A Scientist

After dabbling in a few careers such as business, law, acting and sports and getting bored by all of them due to how easy they are for you, you decided to become a scientist with a singular goal; to discover exactly why you are so much better at everything than everyone else is. After getting PhDs in every major discipline of science over the course of a single week, you began your research.

Unlike every other task you have attempted to perform,, you find your research remains incomplete. Not because you're not making any progress. Indeed, you make thousands of individual breakthroughs related to your perfection every day, but rather that so many things contribute to your perfection that even though you have made over a billion individual breakthroughs in the last month, it feels like you're barely scratching the surface of the true extent of your absolute perfection.

Some of the highlights of these breakthroughs include a new chromosome that you dub the "omega chromosome" that makes it trivial to gain muscle mass, a special type of brain cell that lets you read the thoughts of people around you, a special compound in your semen that makes every single one of your quintillions of sperm immortal and a special type of molecule that allows you to alter the physical structure of objects at will with a special part of your brain that normal humans lack.

Every time you make a breakthrough, you get hard, which catches the immediate attention of your fifteen female assistants that look more like a porn stars cosplaying scientists than actual academics as they reveal in ecstasy as they take your massive cock in their pussies. Watching on to these scenes are five leading experts you hired to verify that all of your research is valid to the major science publications. They have been unable to contradict any of your billion breakthroughs so far, and knowing so many unsettling facts about the nature of your existence makes them unable to speak up as they observe your unprofessional but extremely arousing behaviour while on the job.

One morning, one of the experts whispered to your ear "you should just end your research and conclude that you are God." You were about to laugh his suggestion off, but then you realized that you haven't found any evidence to the contrary during your research, making you want to explore the possibility further.