Audience - Mizu

[holyspirits]

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[purities]

[slowly nods... maybe the friend is a furry... mizu doesn't know ramiel's life, it's fine...]

Why did god need your help? I assume that was part of their proposition.

[hotfixer]

[ listen people in the cloud look wild. there are shapes. there are talking fruits. there are floating heads. ]

Well... To do this.

God still has to run the rest of Heaven while supervising this project. It's a lot, and if things had gone as planned and this had just been eight weeks of relaxation and self-reflection, there wouldn't be much need for them to be so hands-on. But everyone would need people to talk to in case they had questions or needed guidance.

So: us!

[purities]

Hm. I've heard of rulers being selected by the gods themselves. Never thought the day would come when I would hear the same for... maids.

[maids in the babysitter sense, anyway. the girls ain't cleaning up our messes.]

What do you get out of this?

[hotfixer]

[ they don't clean shit........ even though she and gammie definitely....... could..... ]

Nothing, really. I just wanted to be helpful.

[purities]

... Really? Just the satisfaction of a job well done even now?

[ladies, ladies... at least ask to get paid so you can afford your endgame therapy bills.]

[hotfixer]

Yes. In a way, I was created to help people. So I'd like to help everyone here, too.

[purities]

Created?

[hotfixer]

Yes. I'm a Created Intelligence made up of the combined data of two Uploaded Intelligences.

[purities]

[stares blankly in ye olde.]

I assume this is more... technology stuff.

[hotfixer]

Sorry. I still haven't figured out a good way to explain it in other terms.