[ WP ] You are a minor diety , recently ascended to Godhood and granted a small pocket dimension to shape as you see fit . Who are you ? How do you craft your home ?

No greater being ever sat me down and I was too wary of letting others know of me, but by trail and error I learned the limits, and lack of limits of my pocket dimension. 
 
 Within it was anything and everything I could imagine, and it would all run on it's own unless I created agents to manage aspects of it. It could be as large or varied as I like. I could create invisible doorways anywhere in the world I liked, but I must have seen the area myself. Still of human mind, I found I could only focus on keeping one or at most a handful of doors open at a time. Nothing from the pocket could leave, and people could not be forced to enter. They could leave through any other door I liked, leaving with only what they took in with them. And if I fell asleep, everyone still within was ejected through their original door. 
 
 At first I was uncertain and like a scientist I tested my limits. I'd create a door within my room, walk in and look around. Within the pocket I'd open an invisible door high at pro baseball game and watch the game below me. Twice I'd summon coffee and listen to the President talk with people in the Oval Office from the ceiling, until I noticed the Secret Service kept searching the room discussing a temperature aberration and I got real nervous and stopped completely. 
 
 For a short time I watched famous people taking showers or having sex, but the novelty wore off surprisingly quickly. They rarely scheduled ahead for my benefit and besides looking vaguely familiar it was really just two strangers who thought they were better then they were. 
 
 I then realized I could create artificial people in the pocket world! The problem was that they had no mind of their own and I had to order them to do everything, which they did n't even react to. Still, I had months of juvenile fantasies involving movie star sex and political party deathmatches before I got bored again. Withdrawing into the pocket-world was growing empty due to lack of interaction. It had all the permanent results of a daydream and was about as fulfilling. 
 
 I was inherently distrustful of governments and greedy people and what would happen should I be discovered. I spent quite some time debating on walking into bank vaults or jewelry stores and taking things so I could enjoy life in the real world. Wanting more, I began overcoming my fear of cameras and figuring out a way to keep from leaving any dna traces like hair or such. But before I could begin stealing, the news finally got to me. 
 
 Disasters. War. Poverty. Pain everywhere in the world. 
 
 It all started with the flood in the China that I saw on the news. With the latest severe rainstorms, the Three Gorges Dam was about to burst due to manufacturing defects and bad engineering. Though the authorities struggled to repair it in time, when it burst it would kill and displace hundreds of thousands, if not millions. 
 
 I created three of the largest doors I could hidden at the base of the dam, causing millions of gallons of water and sludge to erupt into the pocket. I created an outlet door far out into the pacific ocean, just underneath water level. I stayed within the pocket dimension in an office floating several hundred feet up, staying awake with coffee and reading Harry Potter. ( interestingly enough, the coffee stayed in my stomach outside the pocket, the book did not ) After seeing several bodies I created talking fish to check for survivors. One of my fish flew up to me and alerted me that a man in scuba gear was found, but just as quickly as I tried to find him he was ejected out to sea. I had no way to find him after that. 
 
 Either way the dam was fixed in time, thanks to thousands of heroic Chinese workers. Later footage would show what the Chinese Govt explained as: `` Naturally occurring sinkholes due to earthquakes fortuitously allowed us time to repair.'' If China knew more they did n't say. 
 
 After a collapse of a mine in Brazil, news-cameras showed a few dozen miners trapped hundreds of feet underground and running out of air. What they mentioned but did not show was their goodbyes to their families. The little bit of video was enough for me though. I knew they did n't have long to live and their strength was failing. I spied through the invisible door at them only for a second. 
 
 A created a rescuer in my pocket world, modeled off the first Brazilian that popped up on Google images. ( an aging porn star, I'd later find out ) She was an older woman with a red-cross armband and uniform. From the darkest spot in the room she coughed and shined a light from within the pocket's door, and motioned them forward. They asked her questions but I knew neither Portuguese or Spanish, so all she could do was motion. She motioned them to follow him and carry their friends through a surprisingly open crevasse they never noticed before. By following her they unknowingly walked into the pocket. Turning a bend they found a clear path out, leading ( unknowingly ) out of the pocket dimension to an aid camp as they required immediate medical attention. I shut the pocket as soon as the last one was out with a rumble. 
 
 For weeks the miracle was celebrated in a small town in Brazil. Newshots of the miners with their desperately happy and crying families. Though generally believed, the miners were treated for delirium due to lack of oxygen. The unknown rescuer woman was never identified, though she was nominated for the Nobel peace prize. If anyone with a seismic background wondered about the crevasse, I never found out about their findings. 
 
 During a war in Africa, I tried to help the refugees. Newscasters did n't want to get too close so I did n't have much to work with initially, until I could spy new areas from more invisible doors. Without being there or knowing their language, I could n't figure out a way to trick large numbers of refugees into coming into the doorways where they could get all the food and safe sleeping areas that they wanted. Once inside some panicked at the largess appearing from mid-air. Others began praying and kept starving. Others refused to leave the safe zone. I tried everything, but 80 hours later I passed out with several still inside the pocket. When I woke up, I recreated a door just to see out into Africa. The area was controlled by a militant group. Blood from those that I had tried to help was everywhere, the results of them ejecting into the midst of these armed monsters. It was my first major failure. 
 
 Then I got creative.
