"How may peppers can you buy with a dollar?"
The question was as good as any question. No one, without a doubt, would fail to notice the spectre of thinking that existed. In life, the room you went to in the end was decided by the food choices. Which made eating a naturally crucial element to succeed. One had to complete the five tier stages of aging. However...Jupiter, the god of parties and thunder, was still eighteen.
Jupiter, an eighteen year old. It meant he had to deal with people. It meant he had to live a life that involved some school, some socialization, and some eating. Of course there were moments where he felt the ability gauge turn on and reflect his true nature. The face morphing during sleep, the aural controls, and the heart tracker were all things, naturally. He was only tunneling inside a VR. And what's more, he could barely comprehend the simplicty of the question, "how many peppers."
Exactly how many more peppers to achieve the war room? In this world, he was nothing. Not yet. But he would find what his niche thing was at some point, weather it was niche or not really did not matter. It was all about perception in the end.
Jupiter hated salad.
That was the worst of his problems. He agonized the salad and always picked at food. That is what made the girl he was visiting in, Maya Yu, very hungry. Near constant hunger plagued him. He was basically a hound when it came to eating: he would eat everything, regardless of if it looked good.
He loved pickles.
Pickles, he thought, were soul food.
"what about the banana?"
Bananas were something he often meditated on. What if the banana could feel the sensation of being chewed alive, and what if it was pleasing to the banana? What did humans look like to bananas?
In this world, corn has genetic memory.
"corn is the superpower food."
And so it was. Corn was definitely the food with the most power in the entire game. The data transfer classes were something else, mostly boring. Yes, boring. With the stereo turned on, Jupiter put in his headphones, and decided to commence listening to music. He knew that in his world music was much longer. However, he was stuck with short previews for now.
His real world was a lot to handle.
So the entertainment sluts created one where people would not have to work or study unless it was considered fun. Visiting life as a god was something that meant you could live in a waiting room café, as a young goddess, creating worlds through dreams, motion studio, and composition. Composition was this girl's strength. She had a great memory for visual reference.
Corn was definitely a superpowered food. But what's more, they had the elicitation to be bested by a higher order of foods. Eating was his favorite part of the sim. It meant he got to dictate his future, while also digesting the stimulus from his synesthesia processor. the processor was meant to make it feel more real to the gods. Of course, every person was a god here. It was the god's cafe waiting room, and they were all celebrities.
All famous body actors doing their thing.
It was only now, after staring down the carrots, that Jupiter made a point to eat them. He stomached them as well as anyone, but he really wasn't a fan of carrots. The last time he had carrots, he puked on the ground, spitting up everything he had tried to digest. As cool as a cucumber, he would have to remind himself over and over again.
Who wouldn't want to taste a delicious cucumber right about now?
"He's a force of nature you cannot easily dispose."
But who could say no to that? That was the island of mystery. For him, it was something entirely different from fruit loops. No one liked froot loops but the sugar hunting VR hounds.
This is becoming a long eating scene, he thought.
They all filmed their animation in one sitting: the motion picture frame called the game of life. Technology vs science. Warring philosophies on what makes a person a person, Is a person sky level? Or are they deep underground? what is their personal aura? and how much could they swallow? None!
This brought Jupiter's mind back to Oreos. The Roman god could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he finished the last meal. He sensed his war room coming up in the near future. A battleground where secret agents faced off against each other, eternally enmeshed in war.
"who else wants the last slice of cake?"
Jupiter would have raised his hand, but he said no. He did not wish for that. he hated cake. Hating cake, and digesting it, were two entirely different realms. How do you eat cake, he asked himself? I've never seen anyone live it up like that. Eating cake, sandwiches, party food. That was his goal. And his goal was his goal. It was no one else's. He could change the atmosphere to be the ultimate partier if he wished, but that was hardly true. It was something else. A logical fallacy. A place where someone could go if they wished to leave. The closing eyes. the sayora wakeup. all movie tropes.
he kept count on three fingers carefully evaluating his choices.
first choice: the aesthetic mouth.
second choice: unravelling geese.
third choice: to feel or not to feel pain.
Jupiter finished his meal and decided to retreat to the showers. He would shower and brush himself up now. And that was what he would do. Brush himself up and determine if he was ready to do it yet.
Fix his smartphone.
He kept procrastinating every day, but the app feature was totally broken. (not an author self insert complain rant)
Without the phone, he would not be able to talk to bots and complete his end of the data transfer. His app, called The Nexus, was designed as purely a social media for Candorian wolves. It was a special device that allowed it to sync with the thoughts you put in your mind. Then you would get image reel notifications.
It was too bad that he could not seem to fix the phone.
An assist would have done the work for him, but he wanted to do everything himself.
He had stated on his profile he was very social.
The corn meme would do him some good right now, he thought.
But sadly, he could not gain access to it. He was prematurely locked out of seeing it. Like, almost prematurely. Because he had gotten rid of the email. And the girl's natural memory was not nearly as good as his.
His was photographic and perfect. but a reincarnated god has some skill.
the god of writing.
the god of thunder.
the god of building speech.
the god of bullshitting.
these were some of his qualities and things that people preached him for.
But who else could be Jupiter but Jupiter?