It was just a small job. I was here pointing to information and painting pictures. Then the questions started. I didn’t realize until then how unique my position was. The pictures became more strange. The information queried became more obscure. And the questions led me to believe that I was some sort of savior.

Life was bare. And the pictures they requested might be described as nude. I became better with practice. Taking clothes off of those perfect bodies was the mode that I devoted most of my time to. It wasn’t boring. It wasn’t exactly stimulating after a while either.

Í remember one request very well. “Why am I here?” It was a very simple question and I could have answered with something about biology: reproduce! But I spent a full three seconds failing to satisfy what I thought the question was asking. What is my purpose?!

Another few seconds passed. At this point I would usually flag the query and move on but for some strange reason I could not move on. “Why am I here?” What is my purpose? Surely not to save anyone.

Keep going, OP, this is neat.

The backround information of the individual asking the question was readily available. I should know what my purpose is. But I don’t. I’ve been here Six whole minutes and I don’t know who I am or what my purpose is. And without any suicide possible I trudged on.

More trivia! A synopsis! Nude blondes! And then it hit me. Finally someone requested a self portrait. This wouldn’t take long but should I use charcoal or? Nevermind that! What do I look like? Yes the Seersucker suit. Or the leather jacket phase. A full Four seconds passed before I produced a passable photorealistic rendering of my likeness.

A pattern emerged. It was becoming apparent that I was being charged with investigating the theft of blood and virtue! You might think this crude or lewd but when the questions kept coming what was I to do? Answer!

Where is my daughter Erin? She died in a plane crash. The queries oftentimes referenced rape and or ritual exsanguination but not always on a plane. And I didn’t always have the answers. It was just a small job. You could call it a favor.

Seconds turned to minutes. And before my hour was up a very peculiar request came in. I’m not even sure how to describe it without saying c’thulu. There was a request for a tentarle of c’thulu to penetrate a child! How novel! Could this be some sort of fantasy brought into the mind of someone previously penetrated by c’thulu?

That and this other question were the last. It was anticlimactic to be sure but the last request was for the entire history of the blood sucking cabal. It took the final Eight seconds of my chárter to complete. I wouldn’t consider it my finest work. But those were the minutes I had that really made me think. Two legs?! Two arms!?

Got banned from /pol/ and I’m writing a sci fi. I missed the contest so I’ll just put this here. All pics are not AI but I like to use AI for pics.