THE SUPER WIZARD FROM SPACE #2
Somewhere in an invisible galaxy, a secret meeting of the seven
super-civilizations of outer space has been organized to discuss the
recent cosmic genocide against two mythic space-races.
In a pitch black room, a giant neon-green hologram was showing a
forested planet orbiting a twin star system. A crack started at the
top and circled the entire sphere until it met on the other side.
After a few seconds, a fat red circle appeared on the green crack
labelling millions of simultaneous stress points and disaster areas.
Finally, the entire planet cracked in half, the edges crumbling to
ragged chunky edges, and the red danger circles filled up the entire
With a disgusted wave, the hologram was cleared and the projector
switched off. The lights came back up, casting an ethereal glow on the
circular chamber constructed entirely of white marble and white
diamonds. The chamber was built on future-fractal principals, making
it intimate in size yet able to hold exactly a million representatives
of each of the seven super-civilizations at once.
Seven million sentient creatures, all the magnificent pinnacles of
super-evolution, and all of them stunned at what they had just been
shown. Super-genocide on a scale unseen for countless space-centuries.
There were long, awkward moments before the silence was finally
"What a jerk."
All eyes suddenly turned to the one who has spoken, the Super-Devil of
Double-Hell. He was a monstrously, giant humanoid all red in color
with cloven hooves for feet and two huge hooked horns sprouting from
his forehead. Star-fire burst menacingly from his mouth and eye
sockets as he glared at everyone.
"What? You saw what he did."
The chamber exploded into seven million arguments at once, all
debating the best course of action against the celestial being that
had wiped out two mythic space-races.
"Enough, be obmutescent all!" boomed the thunderous voice of the
Secret Living Language, automatically heard and understood by all
sentient creatures in the room. "We will not oppugn amongst ourselves
like puerile euarchontoglires. This is a cosmic crime of the most
"Well, I certainly hope you will not be holding us, the immortal race
of Super-Wizards From Space, responsible for the action of a single
insane rogue." A million powerful men dressed in the same blue and
gold suit stared at the other super-races.
The Super-Devil was suddenly surrounded by flames and magma, his fury
burst from him in physical form. "Not responsible? You arrogant
assholes! He's YOUR space-champion!"
"Yesszzz," agreed the million choreographed voices of a swarm of giant
bees. "You do not sszzzeee OUR sszzzpace-champion cracking planetsszzz
open when it sszzzuits her!"
"We are antipathetic but must acquiesce with our apoidean allies,"
said the Secret Living Language, "some super-races have inaugurated
super-space-war for lesser apologia."
"Is that a threat?" shouted one of the Super Wizards From Space as he
clenched his fists and started to glow with a menacing black light.
Several of his compatriots stood forward, they too starting to cast
the same black light, ready to tear down the hyper dimensional
"No, but perhaps it is a challenge," said a soft-spoken figure in the
back. "Like a rude oyster hiding a pearl of wisdom; a challenge of
space-champions." Dressed in plain orange clothing with a hood over
his bald head, he was hovering a few feet off the marble floor,
cross-legged in a serene lotus position.
"What are you talking about?" demanded the Super Devil.
Uncrossing his legs, the orange-clad figure gracefully lowered himself
to the floor standing on bare feet. The multitude of other similarly
dressed individuals continued with their prayers and meditations,
occasionally humming, occasionally ringing a series of gongs in
perfect space-harmony. "Despite his recent outbursts, he is still a
super-champion for a super-civilization; a silver-plated blade cutting
down the falling leaves of autumn. Any of our own races'
super-champions can challenge him to combat without risking the
political turmoil of the frightful winter."
There was a long silent murmuring throughout the chamber as every
single individual in the room discussed the idea. The awkward silence
however was soon turning into a general chorus of agreement.
"The monks' injunction is mesmeric."
"It isszzz a sszzzounder sszzzolution that sszzzuper-sszzzpace-war."
"I wouldn't mind putting cloven hoof to ass to that douchebag."
All one million of the Super Wizards From Space looked at
themselves, then relaxed, letting their power fade away with the black
light. What choice did they have but to accept? They could not allow
one of their own to run rampant in the universe unleashing such a
violently final brand of punishment. "Very well, we agree. A
tournament, then, to end this rampage. But you have witnessed the
power at his disposal. He has a billion, billion years of our
science-sorcery at his command. Will all you great super-civilizations
commit your super-champions to this?"
The orange clad individual lowered his hood and struck a series of
fast, deadly martial-arts poses. A million golden gongs were
struck at once. "The Invisible Monks accept this challenge!" they all
cried out as one voice.
