Soren went to sit at his desk considering what to do with this massive power which now sat at his fingertips. He could make himself the richest man alive, the sexiest man the most powerful man. He could do that and so much more, however that didn’t feel right.
Unknown to him a small flickering ashen figure which had been gathered at the ceiling moved down to his ear, it took the form of a pair of lips and spoke into his ear.
“Go big or go home.” The figure, an agent of chaos, said into his ear but it sounded like his own voice.
“Go big or go home.” Soren repeated as he lifted a pen and placed it to the paper. “Let’s change the world, the whole world and everyone on it.”
“I will remember.” Soren started his pen dancing across the paper. “The people of this planet are….”