided that I want to continue with the piece I uploaded yesterday. How does one write a character with literally a whole universe in his responsibility? Well, I'm about to find out I guess...

So, I should probably explain a little more. I wasn't always like this. No, not by a long shot. I used to be normal, just like you people... I used to just be a regular person; a real Joe Average... S'kinda funny that my name's Joe, or, was Joe, or... I'm not sure. Identity's kind of a touchy subject with me.
I suppose I should probably give a bit of background. It happened just over a year ago now. I was a research assistant at a laboratory just outside of Moorhead, Minnesota. It was only a small lab, just a couple of staff, but we had a project that we'd been making significant headway on. We were trying to create a self replicating energy source, similar to the hadron collider research in Geneva. We weren't trying to recreate the big bang or anything; hell, I'm not even sure if I believe that even happened. I know, right? A so called scientist questioning so called universal origins... I'm not saying their wasn't a bang, but I'm a firm believer in catalysts required to cause reactions. If the bang was the reaction, what was the catalyst, and what was there before it?

Anyways, I was staying late in the office, compiling some research notes, checking over some equipment when my cell phone went off. It was my mother. She always rings me when I stay late... Y'know what they say about not using cell phones at gas stations? Well, turns out it's a bad idea to use them around experimental perpetual energy technology... The last thing I recall was a blinding flash of light and then waking up in an operating theatre surrounded by baffled looking surgeons who can't cut me up with their tools.

It took me a few days to figure out what the hell happened. Hell, I'm still not sure if I'm honest... But I'll figure it out. When I rest - if you can call it rest - a part of my conciousness drifts into this inner universe. I can see it, almost grasp at its workings, even understand it a little, more and more each time I try. I guess that's how I've gotten better with my abilities... Still following? Not tempted to call the men in white coats yet? Well that's a relief, because now it's time for the fun part.


Okay, so there we go. I'm now gonna head home, snuggle up and mong out with some dvds I reckon.

Craiggy out!