Tired of waiting around in the Orange Haze for his societies to improve in traditional ways and for his worlds to evolve sufficiently toward the ultimate Teamani Overlord goal of Infinite Balance, Xavier lobbied hard for a privilege rarely ever granted to a Teaman of his young age. Then finally, after about 8.8 million centuries of negotiating and pleading, Xavier was granted his most deeply desired wish - to be able to create his own new world, in his own way, within his own etherspace. Xavier was simply on the brink of creating the best world ever.

Xavier immediately ran to tell the good news to his 3 best friends; Duverscent, Klinefetter, and Zachariah.

"Wow that's swell!" exclaimed Klinefetter.
"You're the luckiest Teaman in the haze!" shouted Zachariah.
"Can I help!?" asked Duverscent excitedly.

Knowing it was a slight violation of the Moral Law to disclose world design details to any contemporary without expressed permission from the Minister of Architecture but unable to control his enthusiasm nonetheless, Xavier unrolled the large scroll on which he'd been inscribing his creational ideas for nearly a billion years. His three friends watched and listened in awe as he laid out his bold vision on how he would construct this new world, which he referred to as simply "The Spatial Entity".

Ever the idealist with a creative streak longer than a gigasnake, Xavier laid out his vision of what seemed to be a totally unique and unprecedented system of obliquely shaped objects, rare imported vegetation co-mingled with indigenous biological carpets, and 4 Trillion different domestic and imported species including 5 different intelligent terrestrial beings from vast corners of the prime galaxy. These mortals, as Xavier called them, included the most rare and most coveted of all known intelligent terrestrial beings, the Personae Humane ("human person"), about which he adamantly asserted that he would reveal no fine details. His three Teamani companions sat totally silent and in shock as he announced this detail of his world. Simultaneously each thought to himself; "How in the did he ever get his hands on a human!?". Their awe and envy soon began to progress towards jealousy.

Xavier continued and explained how his world would be physically constructed differently than any other they had ever visited or ruled over before, complete with a rigid outer crust laying beneath powerful atmospheric gusts and above a vast "hollow" center domain adorned with universal material treasure. This domain, which he referred to as Xyzer, would be for the pleasure and amusement of the overlords of this Spatial Entity, the 6 celestial Deamans that Xavier would groom specially for this unique assignment. If any of the afore-mentioned details seemed exaggerated or exotic, this last detail appeared to be downright crazy. Suddenly the three companions' box of jealousy had ruptured into a jocular ridicule of the fantasy teller. No other Teaman had ever heard of a terrestrial world permanently presided over by celestial Deamans! It was simply not within the realm of possibility.

"Deamans!" cried Klinefetter. "Your world will have resident Deamans!?"
"Which Deamans could you possibly get?" queried Duverscent.
While Zachariah added; "Deamans will never agree to reside in one little old puny world, I don't care how special you claim it will be. It simply will not happen! Not in a million years!"
"Yes, but maybe in a billion years," retorted Xavier as he tried hard to conceal his smile while watching the astonished looks on his friends' faces. This is just what he wanted - to create a buzz within the community and especially among his envious friends. He was sure that this would be an accomplishment that would forever link his name with greatness and ingenuity, or at the very least make him an urban legend here.

On the next day, Xavier was summoned to the World Ministry on Wise World Development and World Deployment, Worldwide Headquarters (commonly known as the WMWWDWDWWHQ) to begin his 6 month training course on proper and safe world domination and overlord ruling. This would be the beginning of several approval steps necessary before construction on the new world would be allowed to begin. Throughout this time period, the stubborn young supernatural entertained many confrontations with his instructors, especially on the subjects of his world shape and the inclusion of Deamans within the system itself.

Professor Hat of the WMWWDWDWWHQ asked Xavier to explain, in 8 trillion words or less, how his original rigid crust design would survive spatial anomalies such as an asteroid belt shift or an intra-galactic supernova. Xavier responded with data from 74,567,824,175,904,453,039,234,094,179 of the most recent supernovae that showed that core-driven worlds were, in fact, no safer when the supernova was intra- rather than inter-galactic and also demonstrated several hundred examples using trigonometric formulae that showed that the rigid surface was more likely to deflect asteroids completely rather than absorb them, resulting in the all-too-often crater/sonic boom/dust cloud/darkness/mass extinction scenario that is common with most heated core worlds. After some deliberation, Xavier had succeeded in convincing Hat to endorse his creation.

At the Center for Competent World Design, Administrator Marshen challenged Xaviers' design of having only one gateway to the Deamans' domain, beneath a divine dwelling island, which Xavier called Aolos. Xavier initially insisted that this was sufficient but later relented and agreed to a second auxiliary portal through a place called Xyzerleuin, less than 10% away, arguing that if it should ever come to emergency Deaman containment, being able to "plug two holes" in a relatively short surface span would probably avoid any political or ethnocentric-based hostility of the otherwise "polar" option. Marshen was so taken by this token thoughtfulness that he didn't even think that Xavier had just provided an argument against domestic Deamans. Marshen endorsed the plan.

