[ WP ] You create custom-made worlds for a living . One day you created a masterpiece - and came to hate your client

I do n't know how I do what I do. Maybe I'm a Demigod. Hell, maybe I'm a God, I do n't know. All I know is, the first time I drew something - the Mighty Morphin'Power Rangers fighting my babysitter - it turned out real. And I do n't mean like, the picture started moving - I mean I could actually step in the drawing and watch the little world I'd created live its life. 
 
 And trust me, you do NOT want to be inside a five-year-old's crayon-and-poop masterpiece. 
 
 So yeah, I do n't know how I do what I do. I've gotten better. Went past the need for a graphic medium now, I can Create straight from my mind, with more details, and almost the size of an actual planet. But I still do n't know how. 
 
 I do, however, know why. 
 
 And if you saw the number of zeroes on the checks I get, you'd figure it out too. 
 
 The rich and powerful pay me to make pocket dimensions for them. I've created country-sized pleasure domes full of every flavor of lustful creature you can imagine, spiritual retreats with vistas you've never seen on Earth, country homes, I've even created a Moon-sized extra-dimensional emergency shelter for the ruler of China - The REAL ruler, not that figurehead Xi. 
 
 But when Laszlo Walesa contacted me with a request, I still hesitated. 
 
 `` So you want... Earth?'' 
 `` Yes, that's right. Down to every city, every house, every person.'' 
 `` Mr. Walesa, I'm good, but what you're asking... I've never done anything like that before.'' I stammered. `` If you'd accept scaling down...'' 
 `` No.'' That was final. `` I want it as it is. I've taken the liberty of writing you your retainer already.'' 
 
 I checked. And when I told you about all the zeroes? There were about five more than even I'm used to on that transfer. My heart skipped a beat. 
 
 After that, it was all about getting to work. I traveled - expenses paid, of course - all around the world, taking pictures and notes and meeting people. Back home, I got to work. Opening up the dimension is easy, molding the basics of the world too - that only took me most of two years. The details are the tough part. Minerals and soil took me two more years, plant life five, animals seven. 
 
 Funny, you do n't appreciate how beautiful the world really is until you make its twin. When you spend the best part of two decades seeing the world as it is, and making it as it should be. I came to love it - it made me want to take vacations everywhere once I was done. Whether in the real world or in my copy, i did n't care. 
 
 People were going to be extra tricky. I knew I could n't make them all to order - that would take me more than a lifetime - So I cut some corners, replicating a few millions here and there. 
 
 People still took me ten years. You ca n't understand what it is to feel like a God - Like, as Descartes said, the Great Watchmaker of the universe. I understood most of all why so many believers call their god Father - I was a father to these people. 
 
 At the end of the work, I'd made everyone in the world - more or less. My final piece was making my client himself. Mr. Walesa, after a tour of the world, agreed to model for himself. I took extra care of the details - moles, pores, and hair. And at the end, there stood, innocent, smiling and bald, my own childish version of Laszlo Walesa. 
 
 `` Excellent work!'' laughed the real Walesa. `` From what I've seen, it's exactly what I wanted! Your last payment will be approved shortly.'' 
 `` And that, I believe, concludes out business, sir.'' I added, satisfied. `` If I may, what are you going to do here? Rule?'' I'd worked for power freaks before. 
 `` Rule? Of course not! Could n't imagine anything drearier. No, what I'm going to do is what I've always wanted... But could n't, out there.'' 
 
 And with speed and strength that no man his age has any business having, Laszlo Walesa sprang towards himself and broke his own double's neck. 
 
 `` Now, please leave me.'' He said as I stood in stunned silence. `` I've got some overdue fun to have. Please leave the dimensional door open when you leave, my people will come shortly to deliver my weapons'' 
 
 And with that, he pulled out a handgun and sauntered out in the street. 
 
 I stood there in shock for a few more minutes until one of Walesa's men shook me and told me - not unkindly - to get back home. I left, heating distantly the votes of my children dying, of my world burning. 
 
 I am no God.
