Downplay it for now, and file it away for use later

“Relax Abbie,” you tell your sister. “I’m sure you’ll find out that a huge number of perfectly respectable people have taboo fantasies, that they would never act on. You don’t need to make a big deal out of Mom’s.”

You turn to your mother and tell her, “That said, Mom, you should start getting used to the idea that taboos don’t apply to me anymore. You can’t really lecture me about what I choose to do. Or ground me.” You chuckle. Abbie wriggles closer against your chest with her arms tight around you.

“My dreams were private fantasies that didn’t hurt anyone. What you two are up to is real, and it’s wrong,” Stella says. “It’s my job to worry about you and keep you out of trouble.”

“That used to be your job. I’m beyond worry and trouble now,” you say. “You did a good job raising me, and now you have a new job, helping all the mortal humans in the world whose problems aren’t getting solved by the changes I’m making.”

Your mom sighs. “That’s what I was coming to talk to you about, before all this.” She gestures toward you and Abbie. “All the changes you’ve been making. I know you’re trying to improve things, and it will probably be good in the long run. But it’s so much, so fast. People don’t know what’s happening. They don’t know what to expect next. They’re scared.”

“I could just take away their fear, and give them faith that I’m doing what’s best,” you tell her. “I’d rather not, though. I prefer letting humanity have their free will. I can try making another global announcement, to give everyone more details about my plans.”

“Do you have plans to do more?” your mother asks, sounding worried.

“OK, maybe not explain plans, exactly. I’ll just let everyone know my general, you know, ideas to make things better,” you say.

“Do you think that a giant face floating in the sky telling people something vague about good intentions will calm people?” your mom challenges you.

“No, probably not,” you admit. “I want to do something to let people know things will be all right though. What if I held a press conference? I’ll let reporters ask the questions everyone is thinking.”

With a thought, an announcement of the press conference to start in one hour appears on the computers and phones of every journalist in the world. You’ll let them get the word out to everyone else. You create a tall tower on the top of the golden ziggurat and teleport yourself, Abbie, and your mom to the top of it. Looking down, you can see crowds around the base of the ziggurat and stretching out into Central Park, 3,000 feet below.

“What are we doing here?” your mother asks. She looks around and sees there are no elevators and no stairs. “How is anyone supposed to get up here?”

“We can teleport, and bring people we want here,” you tell her. “No one should be coming here unless we do. It’s not like I have to worry about building codes. Hey, that reminds me, I should make all buildings and vehicles impervious to fire.”

You create a big couch and TV. Then you settle down to watch the coverage. You see your press conference being promoted on every channel. You send a message to all the press again, selecting 40 reporters from around the world who you will bring to the tower to ask questions. The conference will be simulcast and instantaneously translated on every television channel, radio station, and streaming service.

When it’s time for the press conference, you disappear the couch and TV, and create a large golden throne for yourself, with small, padded benches on either side. You blink your mother to the bench on your right and Abbie to the left. Then you teleport the selected reporters to the platform in front of you.

The reporters look stunned by being suddenly whisked from wherever they were, to standing in front of you. Some closest to the edge of the platform nudge closer in.

“Don’t worry,” you tell them. “I won’t let anyone fall.”

The small crowd stares at you and your family.

“I know you all have a lot of questions, and I’ll try to answer them all, but I’m going to make a quick statement first,” you say. “My name is Dave Harris. I’m the one who made all the recent changes to the world. I want to make the world better for everyone, and I have the power to do it. I know this is a big change, and people are nervous about how suddenly things are happening, but I didn’t want to wait to make improvements when I have the ability to do them immediately.

“My mother is Stella Harris.” You sweep your hand toward her. “I’ve made her a protecting angel or mother goddess with the power to help those who pray to her.”

“On my other side is Abbie Harris, who I’ve given the power to know people’s guilty secrets and fantasies, and either tempt them to indulge or punish them.” You grin as you gesture toward her. “She is my sister and bride.”

A murmur of shock runs through the group of reporters.

“There’s plenty of precedent for ancient gods marrying their sisters,” you say with a laugh.

One of the reporters raises his hand and asks, “Are you a god? God? You don’t look like the image that people across the world saw in the sky.”

“Well, I suppose that depends on how you define god. I didn’t create the universe, but since yesterday, I have total control of it and everything in it,” you say. “I changed my look for the announcements I made. I thought people would take it more seriously than if I appeared in my original form.”

A perky-looking blonde reporter asks, “How did you come to have this power? What do you intend to do with it?”

You glance over at Abbie and grin. “It turns out that magic is real, or rather it was. My sister and I performed a magic ritual that ended up accidentally giving me omnipotence. I’ve removed magic from the world because I don’t want anyone else playing with something so dangerously powerful.

