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The Careless Creator

In the beginning was the word, and the word was “Bugger.” This was followed by several, much stronger expletives, not all of them English, and not all of them real. There was much doubt, in fact, as to whether any of this was real. That was probably for the best.

Steve had, quite by accident, created the Universe. All of it. Every single star, every spinning electron and throbbing pulsar. All that was, and all that shall ever be. Simply because he’d wanted to put his feet up and, in his carelessness, knocked something off of the coffee table.

He grabbed a mop, which he’d bought recently after seeing it’s Incredible Soaking Action on an infomercial, and made a rather poor attempt to clean it up. He discovered that the Incredible Soaking Action had been somewhat exaggerated in the ad.

Then, he did what all Gods did – he shrugged, resigned himself to the fact that he would not be getting back his deposit on the apartment, and put his feet up on the table, content to leave his Universe to develop on its own.

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