“Well, that wasn't a nice thing to say young man” That was the first thing I heard when I regained consciousness. Now, I could have done a bunch of different things, like wondering how the fuck I am still alive. Instead, I felt a surge of anger like no other. All of my repressed anger from st year exploded in that moment as my first action was reaching for the closest object to throw towards the elderly voice.

  I may have overreacted but being misgendered after that traumatic experience had been a bit too much for me. As the rock flew towards its target I began to notice a few things. The man I had just attacked looked like what I picture god would look like. A bearded muscur old man wearing one of those white greek cloths on his body.

  The second thing I noticed as the rock nded squarely between the man’s eyebrows was the pce I was currently. Everything was a featureless white, from floor to ceiling as well as the walls, if there is even a ceiling or walls. Third is the fact that I somehow threw the only object in this entire pce as there weren’t any other rocks around. After the rock nded which made the old man flinch a little as he rubbed his now reddened face I finally understood what happened and kinda where I am.

  “You might be god but I am not apologizing.” I said with anger still flowing through me. To which the man responded with a mild smile as he began speaking.

  “I know, though I will apologize for misgendering you. It was the best way for our conversation to start.” The man sided with a mild shrug, his smile growing a bit wry.

  “Really?” Excuse me if I am a bit incredulous about that one chief.

  “Yeah. This way you get to vent some of your anger before realizing who you are dealing with. That and the fact that in every other possible iteration of our conversation you would act far too respectful after the fact I am god sets in.”

  Thinking about it I nodded. If the man didn’t mind me hitting him with a rock that he probably pced there himself seeing as it is now gone then I could see him being chill enough to talk. That being said, I still had a bunch of things to go through before I could feel properly calm about the situation, that is until I realized something.

  “What’s up with my body?” I didn’t feel the repulsion I felt towards my body I came to know as dysphoria. Not only that but now that I give my body a better look I look somewhat different now.

  “Well, since you are dead anyway I just made your body genderless for the time being to facilitate the conversation.” Hearing his answer I wanted to ask why the hell he didn’t make me a girl instead but seeing as he is god and probably knows the future from what he has said then there is a reason behind his actions, one I don’t care too much about.

  “So you are god, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent god, that one?” God just gave me a nod before he began speaking again.

  “Yes, though that would only apply to the universe I created myself. You see, just how you humans can create lets say a painting my race can create universes. Just how you can edit a painting as well, we can change the universes we create. Unfortunately, this is one of the first universes I have made and I made a few mistakes here and there.”

  Seeing God acting a bit embarrassed was a surreal experience to say the least even so I could already tell what he meant by mistakes when making this universe. Well, maybe, not really, what I perceive as mistakes might be intentional while somethings I might not see as a problem could be the mistakes he is talking about.

  “One of those mistakes was with the intelligent life engine. Some souls ended up being born wrongly, like your own. This here and now is me making up for my mistakes. Sure, I could go back in your universal time and fix everything but, this is my first universe and I kinda grew attached to it, mistakes and all so…”

  Yeah, I could see where god was coming from. When I was little I tried my hand at writing, it was a shit show but even so I kept it unedited for the sentimental value. Even so, I felt a bit bitter about the fact. Not like it matters since he said he was making up for it in his own way. Now that I think about it, I have been thinking of god as a guy but…

  “Oh, don’t worry. Our species doesn’t have a gender per se. We just are and we reproduce differently. As a matter of fact our whole state of being is so detached from what you know that I doubt you could comprehend it even if I tried to expin.” Right, forgot he was omniscient.

  “Hmm if that is the case then this isn’t how you really look is it?” As I said that god nodded.

  “it isn’t. Think of it like this. You humans sometimes use a light source to create shadows using your hands. Shadows that may look like completely different things. It’s the same for me. Right now you would be seeing a projected shadow of some of me in a shape I chose based on your imagined version of god.”

  “Anyway, as I was saying I wanted to make it up to you and the others so I have been fulfilling some of their wants. From reincarnation to their own envisioned version of heaven. Just ask.” Now that got my heart racing. I could ask for anything… Almost anything, I am sure, asking to be made a god like him would be… probably doable in a way that isn’t exactly to be like him. No matter what, that isn’t what I want anyway.

  “Make me a girl.” That was all I said as I looked god in the eyes.

  “You know, I knew it was coming but it still baffles me. You could ask for anything and yet this is an immutable point in our conversation. No matter how this conversation goes, this is always what you ask for.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at that. After all, that's what I had wanted for the longest time. Reincarnating or going to heaven I didn’t really care. For as long as I am a girl I would be happy. I longed to feel like I felt back then, when I got to cospy as a girl. No, I bet I would feel even better once I became the real thing.

  “Well, it doesn't matter. From now forward you will be a girl. Though for you to be a girl you would need to exist and I bet you would rather do so somewhere else than this featureless pce. Anywhere you would like to go?” I nodded at his first statement as for the second one.

  “Not really, how about you surprise me with something interesting.” God just gave me a knowing smile. Afterall, he is god and therefore knew I would say that.

  “Alright then. I do hope you enjoy your life going forward.” As he said that I lost consciousness again.

  With that done god took the soul before walking elsewhere. It had enjoyed the talk despite knowing what it would be like. If he were to compare it to something in human terms then it would be like rereading a book. Sure, you already knew the plot events and whatever else. That didn’t mean that the reread had to be tedious or boring.

  After walking for a while God pced the soul in a new universe. He was still new to universal creation. Even so, he still liked his works. This one in particur he liked. He had of course learned from his mistakes. Each new univers better than the st, more stable, less errors.

  Now however, he needed to work on editing this universe. Afterall, it wasn’t something as easy as shoving the soul in and being done with it. It was more like editing a book or painting. You couldn’t just shove a new word or dye in and be done. It would mess things up. No, he needed to rework pretty much the entire thing.

  Instead of editing the original he just made a copy. Once done with that he began editing what needed to be changed until he was finished. His job done, he sat down to admire his work for a while. Though things wouldn’t be easy for the soul in the end it would have been worth it. And that is what he could see as he reviewed his work.

  Life was like a roller coaster ride. There needed to be ups and downs, twists and turns, otherwise it would be boring, a chore no one wanted to partake in. Though the little soul would suffer she would also know joy. Though there would be sad times there would be many more happy ones.

  With one final look over his work god stood up. There were other universes to create and edit afterall. Many stories to tell that he needed to create. Giving the universe and the little soul one st gnce god left to work once more.