The World Has Been Saved The End

“I’m so glad we saved the entire universe, and I’m grateful for the fact that we didn’t get any credit. I don’t do well in a spotlight,” One of the college robots said.

“Shuddup,” The college professor said, cramming another scone in his mouth and working on a device at the same time.

“Hmm.” I wondered aloud. “Why are you even still doing inventor shit? Haven’t you had enough for one lifetime?”

The professor barely looked up, but enough to really mad dog me. I knew exactly where this was going and who he was. He was an inventor. A great one who saved the world and took all of us with him.

“I like inventing,” He muttered, still spending most of his mental energy on what he was doing, “If I didn’t want to invent, I would find another line of work…and let the universe perish. Another scone?” He said, grabbing the bowl without looking and tossing it in front of lion guy. Lion guy was wrapped up in making out with the robot. It was creepy but we were allowed to let loose a bit since we saved the world and all.

I’m not gonna tell you what he did but the corpse is gone now. And in fact the courier has been erased from EVERY timeline. Shows him for being a racist piece of shit. Oh yeah I don’t think any of the narrators ever said but the courier had some reeeeal medieval senses of race and it just made everything really uncomfortable.

“But,” The professor continued clearly hopping onto another train of logic. “The fact that we saved the world means our story is at an end. Excuse me…our STORIES.”

“I looked at him confused,” I said. Hang on…

“You see? We’ve done our duty, we’ve saved everything. We can relax here for as long as we like. I can teach you to invent or something. We’ve saved every world. From that weird guy who liked that wave a bit too much, to that empoporium guy who clearly sold his soul to someone or another. And there’s gonna be more for them to come, which I’m excited about. But we need to stay out of the limelight.”

It sounded like the ramblings of a crazy person, but in a twisted way it all made sense. Things could go back to abstraction. This long ordeal of saving the world and bringing all of these worlds together was bizarre. Stories were told of students who were assigned jobs after they finished school and took a surreal odyssey to the heavens without recompense. These stories needed to be told, and we couldn’t keep holding them back. But, after everything, I’m glad that our story helped usher in the new ones. The new generation of abstractions that came straight from the head to the paper. In any case, I picked up a scone and jammed it in my mouth. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

Y’know, after all the things we did which were all so fantastical and intensive, it feels good to relax and just allow my thoughts to flow just out they come. It is a real weight off my mind. I want to ramble and I’m going to. And in a few moments, I won’t exist. But that’s okay, I don’t have to anymore. Gone are the long and lengthy moments and thinking about much and all. It was time for the characters to have their own stories. The world has been saved, we were the ones to save it, and I’ll always remember it. I’d better figure out what the professor is making.

“It’s a machine to break through worlds. The start of the cataclysm. And now…” He took off his shoe and slammed it down on the device. “We have officially saved this thing from being invented, thus saving the world. Goodnight everybody!”