“Are you ready to be God?” she said.
The question rang in the sterile room.
I paused,
trying to wrap my male mind around this
alien concept.
“No” I replied.
Women are the vessels for life,
for the continuation of a species.
They are used to playing a lesser form of God.
Men, we’re the byproduct.
The checks and balances to make sure,
absolute power doesn’t corrupt.
“Well you better be cause in the next
blink of your eyes you would have assisted
in the creation if a universe.”
I’m sure if I’m modeled after God’s assistant
he must have been shitting his pants,
cause I know I am.
I sighed,
“I’m more content with being the Devil.
You be the good parent.”
It’s much easier to be the Devil, there is little
to no expectation involved…
and people just assume
your fucking with them.
It’s the slackers deity.
She reached for the lever.
“Wait. Shouldn’t we have some kind of cool story?
You know like out of Genesis?
I mean how much respect can two dropouts
who pull a switch and cross their fingers generate?”
I said trying to stall.
“I calculate two years.
We have two years to come up with a story.
At the rate their cells evolve we have two years
before anything that can reason shows up.”
She said impatiently
“Oh, ok.”
It’s fitting she pull the switch,
she being a woman and all.
I mean this machine is just one big uterus.
Except what comes out is worse than a baby…
it’s a fucking universe.
You know, men, we don’t have penis envy
or dominant alpha issues as much as we have
birth giving issues.
See whether we believe it or not
women were set up to run the show.
They are the birth givers,
the continuation of the species.
So to compensate for the lack of birth giving abilities
men emerged as the dominant gender.
We repressed anything that can be mistaken
for weakness, to prove we can lead.
To prove we have worth.
To prove our dominance.
I am an appendix.
A wrinkle in creation.
Able to work within a system
as long as it suits me
and the second it doesn’t,
I destroy it.
“God?” I whispered
“Yes?” She answered.
This made me laugh, already she thought
of herself as the supreme deity.
“What if we fuck up and these things end up
where we are now?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. They’ll probably love me
either way. It’s all they know.”
She pulled down the lever and there was a pause.
I was waiting for something out of
Frankenstein,
instead it was just the eerie
buzz of protons colliding with neutrons
andatoms splitting.
This is my chance to have everyone
on an even keel.
To fix what my God’s assistant forgot to,
or maybe was brain washed not to.
This was my chance to phase out
gender inequality…
To start from absolute zero.