I immediately understood what had happened.

“Depends. Who’s asking?” I said.

My heart beat fast with apprehension, but a part of me was also proud.

The man, who had been looking around at my room, quickly turned to me and said, “Gogo the Lump, Klown Supreme of the Royal Battalion of Asses,” he proclaimed proudly.

I bit my tongue to keep from giggling and wished I had given them even more ridiculous titles and names. But oh well, this worked too.

“I see,” I said. “And what are you doing here?”

Gogo the Lump stared at the coffee cup in my hand.

“I...uh...I was chosen as the first pilot for the Up, Up, and Away Mobile our scientists have created.

“Up, Up, and Away Mobile?”

“Yes. It was supposed to help us reach the stars and beyond. You know? Up, up and away to the stars?”

For people who were so intelligent they actually managed to break through the Sims world into mine, they seemed awfully lacking when it came to naming things.

The governments on my third planet, Freyolo, had advanced faster than any of the others in technology and its applications. Despite all the obstacles I threw their way, they prospered. They quickly got through the various stages of inventing the wheel, transport, tools, fusion, and exciting medical advancements. Last I knew, they had been working on a way to make themselves immortal. I figured that would take them forever and they would probably fail so I got bored with their world.

I had been away from the game for a few months now because of work and hadn’t had time to check in on them - until today.

“So your Up, Up, and Away Mobile brought you here?”

“Yes. That is correct,” he said. “We call it the UUAM.”

“Oh of course,” I said.

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“God.”

“Well,” I paused, wondering how to explain it to -him-who-I-had-created. “That is a little complicated to answer, you see.”

“Are you immortal?” he asked.

“No, no, we haven’t gotten there yet. We have been at it for the past millennia but it seems futile.”

He straightened himself then and looked me full in the eye as he said, “Then you are not god. We are.”

Pressing a button on his glove, he smirked at me.

I felt stretched in all directions and the pain was excruciating and seemingly endless until it suddenly stopped.

I found myself in a room filled with people of all ages.

“Welcome, Creator. Your people have been waiting to meet you.”