“As for what I intend to do, mostly, is make the world a better, safer place for everyone. I’ll also be enjoying myself and exploring the possibilities of my powers.”

Another hand raised and the reporter asked, “Is the appearance of your mother and, um, sister-bride part of enjoying yourself?”

You laugh. “Yeah, pretty obviously. They weren’t born like that. Look, they say power corrupts and I’ve got absolute power. If the most corrupt thing I do is marry my sister, after ending hunger, disease, and **** for billions, I’d say that’s a big net benefit for the world.

“You all should know that I’m going to do things that might be shocking to humans, but I’m not human anymore, so the normal rules of human behavior don’t apply to me. I expect everyone else to behave themselves though. You’re all still human and have to live in society.”

The blonde reporter raised her hand again. “Does your High Priest with the harem have to live in society?”

“Mark is my best friend. He’s a good guy. I set him up here and got volunteers to serve him. No one was **** or mind-controlled. I did promise them eternal joy in the afterlife if they please him,” you answer.

Reporters yell questions.

“You can mind-control people?”

“There’s an afterlife?”

“How was the universe created?”

“What are you doing about the stock market crashes?”

You hold up your hands. “Please raise your hands and wait to be called on,” you say, making your voice boom. The reporters go silent. You continue, “I can do anything, that includes controlling or changing anyone’s mind. I don’t want to do that, though. I think people should have free will. There is an afterlife of pure eternal joy, now, for Mark’s harem. I’ll open it up to everyone, except people who are real dicks. They’ll reincarnate until they stop being dicks. Oh, also if you commit suicide, you’ll have to come back for another try. I don’t want people giving up on real life.” You consider this for a while. “You know what, anyone who qualifies for the afterlife will have the option to reincarnate, too, if they want to.”

A hand goes up, and you nod to a cute redhead reporter who asks, “Are you making this up as you go along? It sounds a lot like the end of ‘The Good Place.’”

You grin, “You got me. I’ve never been the supreme being before, I’m trying to make things better bit by bit. I’m open to any better ideas anyone comes up with.”

“About the creation of the universe, hold on, I’ll check.” You zoom back in time to the Big Bang, then return to the exact moment you left. “As far as I can tell, it looks like it was a random cosmological event. The exact details can’t be comprehended by the human mind, it’s hard to describe anything like causality before the existence of time. That’s all I can say, I only control the universe, not anything outside of it. Sorry.”

“Now, who asked about the stock markets?” you ask. A hand goes up. “Dude, you’re looking like a strong candidate for reincarnation when it’s your time. I made sure no one will ever be hungry or homeless. Billions of people can live without worry of crushing poverty. You’re worried about some fat cats having less money for a third mega-yacht or whatever.” You shake your head. “I’m not interfering with free will or free markets. Politicians and CEOs can figure out the economic details on their own.”

“That’s all the questions I’ll take for now,” you announce. “Any other questions should be submitted in writing to my High Priest or one of his harem.” You roll your eyes as a thought hits you. “Aaaand, there are going to be a lot more questions than they can handle, aren’t there?”

Your mother and sister nod their heads.

“OK, the temple will be hiring. We need people with good organizational and communication skills. Just write out your resumé and cover letter, you don’t have to send it anywhere. We’ll get in touch with you if you’re hired.”

You send all the reporters back where you grabbed them from, and end the video and audio feed to the world.

“I think that went well,” you say to your mom and sister with a wide smile.

“Dave, do you think people are going to be confident in a god who’s just winging it?” your mother asks.

“I think they’ll appreciate the transparency and like knowing that I’m a regular guy who can relate to their human experiences,” you answer.

Stella just shook her head.

You teleport Abbie into your lap. “Hey sis, any of the cute reporters have any interesting kinky desires?” you ask her.

“The blonde is a Dome, but she’s not particularly guilty about it. She believes that the guys who are willing to submit to her deserve the ****,” Abbie giggles and snuggles in, grinding her ass on your crotch. Her tail twines around your leg. “She does feel a little bad about wanting to wear a Nazi uniform when she whips a guy’s ass, but that’s about it.

Your mother makes a point of looking away from you and Abbie. “People need help,” she says, then disappears.

Abbie continues, “The redhead has some Daddy issues. She’d love to be taken care of by an older man. She’s embarrassed by that because it doesn’t line up with her feminist ideals.”

“A couple of the women who didn’t ask any questions were hot. There was a petite Chinese woman who’s deeply ashamed about being turned on by golden showers. An Indian woman with a nice rack is really into hentai tentacle monsters.”