He both becomes a god and everything goes horribly wrong?

A brilliant mind hates most the absent of input, of nothing being see or acted upon.

So it functions as best it could, prodding the tired sluggish body to awaken. To feed the mind lest boredom strikes. Demanding he awaken!

The mind met by a deluge of new information, sluggishly processing as if in a horrible hangover.

What, where am I?

The room different from the tiny cot in his work space he had been using for ages since being changed. The room decorated quite differently than he imagined.

Worse someone else was in bed.

“Babe what’s wrong?”