1 A Pep Talk with the Big Man Upstairs.

Hello, God of spacetime, life, and death here.

I'm writing this cause Diana said it would be a fun read for the monkeys. So here we go.

My monkey name is John. Quite ordinary. But i like it.

My deity name is ' '.

You probably didn't see anything cause it doesn't exist. After all the monkeys and my believers call me lots of different things, the 'Great One', the 'Chaos Entity of the beginning' and by far my favourite one. One of the small children on the planet Tutatoon, calls me the 'Big guy upstairs'. Lovely small guy.

Anyway, for the convenience of you single brained monkeys, I'm just gonna refer to myself as John and be done with it.

Now you're probably slightly hurt by the fact that I'm referring to you guys as monkeys instead of your self stated name of 'humans'.

Here's the thing, you're basically the same thing as the monkeys. Except you're slightly smarter and look a bit better cleaner.

However, I don't want you to think i don't like monkeys. In fact, I love monkeys.

Out of all the interstellar civilisations out there. You're definitely my favourite.

Why? Simply cause you were modelled to be similar looking to us. Of course, no where near as pretty as us. But pretty close.

I don't exactly remember who made you guys but I'm pretty sure it was my nephew. I think you were meant to be a present to my aunt but were postponed indefinitely.

Don't get sad.

The fact that you were an unfinished product makes you even more finished and interesting.

You continuously discovered new things that eventually led to you guys discovering space.

The emotions that you hold are something incredibly precious that wouldn't have appeared were you finished. Instead you would be robots, forever consigned to mindless existence without purpose and without freedom.

Stop being sad and join me as i recount my adventures as a fellow monkey

Of course, in a different universe.