All hail Universa, Mother of All! Your humble creation beseeches you to —
Humble, oh yes, I know all about your humility mate, species with over ten billion sentient members and even then you stand out as more than a statistical blip. You and your beseeching. If you're not attending to some basic bodily function, you're beseeching me about something.
And I didn't create you, not directly. I just started the Big Bang. And whenever I dip into this fragment of space-time to check out the results, there you are, beseeching. Makes me wish I'd considered different parameters.
I am soooo glad you lot can't actually hear me, no matter what the nutter on the corner claims.
Holy Mother, I'd give anything for my dear children to be alive again…
Yes, and so would that runner-grain whose seeds you ate this morning. Wouldn't like it very much if I granted its prayer, hmmm?
Look, it’s awful to experience, I get it, it's just… when it comes right down to it, you're just a set of chemical reactions, you know? A clump of carbon-based matter. When your children got run off that cliff, gravity did what gravity does. It's the whole every action has an equal and opposite reaction thing, you know?
Shit. No, you wouldn't know. Wrong century. Oh, and wrong planet. Sorry. Some of that lot had started calling me “Holy Father” by the time they figured it out.
One really rotten thing about being omniscient is that it's so easy to get confused about the little details.
Thank You so much for this beautiful day.
Glad you like it, but you do realise it's just part of a weather system, right? And that prevailing wind you're so cheerful about because it’s making your feathers ripple, you do know it’s causing a gale on the other side of the ocean? So while you’re enjoying the sun, the next continent over is in full-on disaster mode. I’m sure it will be on your news transmissions soon if you bother to check them.
But hey, enjoy.
Because God is with us! God will help us destroy the heathens! A new kingdom of God will rise up from the ashes and —
Got some bad news for you. I'm with everybody, and everything, because it was my Big Bang that set off the lot. Every single molecule in this universe.
And, you know, not that I'm not proud of all of it, I really like that speed of light as a constant thing, but as to who's running what on your little planet... I just can't be bothered. You can all blow yourself to bits and the laws of thermodynamics still hold, matter can neither be created nor destroyed, and so on and so forth.
Because you are going to blow yourself to bits. I'm not confined to time like you lot are, so — spoilers! — I know how it ends.
Er, ended. Ended. Just there. Right, what else is going on in this corner of space-time?
Oh Creatrix, if we could have but one miracle, let it be now as we —
I ought to know better, because I know everything there is to know, but this whole “miracle” business… you know, planning everything out before the Big Bang was hard work. It took me I don’t know how long, mostly because there wasn’t any space-time yet, but seriously…
It’s just I created a rational universe. There’s a lot of chaos in it, sure, but it’s rational. I could have made it irrational, but then I thought, hey, why worry about all the maintenance? Design it right up-front and let it spin on its merry way.
But instead you give me this miracle business. Learn a few things about space-time: that thing you want changed has already happened. I am not messing up my laws of physics to make you happy for a few moments.
Sometimes I think I should just wad it all up and start again. Then I think what a mess that would make my lab report.
Holy Mother, we beseech you, we pray that —
LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU, CAN’T HEAR YOU, LA LA LA…
I’m taking a step back now. Just so. I’m taking a step right back, totally outside of space-time. I can’t hear you outside of space-time. It’s quieter from a distance.
Better from a distance.