[ WP ] You are a God who has been watching over the world not intervening or viewing it for many centuries . You come back to see millions of people suffering , in pain and hopeless . How would you handle the world and bring it to peace once more without revealing your presence to mankind ?

God, every time he could muster enough strength to drag himself back here, it had gotten ten times worse. Why could n't they behave, those lunatics? Every other planet had worked out just fine. It was just this one, this one little blemish, a giant taint on his reputation. He knew the others were laughing at him, talking behind his back. Especially her -- -straight A: s, her worst creation a bit behind the average rate of technological advancement -- -always oozing of smugness, every time he saw her. 
 
 It was his own fault, of course. He had been lazy, wanted to do other things than to keep on working on this project. It'll be fine, he had thought. It absolutely had n't. It had been nothing short of a catastrophe. That first try, he knew it had faults, as soon as he had seen it completed. Still, he had done nothing about it. If only he had tweaked it just a tiny bit. The second one had been perfect! What good did that do now, when half of them were so gravely deficient? Creating man in my own image, he muttered. What had he been thinking? 
 
 He had tried everything to fix it, divine interventions of every imaginable form. Everything except revealing himself. That would be cheating, and not even he would sink that low -- -he still had some pride left. He had even sent apostles, dozens of them. Evangelists with clear and simple instructions on how to patch it all up. But each and every one of them had only grasped a fraction of what he had told them. Jesus, with his delusions of grandeur. His son? Hah, it was a laughable notion. Buddha, that pothead, speaking of the importance of a clear mind. And dear lord, Joseph Smith, the wackiest of them all. A clear-cut nut job. He did n't want to think of all the women he sent. Doubted, disbelieved, burned, hanged by their necks. Every word out of their mouths rejected. It was quite unbelievable. Only Muhammad had been alright. But it had been too late, already then, for such methods. Those he had managed to convince had twisted his words. And the others, well, they were just too thick-headed and full of hatred. 
 
 He must have missed something. There must exist a solution to this wicked situation, this abominable species that was humankind. A way to correct his damnable mistake. Was n't he supposed to be omniscient? God continued to contemplate. Maybe if he united them by introducing a common enem -- -nope, right, tried that last time. That had been another mistake, about a century ago. Most of those half-wits had opted to side with the heinous villains, their viciousness taken to absurd lengths. 
 
 God let out a resigned sigh. He knew what to do. Deep down, he had known all along. There was no other way, save for redoing the entire project, and that was out of the question. How was not a problem, there were many ways. Disease was probably the easiest, spread by some micro-organism. Airborne, tenacious, resistant to vaccines. 
 
 It would be a lot of work, not something that could be accomplished overnight. It had to be done meticulously, could not affect anything else than the bare minimum of what was sufficient. No more mistakes could be afforded. God was n't looking forward to it. There would be grief and anguish. A depressed planet, but it was the only way to make it right, once and for all. They would endure, they always did. They were tough, adept, the women, and eventually they would be better off. God set his plan in motion -- -he had to kill all men.
