[ WP ] You create custom-made worlds for a living . One day you created a masterpiece - and came to hate your client

`` Really? Is this it?'' 
 
 I stared aghast at the petulant little shit. *Is this it*, indeed. The cheek of it. This world... this masterpiece... had been built to her precise instructions. I had become like the Ancient Magratheians of Douglass Addams' *Hitchhiker* saga. I am a God among Men, a builder of worlds. And this impertinent little slime had the gall to critique my craft? 
 
 `` With all due respect, Miss LaRoux... I followed your instructions to the letter and completed this project to the same standard as any other world I have made.'' 
 `` Oh, is that so? Then do pray tell... where are the animals?'' 
 `` What animals?'' 
 `` I demanded a paridise world... where is the beautiful sea life? Where are the majestic beasts of the plains?'' 
 `` You never mentioned animals... you wish to keep pets here?'' 
 `` Well, I've seen your other works... life evolved there. People rave about how the unique environments you create breed the most eye-catching creatures, each grown from their own unique starting point found only on that world.'' 
 I scowled, a frustration beyond words building in my gut. `` Madam... you asked that there be ruby mountains and beaches of crimson sand. In fact, you requested that everything... to some extent, be made of red crystal, be it ruby, garnet or red jade. Do you have any idea how hard it is to formulate jade that grows *RED*? Besides... if every single inch of this world is red gemstones... what exactly you propose your animals would eat?'' 
 `` What about those trees?'' 
 I walked over to the forest of red leaves. Gently, I snaped one off and held it up for her to see. 
 `` Ma'am... you asked for forests of ruby... so that is *precisely* what I gave you...'' 
 
 I got up to leave and pause, starring at the crimson ocean. That one, she had n't specifically asked for, but I do so hate it when the sea clashes with the land. A properly planned colour scheme is important to me. I sighed and left the shocked young heiress to her ruby prison. Her payment had already been wired through, I doubted she had been planning on leaving her `` paridise'' any time soon anyway. 
 I was not without mercy, so I gave her one parting gift. It was a small thing, no more than she could get by on. A few months rations, and a few seeds for her to plant the next crop. She would be ready to harvest just before she ran out of food. I may have hated her, but I am not a monster. 
 
 Sometime later I returned to the little red gem in its tiny pocket dimension. Years had passed within this bubble and the ruby forest has receaded. In it's place are the plants that I gave her. And beneath one tree sat the withered form of an aged Rosalyn LaRoux. Her skeletal form was slumped against the tree, but she smiled when she saw me. She told me I have n't aged a day and I chuckled. 
 I confess that, from my perspective at least, it has n't even been a day since I left. The old woman smiled and mumbled something about how it `` *figures*'' and then she asked me something no one else has asked me before or since. 
 
 `` What do you do with planets once the client has no further use for them?'' 
 
 When I told her the truth, that I clean up any damage done by the client and then release it into open space, she smiled. She asked if I could finally add animals to this one. I think that perhaps it was the least I could do...
