Becoming The Overman

THE OVERMAN WAS running in what seemed like circles, trying to meet the needs of all those people. He dreamt of fighting the universe to serve the masses. As a waiter, being a person who waits for what he does not know, the Overman had to fight a floor that bent under the pressures of alligators and demons that wanted to stop him from completing his job. And when he believed he could not stand it anymore, those Smiling People Greeters just laughed in his face and gave him more and more to save...and please with how he saved them.

And so, wishing to not be there anymore and knowing that the power was in his hands, the Overman ran towards the kitchen and dove into a small cove where the water turns to ice. The people there were unbearable, yet he was meant to bear them? The Overman screamed, wanting out of this place more badly than any human could ever know. He wanted to leave that place so badly, in fact, that he actually did. His desire swept across the multiverse so powerfully and his wishes pushed so hard that they seemed to bend the very fabic of life itself, and when he pressed his hand against a wall that led into a dark and solemn office, it bellowed open and revealed a field of green grass and sunshine like you could never believe.

And the Overman ran into the field with his fingers almost touching the clouds and smiled, screaming at the tops of his lungs, "I'm free! I'm free!"