There are many directions in space, but here, now, there was nothing to be seen. There was nothing to see, and no light with which to see it.

Reality had existed, now, for hundreds of billions of years, continuing to run to ensure that any life that was going to happen would, and had its opportunity. It had admittedly taken a very long time for it all to fade away and stop. Now, with only the shattered fragments of stars and planets, both having long ago leaked their gases throughout the Universe, it had officially ended.

All that remained were twenty-four beings and many billion billion billion minds, all of which floated around, aware of but not seeing each other mind. For these minds took up no physical space. That was what their bodies had been for.

In another part of reality, a private and closed dimension, was a room. It was the kind of room Jurai Galaxy Earth American football stadiums held for the most important guests. A large window took up one wall, towards which half a dozen comfy seats were faced. There was a table behind the seats, of the finest compound to ever exist, and around this table were six chairs.

Standing in this room was a single person, one of the two dozen remaining beings in all of Reality. He was young, perhaps in his very early twenties, with short brown hair except a long stretch at the back of his head that reached down to the back of his knees, and kind brown eyes. His ears were ovaled, about the same size as his nose, and on the same level as it too. He wore completely white clothes, smart casual style. The appearance was completely fake, of course; this person had existed very near the beginning of the Reality timeline, which itself was a creation of his. He looked around briefly and sighed with all the sense of foreboding. He cleared his throat.

Twenty-three beings appeared in the room, of all shapes and sizes. There were three humanoid women, and twenty bizarre-looking creatures. All of them the first person knew, of course; it was his job to; but three of these creatures held deep connections to him.

"As you probably know," the first person said, "Reality out there has come to pretty much the end of its usefulness. Nothing is left to happen, and there are minds out there that have waited for over three hundred billion years for what I am going to do within the next day. That is why you are here."

"What are we to do?" a woman asked, with light brown hair.

"I'm going to initiate what I'd like to call 'Third Impact'," God replied. "This is a process whereby every single mind is completely melded together as one perfect being."

"Will that include us?" a tall purple beast asked in a deep gruff voice.

"Yes, it will," Tenchi replied. "There's no point in keeping this going any longer, really, so what I suggest is that I should end this Reality."

"Is that the End, then?" Washu asked, her form now the one she first had, as a part of the Trinity.

"Not at all," Tenchi replied, smiling. "After this Third Impact, I'll collapse all dimensions, all universes, and create a new set. Reality II."

"Why aren't you telling this to everyone?" another Slider asked, this one female and shaped like a bird, with brilliant white fur feathers and a metallic blue beak.

"I shall do," Tenchi replied. "There's plenty of time. I just wanted to start Third Impact with you guys, if you don't mind."

"But what will happen to us after?" K'oko asked.

"There'll be no more 'you', as such," Tenchi said, "so for you there is no later. But this Impact being you're all going to become will be a part of the fundamental background in the next Reality. It's better than simply destroying it all, right?"

Most of the Sliders nodded, along with the Trinity. Tenchi smiled.

"Shall we begin?"

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"Inhabitants of Reality, can I have your attention?" Tenchi called. He was now in his human-God form, the form he had always called his God form. In actual fact, he had one more form, one he had only used once, way back when he created the Multiverse. That was his True-God form. But at the moment, human-God Tenchi was floating in the middle of the main universe, amongst clouds of dust and gas.

Those minds nearest to him moved towards him, wondering what he was going to say. The more intelligent ones, those minds that were educated and not promo-beings with the first primitive minds, which formed the first true life, also wondered how Tenchi was talking, when there was no air for him to breathe. It was also puzzling how Tenchi was floating there at all. But he was God. These things wouldn't bother him.

Tenchi was actually speaking in a language that transcended all others. Every single being could understand it perfectly; it was just one of the many things he had designed back at the start of Reality. He didn't need to move his mouth to speak, as the words were instantly picked up by everyone across the spread of everything, but he did so to look more normal than he already did, floating in the middle of space centuries after the last star had died.

Tenchi waved his hand, and every single bit of matter existing transformed into pure invisible energy, the proper backdrop of Reality, and was absorbed into Tenchi's body, where he calmly cancelled it out. Now, with a complete nothing except him in space, everyone could see him easily. Indeed, if there was nothing, there would be complete darkness, but Tenchi himself was illuminated by invisible immaterial sources.

Soon, every mind to exist was gathered around Tenchi, none able to see any others, and none able to tell that they were in almost exactly the same position as each other mind.

"As you have noticed," Tenchi said in the primal language, "the Multiverse has pretty much run out. I have therefore decided to initiate what I like to call Third Impact, and then to end this Reality. For the benefit of those who haven't seen 'The End of Evangelion'," he added, "let me explain.

"In the movie 'The End of Evangelion', an event takes place. This event merges each and every human mind on the planet it was created on into one perfect entity. The producers called this entity God. What I intend to do is the same principle, but to merge absolutely every mind that ever existed into one mind."

Tenchi reached forwards and cupped his hands at arms length. "If you would all position yourselves between my hands, we can begin."

Immediately there was uproar as very many billions of minds all clamoured at once. Tenchi knew what they were going on about anyway.

"I don't want to force you all," he said, "but I do want to end this existence very soon. Trust me; it'll be fine. And you all should know God wouldn't lie to you. But I really don't see your argument. Most of you have been hanging around for countless millennia, haven't you? And you've just spent the last several hundred years looking at nothing, right? I would have thought you'd all be bored enough to get it over with. Now, come on. This is an order."

Those minds that weren't already between Tenchi's hands were moved there by an immensely powerful force. Now almost every mind in existence was contained within an area the size of an average snowball, except God's mind, of course. The Sliders and the Trinity were all there, their minds already merged into one.

There was a loud silent flash of brilliant blue and red light, the blue from Tenchi's body and the red emanating from between his hands.

And then there were two.

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One of the two had the collective knowledge of every single being that ever existed, except for Tenchi Neo Masaki. This one's body was slender and long, although size meant nothing in the leftovers of a place with no scale. No hair appeared on its body, and there was no gender. Its body was practically perfect, and looked almost human, despite the large pure white wings protruding from its back.

The other had the entire knowledge of everything. This one had no corporeal body, but a vague shimmering mist suggested another humanoid form. The main extent of this other being was busy collapsing and ending every other dimension and universe, except the one the mist was in and another one.

Third Impact, said the first form, it too communicating by its mind, so there was no tone of voice, just the impression of words. Suitable.

Any last questions? the mist asked.

What will happen now?

Now I shall end this Reality, and sculpt a new one. And that is the way. It will always be the way. And I shall always be there.

I'm sorry for your continued existence, never able to end or stop. It is always your responsibility. Always you.

It is almost time.

What fate shall come of me, of everyone comprising me?

Your essence will become a part of the very basis for the next Reality. You yourself will stop realising that you are, but will merely become a fundamental 'is' for the rest of ever. After I have broken all this, you will never know again, but will always exist.

Oh. Omnia paused. Fair enough.

Goodbye.

The mist faded, and Omnia was left alone in the collapsing universe. In a moment, Reality would end.

The fate of destruction, Omnia said, is also the joy of rebirth. Will the last person to leave Existence please turn off the lights...

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And then it started. It all started.