Jason Flix

A/N: I adjust the group, it is not all women but everyone is ruled by the ruler

Jason Flix, 22, overweight and slovenly, lived in a huge apartment complex, is unemployed, was ignored and looked down upon by his neighbors. He himself quite liked living in the complex, after all there were a few pretty women, so he spent a lot of time looking out the window and masturbating. And since it was a warm area where he lived, the women were also often lightly dressed.

One day, he woke up all sweaty and could only remember bits and pieces of his dream, if it was a dream. It felt so damn real, and Jason wasn't sure what to make of it. He only remembers a bright light trying to explain to him that he, is the ruler of the world as soon as he wakes up. Everyone will accept that he is the ruler of the world. However, everyone will react according to his behavior. Then this light told him something else about how there will be a separate authority for him, whose security personnel will carry out all his orders and will also carry out all his orders, no matter how they feel about it.

He rolled over again and slept on for a while. When he finally got up, he went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. But since he was out of coffee, he had to go shopping. He had suppressed his dream until then. He was just coming back from shopping when he found a package in front of his apartment. Furthermore, he was surprised because he hadn't ordered anything at all, but it was addressed to him, and he pushed it into the apartment with his foot as soon as he opened it. Jason put away his groceries and then picked up his package to open it in the living room.

Jason opened the package and saw an ID card, some kind of pager, and a letter lying inside.

"Dear Mr. Flix,

enclosed, you will find your new ID card, which identifies you as the ruler of the world. Likewise, you will receive your own authority to take care of all your concerns.

You can use the enclosed pager to call your intervention (red button) or your liaison (green button) to you.

We recommend that you contact the liaison first.

We wish you a pleasant day.

"

The letter was signed by a great many people, some of whom he knew from politics. A search on the Internet revealed that everyone who had signed was the political head of his country.

He screwed up his face doubtfully and shook his head. He took the ID card and looked at it more closely. The ID card was hardly different from his ID card, except for the fact that it had the word ruler written all over it.

Next, he grabbed the pager. Actually, it was just a black box with 2 buttons. One red and one green.

He read through it one more time and wasn't sure what to make of it. It was someone trying to pull his leg, but he didn't know who it was. He didn't trust anyone in his circle of acquaintances to do such a thing. He looked again at the pager on the table.

According to the letter, he was now supposed to be the ruler of the world, but he didn't know what that meant and if so, why him. He had no idea, so he took the pager and pressed the green button. Nothing happened for now. And Jason was already wondering how stupid he was.

"Ruler of the world, what's that supposed to mean." He muttered, laughing to himself, and went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

Then the doorbell rang, and he wondered who it could be. So, he went to the door and opened it.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Flix, my name is Monika Smith and this is John Smith. We are with your new agency and are part of the liaison." Said a rather tall red-haired woman, pointing to the man next to her, "may we come in?"

Jason stopped for a moment, puzzled, in the doorway, looking at the two in surprise.

"Alright, who do I have to thank for this gag?" Jason asked the two incredulously.

"I don't know what you mean. But we can explain it to you right here on the doorstep. You are the ruler of the world, and we belong to the authority that takes care of all your business. Our main task is to take care of your wishes. The Authority also has its own finance department and a security department staffed with the best of the best..." began Ms. Smith to explain.

"Yeah yeah, that's what this letter claimed too, and the ID looks pretty darn real too, but it can all be manufactured, so who came up with this hoax, am I on 'hidden camera' or something?" Jason interrupted the woman.

"No, you're not on hidden camera, we're completely serious!"

Jason shook his head and looked at the two thoughtfully, but the woman kept talking.

"As I said, you are the ruler of the world. I don't know how it came to this, either, but I have been instructed to support you in any way I can. So has my colleague here, and so has everyone else in the agency."

"Wait a minute, so you two are trying to tell me that I am now the ruler of the world, and you work for an agency that does everything for me? You know what? I believe you...., not. Let's assume that what you're telling me is true, then it shouldn't be a problem if you transfer a large sum of money to my account and bring me, let's say, 20 thousand in cash, and then I'd like a burger and fries. If they can do all that in 15 minutes, maybe I'll believe them." Answered Jason and threw the door in their face.

"We'll be right back, but the money in their account will be there in a minute." Said the woman through the closed door.

Jason shook his head again, went into the living room and started watching TV.

"Ruler of the world, don't make me laugh, as if!" He muttered, but then he remembered his dream again.

"Breaking news. Today it was announced that there is a new ruler of the world, whose identity will be kept secret for now until he decides to make his person audience ..." Sounded from the television.

Jason flipped through all the channels and realized that the same message was coming everywhere. He took his smartphone and looked at the news there. But there was the same message over all of them, too.

He wondered if it could really be that the dream he had had wasn't one at all. He also wondered if someone was messing with him and if so, who could make something like that happen. This was too much, no one would go to this trouble, and certainly not for him. Next, he looked at his bank balance and noticed that he had a large sum in the account.

"Can it really be?" He muttered again.

He remained sitting in front of the TV, wondering what it was all about and what it meant to him to be the ruler now.

Furthermore, he started searching the Internet for results on what it meant exactly.