Xavier's greatest challenge, however, came from the Council on World Serenity, headed by Jakko Kowawlski. The council insisted that Xavier resubmit his estimate of reaching infinite balance in less than 4 million years. Xavier stubbornly and steadfastly refused to budge on this estimate. He wrote volumes on the harmony of multi-intelligencia in a system and how Deamans have been commonly mismanaged in their traditional roles as galaxy spinners and star diggers. He argued eloquently on how Deamans are predictable to a degree of exactitude that can never be projected with normal terrestrial intelligence and that by carefully selecting the exact Deamans to reside in and preside over this new world, he can predict balance readings for trillions and trillions of years. On this the council was finally moved and the final obstacle to Xavier's world construction was removed.

Arriving back home on his slider, Xavier was astonished at the thousands who were waiting to greet him. He had wanted word to get around, but this was unprecedented! After several moments of trying to regain his composure, the young designer made his first ever, public speech to this large crowd of contemporaries:

I want to thank each and every one of you for this overwhelming reception. (applause) Innovation is what will keep this universe strong and today, the joint councils and ministries have agreed with an innovative plan of a new system. (loud applause) So it is from this location on this day that the Greater Holy is expanded in an exciting and pioneering new direction. Thank you all!

More applause followed, mixed with a few shouted questions - one louder than the rest - Mr. Xavier. Mr. Xavier. Is it true that you actually plan to use Deamons as overlords of this new enterprise? Xavier was initially taken aback and shocked that word had leaked to this stranger with a funny hat. After a few seconds, however, Xavier responded decisively to halt the fueling the speculative fire:

Of course, you realize that it is a violation of divine law to disclose design details prematurely. But I will say this to you today - you will not be disappointed.

Xavier added emphasis by giving crowd the 'ole double-index point during that last sentence. The crowd responded by again erupting into loud applause as the previously confident inquisitor shrunk into an embarrassed posture. Xavier looked around and soon spotted his 3 friends with almost-identical amused smirks on their faces.

He had planned on spending the evening with them, drinking smackers and discussing his exciting new ideas, after all there was so much he had already put into this design but had kept it bottled up inside for millions of years. But now he was a bit hesitant to do so, being that word seemed to get around so fast about a vital element of this plan. He trusted his friends but had simply worked too hard to take any further chances with unwise disclosure. Also, Xavier was wise enough to know that envy was, by tradition, one of the biggest weaknesses of the Teamani and even his could friends may not be above petty jealousy at his new advancement beyond their level. Unbeknownst to Xavier was that the leak had actually occurred from deep within the WMWWDWDWWHQ, where a top official that had cast a vote of descent against the plan decided to affirmatively try other means to sabotage the plan.

As he approached the smirking trio, he tried to think of good excuses to bail on the planned smacker binge. They would have none of it. They already knew that Xavier was booked to leave tomorrow on a routine galaxy quest, to narrow done the set of all possible locations for the system. Before he could protest, Xavier was hoisted up on the shoulders between Klinefetter and Zachariah and carried out of the court as the remainder of the fast-disbursing crowd gave one more cheer to the hero of the day.

Later at the canteen, before his first 17 smackers could even be downed, the inquiry began; "We've all been friends a long time and we've scammed a lot of Deamans" Duverscent started "Who could you possibly get to agree to those terms?"

By this time, Xavier had already figured out how to avoid disclosing details all night - he would simply outlast their smacking, which he knew he could. This was difficult at first, however, because these guys - especially Klinefetter and Zachariah - were not taking no for an answer early on, before the full intoxication. Nor were they letting him get away with political-like, non-answer answers. But as time went on, his strategy persevered as the pair's curiosity wavered in a creeping smacker malaise.

Duverscent, on the other hand, had long since abandoned his quest for details, opting instead to bring up memories about their wild old days growing up. This was a refreshing break for Xavier, who really didn't want to spend the whole night of leisure in containment mode. So more and more, as the conversation turned toward reminiscence, Xavier began to finally relax and enjoy his significant intoxication. Soon Klinefetter and Zachariah were out cold, faces flat on the bar, with Duverscent just barely holding on but fading fast. Xavier then thought to himself that this one was probably the wisest of his three friends, or at least the most mature in the way he put his curiosity in check for most of the night. Then, with a final gasp of inquiry, Duverscent asked again, verbatim, his opening question of the night; "We've been friends a long time and scammed together a lot of Deamans. Who could you possibly get to agree to those terms?" Duverscent then fell face first onto the bar, and Xavier's mission had been accomplished. He had not broken the disclosure rule, yet still managed to have a pretty good time tonight.

As he started to leave, he decided to have just one more round for the old times. He knew everything was about to change and with his new success, there would be fewer opportunities for nights like this to come about. Xavier sat back down, among his passed out friends and lifted his smacker glass and poured down one last one. The he turned toward Duverscent and softly spoke of one more "good ole' time":

You don't happen to remember the Tres Idiom or the "3 Idiots" like we liked to call them. They were probably the biggest trouble-making Deamans ever because they were obsessed with spiders, and any planet they dwelled on they would eventually get expelled because they'd have these spider colonies of 6 or 7 trillion - giant one too! My God! Remember how we used to follow them around when we were bored, from planet to planet, busting their balls, stealing their spider eggs. Damn, they were good times! You know, I've heard they're now living pretty stable and constructive lives on the Cygernaut system in Cygnus Wave…

With that, Xavier called out the captain to please clean up and board his 3 friends and made for the door.

Little did he know that things would never be the same again.