Yahweh sighed and slouched back in his leather desk chair, rubbing his snow-white bearded chin thoughtfully.
“You still don’t understand, Lucifer,” he said. “Let me run through it again.”
He rubbed his temples. His good friend Lucifer sat across the desk from him and toyed with the stapler. Lucifer was a bit brash and naive at times, but Yahweh was quite fond of him.
“You see, Luce, I almost never tamper with the inputs once a project is running. That’s why I put so much effort into getting the initial conditions right. It’s not that I can’t make adjustments on the fly, but doing so requires some major recalculation so as not to mess up anything. Read the rest of this entry