Zeros exhaled sharply.
“YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF SHIT!”
He shook his arm, but Blindy clung on like a parasite.
“THERE IS NO OTHER WAY!
ONLY TWO—
FUCKING OPTIONS!”
Blindy inhaled like he was about to order whiskey from Doce.
Took a step back—
and said:
“THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY.”
The galaxy held its breath. Stars flickered. Space itself froze—like a glitched-out ancient Windows Vista screen.
Zeros covered his face with one hand.
Blindy, still completely clueless, added:
“I—I’m not letting Zeros sacrifice himself.
He’s sometimes a total piece of shit—yeah. But—BUT he’s my buddy!
So there gotta be another option…
Like… uh… how ’bout—like—
GO FUCK YOURSELF,
you empty… whatever-the-hell-you-fucking-are.”
Apocalyptic silence landed. The kind where even the vacuum seems to say: What the fuck?
The Author dragged a hand down his face.
“I… I can’t believe this. This ending’s worse than one of the oldest tv shows—Game of Thrones.”
Zeros growled, exhausted:
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I WASN’T GOING TO SACRIFICE MYSELF!”
He shoved Blindy back. Blindy dropped on his ass, heart falling straight into his stomach—he was sure for a split second he was about to go over the edge.
Zeros looked down at him with cold contempt.
“YOU MORON.
‘GO FUCK YOURSELF’ IS NOT A CHOICE.
NOT A SECOND.
NOT A THIRD.
NOT A FIFTH.
NOT A TENTH.
IT’S…”
He went quiet for a moment, then added coldly:
“…A REJECTION OF THE CHOICE.”
INĀNE stilled. As if something deep inside reality itself began to reconfigure.
Then it spoke, quietly:
“…The human’s decision has been registered. Configuration accepted.
Deviation of consistency embedded into the fabric of spacetime.
Resolved. Remain within your world.”
INĀNE vanished. As if it had never existed.
And the great black hole—DEEP THROAT—returned, like someone had simply switched it back on.
For a moment—
it felt like the entire galaxy had forgotten how to breathe.
Jackie asked carefully:
“…U-uh… I think we’re… um… still alive?”
Dick swallowed, slapped his own cheek to make sure this was real, and squeaked:
“What… the actual fuck just happened?”
And in that moment, across the entire galaxy—
from the bar “Three Tits” to the farthest deep-space stations—
trillions of beings seemed to ask the exact same question.
Dick suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Oh! I GOT IT!”
He raised a finger like a professor who had just unlocked the secret of the universe.
“There’s this ancient dumb book…
what was it called… Jackie? Help me out!”
Then he nodded triumphantly, like he already remembered.
“The guy who wrote it said:
‘Ask—and it shall be given.'”
Jackie corrected him carefully:
“Uh… the Gospel. The Bible?”
Dick squinted, thinking.
“Nah—wait! Got it! The Secret.”
He spread his arms like he’d just proven something massive.
“Well, guess what—the SECRET fucking works! How about that, huh?!”
Jackie blinked. What surprised her most wasn’t even that. It was the fact that Dick actually read books.
Even if they were those kinds.
“Dick… you’re mixing everything up.
And I’m pretty sure the law of attraction has absolutely nothing to do with this.”
But Dick was already gone.
He leaned into the mic and whispered like he was revealing some ancient truth:
“The universe listens to your intentions…
good, bad—doesn’t give a shit.”
He nodded to himself.
- “Thoughts shape reality…
- isn’t that what some smart asshole once said?”
He pointed upward.
“Blindy told INĀNE to go fuck itself…
and INĀNE went and fucked off.”
Dick let out a satisfied grunt.
“Heh.”
Jackie finally snapped, tired of his nonsense:
“Dick—Dick—Dick… what the hell are you even saying?
You’re just… saying nonsense.
You’re hopeless.
Whatever.”
Up above, Zeros stepped closer to Blindy, extended a hand, pulled him up, and said coldly:
“…I wasn’t going to sacrifice myself, idiot.”
Blindy blinked.
“…You weren’t?”
Zeros, completely emotionless:
“I was going to sacrifice YOU.
ALL OF YOU!”
Blindy froze.
For a couple seconds, he just processed it.
“Ah… o-okay.”