Voice from the end of lines said. "Did you really hear me?"

Then someone whisper.

“For The Sake Of Creation, I Hear Your Voice.”

Yet none listen.

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God is loving. Then why is there's cruelty? Cruelty that was created by nature often fair for nature itself not human, while cruelty that caused by human often more destructive. Wolf eat sheep, seems cruel, but if all creature eat leaf it won't be fair for plants and endangered the plants itself, if all creature eat meat, the plants will grow uncontrollably. But cruelty born of man... Is different. A man slaughters a village — cruel, and without balance. Nature’s cruelty feeds, man’s cruelty devours. We can nod and agree that nature is fair. Then why can’t we agree that God is?

God is said to be omnipotent. Perhaps that is right... perhaps that is necessary. But what if He isn’t? What if the weight of love is all He had, without the strength to mend it? Well, since in this fantasy Theodicy story god isn't omnipotent let's severe the power to hundred of pieces.

Meet Null. It is said she dwells in an endless office, where no door exists and no clock ticks. The only sound is the ringing — ceaseless, relentless. Eight billion, one million voices demand her attention, each a needle piercing her soul. She hears them all. The pleas, the curses, the laughter, the venom.

Who is she?

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Null, her name. She who existed before names, when the Earth was nothing but a rock waiting in the silent sky. Her form is a concession to human perception yet still follow her original form. A woman in the stark attire of an office worker, the dark of her hair and eyes that represents void in space, adorned with the wings and halo as humanity expectation of holiness. Null... Are nothing more other than operator, and one who answer humanity's prayers.

The Goddess Of Prayers

In an office without doors, without windows. The walls stretch into a pale horizon, lined with endless silent phone machines and billions of cable lines. No window, no clock ticks, no sun rises. Only the blinking lights of telephones, light of dim night lamp and the ceaseless, overlapping ring... ring... ring... a chorus without end.

So in this little story...

“ꅏꃅꂦ ꌩꂦꀎ ꋪꍟꍏ꒒꒒ꌩ ꍏꋪꍟ?"Click.

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