Yet another quiet afternoon looking out at my adopted home, this planet that I've called "home" in so many different realities. In some I was evil. In others I was good. Still in others I didn't exist, or I did in another form.

It's funny that I call this planet Earth home, when there's an entire multiverse of planets out there, including my own original home planet. Yet I always seem to come back to this Earth, and it always seems the same things happen. Good beings, bad beings, war.

Sometimes I interfere in the planets political, social, and scientific circles, invoking changes which results in both good, and bad outcomes. Sometimes I don't interfere, and as a result there are also good, and bad outcomes.

With all my powers and abilities you would think I would just create my own planet and live there, right? Been there, done that. It was a nice planet, even had its own biosphere. The natives worshipped me as a god, a title I was not thrilled with. I suppose to some beings I would be a god. Especially when your interstellar friends consist of the likes of Order, Chaos, and the Living Tribunal.

Have I gone too far? Genetically cloning and modifying myself to achieve the powers and abilities I have? It's funny really. This all started because Apocalypse killed my beloved BayLa. I wanted to become stronger to defeat him. Cloning myself, and experimental with DNA manipulation resulting in the being I am today.

Now that I have this power, this immortality, what do I do with it?Nothing. I was originally a little "drunk with power", and was given a set of rules to help govern my powers and their use. Order and Chaos don't look favorable upon someone creating and destroying planets, suns, and galaxies at will. Life lesson learned.

So the question remains? Why this world? Why here? Why when I can go anywhere, do anything, do I constantly find myself here? That's an easy answer. One lone mutant.

I suppose this is enough "soul searching" for one day?
I can see the Earth way off in the distance through the plasma flares ejecting from their stars surface. Bathing withing a star has always relaxed me when I become pure plasma energy, or fire, or whatever kind of energy based being.

I concentrate on where I want to go, and in an instant I teleport to my island home. Quiet, peaceful, a nice place to do scientific research. Question is, what kind of research shall I delve into? I've already done cloning, DNA manipulation, dimensional portals, robotics. What to do now?

The life of an immortal can be very boring, and very lonely.