The spy raced through the base, security guards hot on her heels. Looking back, she realized that she would never make it to the pick-up point in time. There was only one thing to do to keep the formula in her country's hands.
Taking the vial containing the precious liquid out of her pocket, she carefully unscrewed it. Thankfully it was not very full, but she knew it contained all of the formula that had been made. Slowing a bit, hoping she had the few seconds she needed, she drank.
Time seemed to slow in her perception. The security guards seemed to get farther away, and she felt a sensation like nothing she had ever felt flood through her.
She turned around as her perception returned to normal. The security guards caught up with her, tackled her--shattering the now-empty vial--and with a thought she burned them to ash.
It works, she thought. It really works. I'm omnipotent now. And I can see that all this warring, espionage, nation against nation, it's all irrelevant. I am all that matters.
With a gesture she erased the base from reality, and then the company that had funded the work, and the scientists who had done it. Everyone who knew anything about the formula never existed--except her, of course--which could have created a paradox except that she was now above such petty things. In fact, she altered reality--the formula, now fully metabolized into her divine body, could not exist in this universe. It could never have existed. She was unchallenged, unchallengeable. The universe was her plaything.
Walking away from the undeveloped land on which she stood, the spy-turned-Goddess wondered what she should do.
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