Adam had been hiding inside of his own dreams, you see, hiding within his own dreams in the dream universe of Domitika.                                                                      On Earth, he looked every bit a human, although, in fact, he was not human at all. He was an Adam, a being created by Infini as an ace in the hole, for lack of a better term, in the war against the multi-dimensional God-sized Cancer that was The Fours. Adam was designed to seek out planets seething with life, then become a near replica of that planet's dominant species. He'd been hundreds of species over fifteen billions years, some with wings, others with tails, some that slithered and some that roared.  

     But... 

     Adam's being, himself, his soul, the Immortal Adam, the being that could be reduced to atoms and still not be killed, in that Adam the Azure buried a template that picked up data from its surroundings, then used that data to transform Adam's body into one that could survive and thrive on that planet. 

     For Adam, that hidden template was accessible only when he slept, and it was nothing he could control, just as no one has any real control over their own dreams. 

     For instance... 

     in his present incarnation as a human... 

     his dreams were of a human Adam that was just a regular guy, an Adam that grew from a child to become a man, then an elderly man. He loved dreaming about that Adam, that guy who wasn't immortal and who didn't carry The Only Hope For The Multiverse in his loins, but who just went to work and loved his wife and had ham sandwiches for lunch and who was just a normal person, because there had never been any part of Adam that had ever been just "normal".  

     And so, when he dreamed, he dwelled in the imagined universe of this "normal" Adam, and his favorite among them were the dreams about the times this normal Adam first made love with each of his sex partners over the decades of his life.   

     And now, in this so-extremely-odd dream universe he found himself in, this Domitika, an enemy the size of a galaxy and made of red flame bore down on him, incinerating him, and the last thing to burn were his erotic dreams. 

     Now, nothing remained. 

     Forever. 

     A dozen forevers of burning crimson.

     Until...   

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