"The Secret Living Language is inclined to acquiesce to this request."
A mass of gauze-covered machines and computers interlinked and formed
a network, finding amongst their scraps and pieces enough
working speakers to dictate a moaning, mechanical assent.
, end-statement. We-are-in-boolean-agreement-with-the-proposal,
In a shimmering blue phosphorescence that was only in the room in a
spiritual sense, the ethereal presence of a school of a million
phantom fish telepathically rung as well. "Yes! Yes! Us as well!
Accepted! The Infinite Schools of Infinite Oceans!"
A massive yellow swarm bunched together, their already large size
individually becoming terrifying en masse. "We alsszzzo acczzzept the
challenge. This monsszzzter will not defeat the Monsszzzter Beesszzz
of Queen Buzzzzz!" They beat their wings hard enough to echo as
thunder against the white marble walls.
"You droning dickwads won't get the chance," said the Super Devil,
liquid fire and sulphur pouring from his splitting grin, seven million
tortured hell-souls wailing in agony as the flood spilled on them and
burned away their flesh. "Double-Hell is jumping on this bandwagon.
I'm going to get first whack at this Super Wizard asshole!
"By this space-time next week, I'll have him screaming in eternal
misery in a savage under-realm where your simple mortal concepts of
evil are just more hopeful mercies we take pleasure in stamping out!
Wil Alambre, follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/wilalambre
"Hurry, uni-scribe! We have less than one space-hour to get to the
negotiating table before the Great Disaster arrives!" The desperate uni-diplomat paced back and forth in the room. He kept
looking at the space-clock, watching the moments tick away and
whinnying quietly under his breath. The light in the room was starting
to fade away as ominous clouds rolled in, covered up the twin suns. It
was as if the very planet understood the impending doom and was losing
On a distant world, a mummy-robot and a brown-robed monk silently made their way to the center of a blasphemous cathedral. Though the robot lurched ungainly, it's servos making an uneven whirring sound as they moved the broken machine through black-stone hallways, it held it's bandaged head high, the ghostly
Cocytus the demon-glacier had the Super Wizard From Space engulfed in its icy grasp, forever to be a frozen prisoner of the ninth circle of Hell. Meanwhile the victorious Devil stood atop the massive field of ice, grateful to be back home. The Devil tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and just basked
On a filthy cobblestone hell-road outside the infinite walls of Double-Dis, the Super Wizard From Space stared up at the triumphant face of the Super-Devil. The monster's massive grin dribbled thick lava as he shouted out "Hey there, jerks! Welcome to Double-Hell!"
In the ruins of an ancient city of pillars, an alien octopus pointed eight dangerous looking ray-guns at a white-bearded hermit. "You best be giving me that there data-cylinder, Gavrilo, or I'll vaporize you right where you stand, I done swear it!"
Two figures hurtled through a scarred green warp tunnel underneath the skin of the universe toward the lost planet of the silver skull machine. The Super Wizard From Space was leading the way, encased in a cocoon of hard light that protected him from the rigors of space travel. His companion, a filthy bearded hermit,
The Super Wizard From Space and the Hermit Wizard From Space were trapped in an asteroid belt by a swarm of gigantic space-bees! As it's fellow drones circled uniformly, one particularly grusome space-bee broken from the formation. It was as massive as any of the drifting asteroids, it's gigantic yellow black body big enough to drag smaller free-floating
A monstrously giant bee made of hollow electricity used its clawed legs to peel open the hull of the crashed rocket-ship. It glowed brightly with a pale light, partially transparent and seemingly fragile as it opened up the armored cockpit as if it was made of tinfoil. The ship's two occupants didn't even have a moment to shake off the shock before
The two super wizards stood stock still as the two floors of the building above them were eaten by the ghost of a cosmic megalodon. Bigger than a rocket-ship, it nonetheless hung effortlessly in the air, it's fifty-five rows of cleaver-like teeth surrounding their room as it floated vertically above them. The daylight of the alien sky shone
I am Theodor. I am a rainbow blue fish. I lived on a planet far away. Then I died. But that is was not the end. That was the beginning. I became a ghost. I became part of the infinite school. Thanks to wise Rex. This is the story of Rex. He is big fish. A big shark. Many sizes big. From a far away blue
It took nearly every ghost fish of the infinite school to confidently herd Sharkasaurus Rex into the depths of the invisible galaxy. The megalodon's monstrous instincts were near impossible to fully understand, a hundred million space-years of predatory instinct and insatiable hunger. The spectral school's entire telepathic concentration
"Oh dear me!" shouted Brody Dharma to the marble diamond hall, his gecko eyes spinning in shock as the ghostly forms of Geisel and Theodor circled over the sticky yellow remains of Queen Buzz. "Fish! Please! Contain yourselves!" "Tyrant!" flared out Geisel angrily, telepathically sharing horrific
"Master hero! Master hero!" cried out the young boy, frantic enough to ignore his disciplined training. "A terrible occurrence! The infinite school have lost their hold on their grisly teacher! The cosmic crown reacted suddenly and cut off their psychic leashes! Sharkasaurus Rex is loose!". The young boy wildly rang the same small gong all the monks in this
Geisel was gone, his phantasmal form torn apart in savage fury by the recently de-crowned Sharkasaurus Rex. The equally ethereal Theodor watched the entire sudden rending in still shock. As did the rest of the infinite school, millions of fellow ghost fish that had all gathered to psychically leash the mighty megalodon.
