You Clarke Chambers, are a Bastion of the future

Primus nodded and indeed carried on. "For eons, the Spirits of the Universe tended to the cosmos, their primal instincts guiding their actions. Yet, their methods were as complex and unrefined as the universe itself. They lacked the simplicity and ordinariness found in living beings.

When the universe felt empty, Genesis brought forth matter and energy, filling the void.

But as the cosmos grew compacted, Xim introduced separation, and with Genesis, created space. The universe teemed with life, but the Aeons soon realized that their combined efforts had made it too full.

To alleviate this, Genesis conceived continuous expansion, lightening the universe's load. Finire countered with the concept of endings, preventing the universe from becoming forever boundless."

In that moment I couldn't help feeling like the universe, an empty freeloader.

This was a resonating tale that was getting even more fascinating.

"Tryggr brought order, assigning each entity its place, while Treta introduced randomness, creating uniqueness and diversity.

Lihtine illuminated the universe with knowledge and light, allowing it to understand its abundance. Kimmerien balanced this with darkness, providing a medium for the universe to ignore its fullness.

Ativ infused vitality and life, enabling the universe to shoulder its burden. Zid introduced mercy, ensuring life wouldn't bear the weight alone, and collaborated with Treta and Finire to bring destruction, maintaining balance. Noyanu compressed the universe's load, making it more manageable.

Xim enhanced the Aeons' effects, granting continuity to their actions and the universe's freedom, forever lightening its burden."

"Wow, that's so poetic," I said, finding myself hooked. At least he was providing me with free entertainment content. I was invested in hearing this story to the end. "So you said you are a Bastion of Genesis? What does that mean exactly?"

"It means your future, Clarke Chambers," the alien said.

I tapped my chest, quirking a brow at him. "Me? How does this concern me?" I asked in bewilderment.

The alien seemed to gather himself and when he spoke it was with a tone of certainty.

"You, Clarke Chambers, are a Bastion of the future."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Such a fancy title for a nobody like me," I said in amusement. "What even is a Bastion?"

Primus seemed to have been expecting that question for he was quick to answer. Or maybe it had been fielded so much that it was now on auto. "The Aeons were too complex to see to the detailed needs of the universe which need nuanced touch, for that reason Ativ and Genesis gave life sentience and together all the Aeons gave the first sentient being enlightenment so he could see from the beginning of the universe to his birth. It was enlightenment to understand his purpose for existing.

With that enlightenment he understood and was blessed by one of the Aeons. He became the first Bastion, a caretaker of the universe, and has worked since then to provide Bastions for the other Aeons, founding an order of protectors and agents spanning the entire universe."

There was something I was missing about that last part. I went over it again in my head. Primus hadn't talked about this first Bastion like he was dead.

Shouldn't someone who was the first actual sentient being be long since dead by now? Then again it might be the powers that were given to this first Bastion that made them so long-lived.

Wait a moment, I thought. First Bastion...wasn't that what Primus meant? First?

"You're the First Bastion, aren't you?" I asked the green alien and received a nod from him. "And you believe I'm your what? Some kind of successor?"

He nodded again and shook my head. If I was already seeing him and this was madness then I was already trapped in it, there was no reason not to plunge deeper into it so I shrugged.

"Do whatever you want, dude. This is insane. I hope it at least makes things interesting enough for me."

"That's it?"

The alien sounded surprised which made me smile. How many humans could claim to have shocked an alien? In fact, how many humans could claim to have seen an alien?

I wondered if I had broken a Guinness World Record with this. Then that would be several records: first to shock and alien, possibly first to see an alien, first to speak to an alien, first to smile at an alien, first to be woken up by an alien, first to see an alien with one eye, first to see a green alien, first to see a bipedal alien, first to hold a conversation with an alien, first to be visited by an alien, first to be told a sort of grecian bedtime story by an alien, first to see a naked alien, first to see a naked alien without a ding dong.

There were so many possibilities as to the amount of records I'd just broken or even started by just being in the presence of Primus, I thought in amusement.

Though that last one could also earn me several medical accolades and therapy sessions. I shuddered again as I looked below Primus' waistline.

It would have done us both a lot of good if the alleged Bastion had taken to Earth's fashion culture as he clearly had to its language.

I sighed when I realized I still had to respond to him. I looked him in the eye and shrugged as I've found myself doing several times now since I met him. "If what you say is true then you are powerful beyond imagining so there's no way I can stop you from saddling me with this burden. Why bother, especially when this might not be real?"

Regardless of my conviction that this was real, I mean it looked so real, I still felt that there was a possibility that it was not. There was a possibility to the validity of the deniability of everything, that was something I'd learned from a friend who studied philosophy and was an avid Pyrrhonist.

Primus seemed contemplative at my word. "You, indeed, cannot," he said in thoughtfulness and then he was gone.

I stopped myself from blinking before I could. He didn't teleport, move so fast I saw nothing, or fade away from my senses. He just was and then wasn't. Like he was suddenly deleted from not just reality but existence altogether.

I exhaled as deep as I could and shut my eyes. It was finally over. I'd gone mad.