#ethermade : 001.

[impinged]

@ethermade.

You've been picking at the plastic edge of your "knife" in mild bemusement. It hardly looks like it could spread butter successfully, let alone be used for any other purpose, benign or... otherwise. It's not even shaped like your usual one. A shame, really. You feel a tad displaced without your knife.

You try not to dwell on that. Instead, you start to wonder if you should get some butter to test, just so it has a use of some sort...

Eh, you're not really hungry right now. Nor does being "the butter guy" really appeal to you. You swap the blade between your hands, trying to find the most effective way to hold it before ultimately just making a face at it in disappointment. You can't exactly look cool with what amounts to plastic silverware.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Maybe you can't look cool, but......... you can be silly!

"Can't even ma-knife-acture a proper weapon, huh?" Oh, yeah, that one's pretty good! "Maybe they need some edge-ucating." Ha! You could do this all day.

[impinged]

You... stare. Someone made the Universe. Okay, cool. You're perfectly fine with that nugget of information. You could just... not believe them. You could! You... don't. There's just something about them that feels like. They would know that. And be right. You're okay with that. That this person... being, maybe? To trust they hold such knowledge makes person feel inaccurate. Whatever. You shake your head a bit as if it resets all your thoughts. It doesn't. Now your brain is all jumbled up.

It does not get any less jumbled up, when the reveal is made. This is just like all the greatest twist reveals in a good play. A striking piece of information, delivered so casually. The audience would gasp. Like: "GASP!!!!" or something. You gasp. A little. You catch it partway, to be polite.

"I..." You... "I like whales..?" Yeah. They would probably like that piece of information. You're not sure about your head exploding, but you do kind of have a wicked headache right now. As you usually do. When you are given so much information like this. This isn't even the first time! Maybe you're getting better at this?

You're not sure you want to "get better" at receiving such giant, earth-shattering revelations. The next time you're out of the loop, you may just, well.... explode. Ha. Out of the loop. That's funny. You're funny. You should tell Loop that joke. If your calls ever go through, maybe... It would be nice to talk to someone who gets you again.

This isn't... someone who gets you. You hesitate. To talk about yourself. You don't know a lot, to be honest.

"I'm... not very interesting." Harsh, maybe? But true, probably! "Just a traveler."

"Oh, the Universe?" Humans are so creative, aren't they? Is that what they're calling themselves now? The Universe? They find no problem with that, humans can do whatever they wish, because it's ( not ) written in the Ineffable Plan for them to do so. It notices how easily he fumbles over words, how desperately he attempts to form them together. Only a child, much like Adam was, much too young to understand. Isn't that so? "Do you know who made the Universe?"

A tinge of pride. Satan would laugh at Her for the display of such sin, but it's not like either of them cared so much about it ( it was the job of the Angels and Demons to care, and the job of the mortals to act ). Maybe a mortal would be eased by the idea that She was so willing to be so prideful in front of them. "I did. Or my one, at least. Not this one. I bet this universe doesn't even have whales. It's sad, really, looking around. Too many bells and whistles. Not enough whales."

"I should stop. If I explained too much to you, your head may explode. I'm unfortunately not equipped to prep you with such an information overload." Her hand makes a dismissive gesture. "But, anyways. I was hoping to learn more about you. I've never been met with a stranger before I came to this island."

[impinged]

Making you...? No, no, no. You are pretty sure you weren't made. Well, actually, technically you would have been. You know that you, at the very least, have parents. But you are definitely sure they would remember "making you." Not that you are particularly enthused by that notion. But you are sure they would, just because, well... Actually, can you stop thinking about this? Why are you thinking about this?? Stop it??? Now?!?!?!? SAY SOMETHING?!??!!?!

"Uh... What?"

Uh, WHAT? Rude!! You are SO rude!!!! You had to spit something out, sure, but someone just complimented you and you can't even reply properly?! You can't at least be embarrassed?? You are NOT adorable. You are absolutely, totally, some-totally-unreasonably-high-number-over-a-hundred-percent sure of that. You even have a knife. A plastic, totally-not-a-butter-knife knife. You're armed! Dangerous! Probably? You're not sure.

You wish you could loop back.

Instead, you're forced to fumble over your words, the entire two of them you've managed to speak, and try to hide your face away under the brim of your hat so you don't die upon direct eye contact. Can you say ANYTHING else?

"No, n-no.... the Universe made me. I think."

You wish you could loop back even more now.

It was unfamiliar. Unfamiliar was bad. God had meticulously constructed just about everything, from the stars in the sky to the pebbles in the dirt. All She had was a deck of knockoff playing cards. Not a single angel would answer Her summons, nor did Satan appear to laugh at Her misfortune. As She surveyed the area, She noticed a creature not of Her own creation, toying around with a plastic knife. How charming! Even in a place so poorly stitched-together as this, at least its inhabitants could exhibit a multitude of emotions.

"How adorable! I don't remember making you-!" As She approached, She clapped Her hands. This is a creature similar to the ones created by Her humans, a character. How fascinating, to be in such close proximity to what should be nothing more than mere fiction. God stood a few feet away from him, still unsure if His divine presence could blind a mortal.

( no, He concluded; this place had somehow inhibited His divine being, forcing Him to be almost a mortal Himself ).