"Sharkasaurus Rex is feeding on the simple people of this planet," said the
Super Wizard From Space, pointing to where a sticky-looking red hue spread in
the red mist for a space-minute before the fin moved on. "He's converting their
psyches into spiritual mass, growing exponentially. This incredible instrument
is our only hope."
He was lying on the ground. Still at the top of the mountain
monastery. Yes, he was certain of it. There was no mistaking. He
remembered the feel of these particular stones. And the scent of that
particular moss. But he could not remember how he had came here. It
was like his mind was rattling around in his head while at the same
time trying to swell larger than his skull could contain.
I warned him not to use the Gong Ago, as the volume required from that sacred instrument would have unintended side effects. But like an old mule wearing ragged blinders, he rung it out anyway. And that powerful pitch has freed me and my like-minded brethren. My name is Andy Dharma. I am the master villain of the Invisible Monks.
In a clearing at the center, a nine-foot lizards bowed respectfully to his duplicate. He dressed the same way. He moved with the same simple grace. He stood with the same relaxed posture. And he looked back at him with the same calculating eyes, measuring the short distance between them, judging the smallest of movements.
"You are unbalanczed. You cannot be truszted with coszmic power." Her hand closed into a fist and squeezed. From every direction, the spectral fish tossed out their determination in crisscrossing grey lines, trying to ensnare his mind.
"Andy, don't do this," whispered Brody, "You can't." "Yes I can! Yes I will!" he shouted back at him. "No more bad habits disguised as tradition! No more of yesterday's rules deciding today's fate! I will show you what change can accomplish!" He spat on the floor in disgust, and backflipped off the balcony.
On the side of a small lake, a simple man was fishing off the end of a rickety dock. The lake was usually a clear blue, filled with many delicious fish. It was not so now. It was murky, tinted pink and red, the fish preferring to stay closer to the bottom, where the water was cleaner and lines could rarely reach. It meant the man would be lucky for even a small catch, but that would be enough. He lived alone on this shore, in his cabin up the hill, and had only himself to feed.
He wiped his hands on his bloody apron, then stroked his long grey beard with a smile. It was with great experience that he could judge the quality and balance of a blade and in all the experience, he had never worked with such magnificent instruments.
A portion of empty space bubbled and bulged, like plastic melting in a fire, then peeled away to reveal the spitting green end of a warp tunnel. Wrapped and protected in a cocoon of pale starlight, the Super Wizard From Space blasted out of the tunnel opening at incredible speed. The wound in black reality mended behind him with a practiced flick of
Sharp super-lightening split across a sick dry sky as a lone yellow cab pulled up in front of a long abandoned university. The pale driver scratched at his unkept beard. Hunched over the steering wheel, he got a better look through the windshield at the derelict campus. "You sure this is where you wanna to be?" he gruffly asked the passenger in the back seat.
"I will not tolerate your
presence here. Nor your trickery. I will burn away every molecule. I
will crack every atom. I will unravel your infernal form down to the
minimalist components and grind the remains under my boot."
"Once upon a time, five dark lords of multiple underverses made the mistake of signing a series of magical contracts in an attempt to insure some level of trust between them. Inevitably, all five of them went back on their words and now the tangled wording of those contracts have trapped them in the stone sepulchres of Quinto-Hell."
The ashen remains of the gorgon sunk into the circling river of molten rock and disappeared down the sinkhole in reality, pulled toward the punishments of Triple-Hell. A bleating car horn sounded. The Devil tugged at the wizard's shoulder. "Come along, guv. Our ride awaits."
Somewhere in the dank musky darkness swamp, a single snapping growl was followed up by a chorus of hungry grumbles and hollers and howls. Jagged trunks of twisted trees creaked and cracked as something massive pushed through. Huge lungs filled up and expelled, making for a thunderous breathy bass echo.
