Cole - On the Boardwalk

I didn't know that Sasha had brought someone else back with her from that future reality, nor had I any inkling of the nature of that being.  Sasha had brought me my power, my knowledge, my memories from some 50,000 years in the future.  We were both Gods.  My whole retinue were Gods, the Gods of Arrallonian legend and myth, of their day to day reality.  We gave them power.  We made them special in the multiverse.  But we got bored after so many millennia and decided to try and change the very nature of reality,... again. 

To create this Alternate Reality, the first step would be to fix Earth without having to destroy it, or rather to make humanity pull its head out of its ass without bringing about World War III.  Thus, Sasha and I came up with the idea of sending all my power (or a copy of it at any rate) back to my younger self, at a time when the world could have embraced a better future, if certain obstacles were silently removed and the good that they already had was made clear to them.  Certain politicians would reap the punishments of their earlier illegalities and never get into politics.  Some talking head celebrities would simply fade from existence.  A rich ex-Nazi propaganda clerk would be tracked down by Israeli agents and killed.  Technology that would take another 50 years would emerge quickly,... and people would know the difference between requirement and luxury, necessity and unnecessary bling, and companies would follow suit in producing said technology.

Sasha brought me back that power, knowledge of the 27 known galaxies, and the power of a Creator God.  We soon shared a kind of secret life, hiding our real identifies, powers and intentions,... not wanting to disrupt the timeline too much until the right time came.  My powers, to manipulate time, space, energy and matter at the quantum level, allowed me to predict the outcome of each thread we pulled, both near term and far a field.  It was only when an event occurred that I had not foreseen that I had to ponder why.

Something else was manipulating the time line, something even I could not sense, which was as unlikely as my mere existence on 1979 Earth.  It was upon return from Kathy and my honeymoon that I discovered that Tim and Rhianna had died in a motorcycle accident.  Tim was not to die for another six months and Rhianna was to live, to have my son,... so what happened?

Sasha smiled that shit eating grin of hers and cocked her head,...

"I, uh,... brought somebody else back with me."

"Who?!"

"She's quite powerful, actually.  And you had no memory or knowledge of her,... well, because you never met her,... never actually knew she existed."

"How is that possible?"

"Well, she's our daughter,... and she's almost as powerful as both of us combined,..."

"She's what??!!"

"Yeah,..."

"And what the fuck has she been doing?"

"Oh, you know that whole Islamic problem that's about to crop up,... outside of the Iran Hostage Crisis,... after all, gotta get rid of Peanut Man, right,... well, Bin Laden, Saddam, even those barbarians down in Somalia,... they won't be a problem."

"Sasha,... we had a fuckin' plan."

"Yeah?  So why didn't you see this coming? God?"

"I wasn't figuring in the 8th, 9th and 10th variables of inter-dimensional ripples.  It won't happen again."