To chore or not to chore.

Placing your phone back in your pocket, you shoo away a stray gnat. Not much of a day ahead of you, if you could even call it that.

Watch TV, try out that new multiplayer beta. Maybe hang out with some of the guys. Summer is as fulfilling as what you had to do in it, as usual... better find something to do, before boredom strikes.

"John," slithers the call of your lovely step-mother's voice from behind you, "can you take the trash out?"

You stop, one foot backpedaling.

You are unlimited. Un-constrained. Surely, there is still right, and wrong. Responsible and irresponsible. No matter what world, people should abide by that.

The difference is, you are no longer a person, living according to the rules of said world. People did not have absolute dominion over their fate. Gods do.

But maybe all-sovereign beings took out the trash, too... who knows.