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   Because look, I don’t want you to think I’m alone out here, because I’m not. There’s a god. She comes and goes. I saved her. No, I know, right? Up until recently I didn’t know there were gods either. There was the one god, worshipped in the Imperium, religions about him shaped out culture and blah blah, but like I say, up until recently I, oh god damn it. I hadn’t known. I hadn’t—known. Oh you crafty conniving—
   Nice lady. Crafty conniving very nice lady.
   I saved you. You granted me a wish. There I said it. A wish. I wished for all the powers in the world. Because really, is there something else to wish for? There might be. And that’s the kicker: I don’t know.
   She said sure, you see. She said righto lad, here’s all the powers of the world. There wasn’t even a ding or a wand waved. She just said it.
   And we hadn’t really been getting along up until then. She kept making me not breathe. So I was dubious.
   The more you know, she said. And freaking vanished. That—that!—made a pop. She was there, knee deep in freezing water and crackling wet (the water on her was beginning to freeze in the wind – she crackled when she moved), and then—pop!—not there, which I guess left a sudden space in the world, a vacuum where there shouldn’t be open, and it either collapsed or the air around it rushed in—I don’t fucking know! It popped. But she’s been back and, I’ll say she’s been very grudging about this, but she said there was no god. No one real only god. And therefore…. the more you know.
   What the crafty conniving nice lady means is, oh and you had better sit down for this…. knowledge is power.
   It means, if I know how something works, I can make it work.
   And up until recently I hadn’t known there were gods.
   Do you see now? She’s a wicked one for sure.