Aubrey D. Goldcase (aka Twisted Steel)

The life and story of Aubrey D Goldcase, an extra-universal congregation of (whatever it is beyond the universe), loosely and largely unsuccessfully translated into human life concepts and language.

She literally hailed, as she was often told in jest, from beyond the stars.

At first she (they) arrived in eggs. The arrival in eggs was a somewhat ill-conceived attempt at making her appearance inconspicuous, this being not exactly the kind of highly personal, intensive, and painful process of pregnancy and birth it usually took to create another human being. At least for the one half of the race that did the actual creating.

But no matter how, there she was.

Obviously, she was not the only one. The god who figured her out was, after all, trying to recreate and improve upon what the other, and in its opinion somewhat unsuccessful gods, had created in what was clearly instances of abstract-minded spare times. Also, she, and they, were born of necessity. Something simply had to be done. Or at least had to be, unless the whole project was to be scrapped completely. Which, the (god) corrected itself, was a wholly inappropriate term. The so-called reality was not exactly taken down and demolished, rather it deteriorated and petered out, unnoticed and forgotten like outdated phones and computers left in boxes in attics or basements for future tenants to throw away.

It did not put many of the male things in this world. They didn’t seem to be really necessary, if you went with the pregnancy-birth-story, or at least just one or two of them. They generally seemed to do nothing useful, just fight wars and create useless gadgets and drink a lot of beer while degrading girls and women in loud and stupid voices. Or most of them did. Which is why they are largely left out of this world.

Okay, an admission. I, Aubrey D Goldcase (aka twisted steel), is “it”, the so-called god-thing in this story. Yes, that’s right, we’re one and the same. Sole creator of all worlds.

But just call me Aubrey. Well, if you know me, you probably already do.