[ WP ] The reason people do not know about the start of the universe is because our minds were coded by a godly species , until one person does..

Shivering, the messenger walked up my throne. 
 
 “ U-uh, apologies, but it looks like s-s-s-someone had found out about it, your majesty. ” 
 
 I sighed. “ And what is this _it_ people have found about? ” 
 
 “ Uh, your majes— ” 
 
 “ _Don ’ t_ call me Majesty, ” I said, “ I ’ m only filling in for Joe, our _true_ lord and savior ” 
 
 He nodded. “ Someone from below had found out about _you_, my lord. They are aware of the presence of a god. ” 
 
 “ What? _That ’ s not possible! _. ” I stood up. “ _Who is at fault for this! _ ” 
 
 “ U-uhm, I am just under orders by my superior— ” 
 
 “ _I could care less about you! _ I need to know how this is possible! People are physically incapable of possessing the knowledge of my existence! Their world can not be influenced by us directly! ” 
 
 “ One of them abused a glitch — something we had not planned for beforehand! ” 
 
 I shook my head. “ And where is Joe, _the actual God_! ” 
 
 “ At a party, according to my sources. ” 
 
 “ _What kind of party could someone be at during this important time! _ ” 
 
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 “ And I assume all preparations are complete? ” 
 
 The intern nodded and left the room. 
 
 Sitting on my chair, I looked at the clock. _11:50_. Almost time for my party. 
 
 I slightly smirked. They really did go out, didn ’ t they. The room was filled to the brim with typical party supplies, champagne, caterers, balloons, you know, the typical party items. I suppose that ’ ll happen, considering my party takes place at Cambridge. 
 
 Shame no one was going to come. 
 
 I looked at the clock again. _11:57_. The invitees should be here by 12. 
 
 Of course, they ’ re not going to come. Not because they aren ’ t punctual ( Dear lord, most of them are likely more punctual than me! ), but because they are physically incapable of doing so. 
 
 The clock chimed. 12:00. 
 
 The doors slammed open, and out walks a blond man in a hawaiian t-shirt — the man we all know, Joe. 
 
 “ Heeeyyyy Stephen, what ’ s up! ” 
 
 He paused. “ Wait where are the guests? ” 
 
 I looked at Joe. “ *How are you here…* ” 
 
 “ Um, is there a problem? I followed the directions on the invitation. ” 
 
 “ Joe, I didn ’ t send invitations yet. ” 
 
 His eyes widened. “ Wait a minute, what? But I followed the directions exactly! ” 
 
 Blinking, it had dawned to him to what had occurred. “ Oh. You put in a date from the past, did n't you. ” 
 
 `` Yes, Joe.'' I rang a bell. I had n't expected this, no, but I ’ m going to exploit it. 
 
 Several people, straight out of Cambridge, came out. All carrying lethal weapons. No guns though, but all was certainly lethal. 
 
 I smirked. “ Now, you ’ re going to take me to the big bang or _you ’ re_ going to be the big bang ” 
 
 With his head down, he nodded. This should be obvious, however, considering anyone who hears one of my sick jokes will never _not_ fall in shame. 
 
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 Through some method of time witch-craft, he took me to the beginning. Both me and Joe floated in space, slightly bobbing up and down. 
 
 “ Now, I presume, is when everything is created. ” 
 
 With his head down, he nodded. “ Yes, ” he said faintly. 
 
 I waited. Hopefully Joe remembered to give me invincibility, or else the big bang might kill me! 
 
 I heard a boom in the distance. That must be the big bang! As a man of science, I can always appreciate it when it is correc— ” 
 
 There was a voice speaking, loud and deep. “ Let there be light. ” 

