Korben Dallas never thought he’d miss driving a cab, but saving the universe turned out to be the easy part. A kiss, some fireworks, and suddenly you’re retired with a goddess who can hear galaxies whispering in her sleep.

Then one night, every screen in New York flickered black and lit up with the same message in a language no human should know:

We are already here.

Leeloo collapsed in the kitchen, glowing like a dying star. Ruby Rhod’s face was plastered on billboards, selling tickets to a gala hosted by Zorg’s old corporation. And Father Cornelius found the missing stanza in his prophecy, the one nobody wanted to read.

Turns out evil doesn’t always come as a giant flaming death-ball. Sometimes it shows up as a smiling CEO with perfect teeth.

And once again, the universe has Korben Dallas on speed dial.

Kreeblor leaned forward, all six eyes twitching. The ancient console blinked. A signal. After eons of silence, Earth was finally calling back.

Static.

Then a voice:

“Congratulations! You’ve been pre-approved for a high-interest intergalactic credit line!”

The room froze.

Kreeblor sighed. “They invented spam before diplomacy.”

And just like that, Earth got blocked.

What if compliance became culture?
In this chilling dystopian short story, free will isn’t taken—it’s surrendered. Subtle horror meets dry satire in a world where food is regulated, rebellion is quiet, and no one remembers when they last felt full.

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Eddie Shan wasn’t supposed to die. Especially not by slipping on a slug while carrying nachos. But thanks to a cosmic clerical error, Eddie ends up dead, then alive, then hunted by interdimensional death auditors in trench coats made of static. Now, with a glowing slug roommate, a cursed toaster, and time itself unraveling, Eddie must fake his own death (again) to save what’s left of reality. The Wrongful Death of Eddie Shan is a twisted blend of horror, sci-fi, and absurdity where nachos never go stale, mirrors lie, and the universe has a very dark sense of humor.