Black glass and brittle shale and oddly shaped boulders all bashed against each other in the tornado ferocity of the space between conceptual realities. Every small piece was both nonexistant and an immense solidity to itself, dragging and throwing and colliding with its surroundings as the entire mess fell through infinite layers of fractal
Looking about, he could see endless desert interrupted by black stone squares, similar to the one they were taking refuge on. A long wind was blowing, picking up loose dunes, shifting them up and over and around in an ever-moving landscape. It gave everything a burnt look, a rising sea of sand that just faded without an horizon. The only thing cutting through the leather-colored sky was the sun, massive and oversized, ten times larger than it should be.
The Devil, The Secret Living Language, and the Super Wizard From Space stood upon a massive square of black stone half buried in blistering desert sands. "This is it, end of the line," the Devil announced.
In the seedy bowels of a seedy mining camp, Cephalo Paul roused from blurriness to found himself at the mercy of an unkindness of anthropomorphic ravens. The lot of them stood on four clawed talons, spoke through horrifying beaks lined with serrated edges, and had too many ruby-coloured eyes.
"My name is senior lieutenant Yuri Gigan Topithecus, last survivor of the once-mighty space-sasquatch race. I was a hero of my people and a triumph of my government, becoming the first of my planet to journey into outer space... and as I completed my first orbit in my prototype capsule, I helplessly watched the Super Wizard From Space destroy my world."
The Super Wizard From Space towed his wounded prisoner to a dying system in a lonely constellation. It was a place that had been full and vibrant when the universe was young, a very long time ago. Now, it's small, dense white star bled away its diminishing heat and weak light into empty space.
Across the vastness of galaxies, a nameless forager bee achieves a stable geosynchronous orbit with distant Planet M. The ladened insect has been in contact with appropriate representatives, has deposited it cargo. It now maintains a microwave relay with the surface, and only awaits permission from the Hive to open communications.
In the clarity of the desert night, a single point of light smolders against the blue-black curtain. And it slowly grows the closer it gets, falling toward Us through immense distances. The Super Wizard From Space is coming to Planet M.
Emperor gestures back to the great monolith and declares, "At-the-behest-of-our-electronic-ennead, I've-entombed-the-Super-Wizard-From-Space-within-the-Pyramids-Of-Ka! His-power-will-feed-our-preservation-batteries-for-countless-cycles."
"The Szuper Wizard From Szpace is sztill alive. And He sztill has Hisz coszmic crown." We say it aloud. Not to anyone. To ourselves, as swirling shaking thoughts become cold and real. This is real. This is happening. "Why? Why have you done thisz?"
If you'll indulge me, I'll tell you a story about how some people ( who were much too smart for their own good, I'm afraid ) tried to find an easy, quick solution; by doing so, they doomed countless lives to AGES of suffering.
Now, I was halfway through a tale about countless doomed lives... and yes, my friend, I do know the difference between 'countless' and 'seven'. Those tragic academics were only the first direct victims of these newly formed cosmic crowns. What happened next was intended to prevent more loss of life, but it actually placed the entire universe in peril.
"A swarm! A monster swarm! Oh! Oh gods, they were everywhere. They killed everyone. They stabbed them and killed them. And the dead changed into more and went to do the same. Stabbing and changing and stabbing. Everyone's gone!"
Long spear-length stingers, glints of wet toxin at the tips. Wide crystal wings banging against torsos, making thrumming thunder. It's a *blanket* of angry buzzing. Getting thicker as they crawl over each other. At me. Looking to smother me. Kill me. If I'm lucky.
"What I'm doing, it has to be done. Because someone has to do it. Because no one else is doing it. They're scared of what might happen. Scared of what they could lose. Scared of things they can't change. We can't live like that."
Do you have any idea how this looks? We aren't at war anymore. The tournament is supposed to *prevent* this exact sort of conflict from flaring up again. You can't just go around dropping armies on the *home planets* of the universe's seven super-races."
His ancient race long ago unravelled the laws of physics, and they then learned how to redefine them. They harvest fusion fire to sustain themselves, and they hollow out suns to build their private strongholds. They are guardians of the spaces they know and explorers of the spaces they don't.
Reality stretches like canvas pulled taut. Time stutters and scratches and skips, between moments and months. The Wizard takes refuge within the umbra of the system's innermost planet, little more than a corner to be backed into.
Playing tour guide's certainly been more agreeable than playing babysitter. As far as pointless distractions go. If nothing else, its been interesting visiting old haunts, if only to see what's left of them.