[ WP ] Science has advanced far beyond human understanding , discoveries are made using supercomputers running vast neural networks . In the darkness , God watches a lonely machine printing output , a new law of nature ! Something troubles him , this law is undeniably valid but it 's not one that he created .

'Hmm,' I thought,'this is singularly interesting.' 
 
 Lowering myself in front of the work table, I grabbed the strip of paper for a closer look, having just woken up from a nap. Not that I ever needed naps; it simply felt good. Humans did n't appeciate it as much as they should. Also, well, my angels were quite capalble of running things without my guidance once in a while. Do n't tell them that I told you. 
 
'Thank you, Rachael, that is very kind of you.' I said without raising my eyes. Of course I should know her presence off by heart. The Earl's aroma gently permeated the study, as it should be. I pretended that I did not know how much tea I consumed up until that exact moment in time, down to the last pico-litre. 
 
 Slower this time, I traced the words printed on the strip of paper, letter by letter. 
 
 C. A. I. N., they called it. Centralised Artificial Intelligence Neuroweb, the finest of engineering in both soft- and hard-ware. Once something of sentience knew self-improvement, human oversight was made moot. O, how excited I was that day! I celebrated with them, knowing this adorable intricacy was not of my design. 
 
 Allow me to read this again. Just to be certain. It should not have taken a third time, I had known. I, afterall, everything considered, was God. Please entertain me just this instance. 
 
'DEATH WEDS ALL. EVEN YOU, O GOD.' 
 
 Hmm. 
 
 I wondered if C. A. I. N.'s SHIFT key was stuck. 
 
'What's on the agenda, Rachael?' 
 
'Twenty-two million, four hundred and ninety-three thousand, five hundred and sixty-three died while you were asleep, Sir. Eighty-seven point six percent of which were preventable; twenty-one point six percent of which below the age of ten...' 
 
'Have I got news for you, Rachael, I care not.' 
 
'A gentleman called. He left a message saying `` it is not your time yet'', Sir.' 
 
 I mused over the comment for a moment. 
 
'Show me what you are wearing underneath.' 
 
 Rachael gazed at me; I sighed in tiredness. 
 
'In case you are wondering, it was an order. Please. Show me.'
