The Dead: Book 14 (frag. 2)

Submitted by Ken Watts on Fri, 10/31/2008 - 17:32


"It is fair, because those are the rules. I made them. And what I say goes. WHICH ONE DO YOU THINK I AM?"


"Which god?"

"God with a capital "G", the God who made everything."

"They all made everything. I'm asking which one."

"No. They didn't. They all claimed to make everything. But only one actually did. I think you're that one."

The voice was silent for a long time, then chuckled.

"That was pretty good. But I'm not falling for it. Which one is that? Thor? Athena? Beelzebub?"

"Are you ever... lonely?"


"Yeah. I mean, being God and all. It's pretty solitary, I'd guess."

Another pause. When God spoke again, his voice was softer.

"Go on."

"I mean, you live forever, and however many people you make, they're still not really like you, are they?"

"Why would I need them to be?"

"So you could have someone to talk to, someone who understood."


"What it's like to be you, to be the one who makes everything, to be the only one of your kind."

"You sound like maybe you understand."

"Maybe, a little."

"But how can you? You're not like me. You're not the only one of your kind. Your kind are a dime a dozen."

"Yes. I know. But wouldn't it be nice if there was someone like that?"

"Maybe. But the problem is..."


"If there was someone just like me..."


"Who understood what it was like, being the only one of my kind..."

"Go on."

"Then I wouldn't BE the only one of my kind. So there wouldn't be anything to UNDERSTAND!"

"Yes, but..."


"It's not fair."

"What I say is fair is fair. I'm the one who gets to decide what's fair."



"No. You don't get to decide."

"Can you hear yourself?"

"You don't get to decide. I do. And all the others. You can yell and scream and pull rank all you want, but in the end we will pass judgment on you."


"That's right. You may be more powerful than us. You may be able to torture us in Hell for eternity. But that doesn't make you right. There's more of us than you. There's millions of us, and only one of you. We outvote you."

"But you don't, you know."

"What do you mean?"