Let's start fixing this place up

"Abbie, I can do anything. I know it," you say in a hoarse whisper. You don't feel comfortable talking about this with your dick hanging out, so with a passing thought, you are both dressed in clothes that fit perfectly and enhance your best physical attributes. For Abbie that's a lot more impressive, especially with her newly enhanced breasts. Another thought and Abbie's bed is neatly made and the ropes are coiled and put away neatly in her closet.

"Anything?" she asks, her voice hushed, taking in the enormity of the situation. "You're sure?"

You look out the window and change the color of the sky to pale green. You like blue better, so you change it back. You concentrate for just a second, all the streets in your neighborhood now have sidewalks and protected bike paths. Increasing the community's walk and bike scores immediately.

Abbie gasps as she watches the changes outside.

"Yeah, I'm pretty fuckin' sure," you say. "I'm going to do a couple of things." You grin wide.

"No nukes," you say. Every nuclear weapon on Earth becomes inert and harmless. After a second thought, you take out any weapon of mass destruction.

"Fuck cancer!" Cancer and all diseases are eradicated.

"Are you really...?" Abbie asks, wide-eyed.

"Damn straight," you say. "Guns are gone now." Every firearm and large gun on the planet disappears. You pause, reconsider, and museum pieces come back but can never be fired.

"No one goes hungry." You state. Every person on Earth now has a bag that no one can take from them and cannot be lost, which provides nutritious, tasty meals three times a day.

"Dave, you're making a paradise, aren't you? That's so amazing," Abbie gushes, looking at you in wonder.

"Oh, and no more global warming."

"Electricity is free and unending. Anywhere you put a plug, you get it. And it can't harm people anymore," you add, not wanting anyone to electrocute themselves or someone else with your gift.

"That's a pretty good start, don't you think?" you say to Abbie, smiling.

She nods. "I know! Stop **** and ****. Make it so one can kill another person, and if there isn't consent, even if it's unspoken, sexual contact just can't happen."

You nod and make it so. Then you have a dark impulse. You make an exception for yourself. You don't mention that to your sister.

You hear yelling and sirens outside. People are running out of their houses into the street. Some are looking up to the sky, trying to see if they were crazy or if it just turned green for a moment, but it's blue now. Some are pulling sandwiches from their bags and examining them, seeing that others have similar bags over their shoulders, comparing them and what they can pull out of them, and asking where the hell they came from. One person has a radio, and there's a news bulletin playing that you can't quite make out.

Abbie runs to your mother's room and turns on her radio. The news anchor is obviously trying to keep a calm measured tone as he tells of reports of strange phenomena coming in from across the country and the world. The White House hasn't made an announcement yet, but they are reporting the president, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the National Security Council are gathering in the situation room.

You snicker at that. Without guns and nukes, they are certainly freaking out, but can't do much about it.

"Oh Damn! I should probably explain things so people don't panic too much."

A face appears in the sky. You make it look like you, but older and bearded, a face that people might accept as a powerful entity, not a teen with a slight break-out problem. "People of Earth. Do not fear." You say from everywhere in the sky, simultaneously. As you speak, you send out a wave of calm and acceptance so no one has a heart attack or drives off a bridge. "Everything is as it should be. The world is being upgraded." You make your voice deep and resonant, and everyone hears you in their native language. "Everything will be good from now on. Promise. You will be updated as the work progresses."

When you're done with the announcement, you clear up your skin.

Abbie turns back from the window, where she was watching your giant face, and looks at you astounded. "Fuck, Stretch. Are you god now?"

"I think, kinda. Or close enough," you answer.