Little Brian and a lawyer were the only people in the park when a spaceship landed. An alien emerged, held up a silvery device, and said, “With this I can grant any desire. What would you like little boy?”
Brian said, “I want an ice cream cone!”
Brian had his ice cream.
“Foolish child!” scoffed the lawyer. “I would like ultimate power.”
The lawyer disappeared.
“Where’d he go?” said Brian.
“He is now a pocket universe. Effectively a god.”
“He’ll get anything he wants?”
“Well, stars and planets need to form first. Give it a few billion years.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/10/02/27-september-2019/