text: Congratulations! Wow, I have been waiting to say that for a lifetime. Ah, sorry, you must be very confused. You've made it to the end; this is it. No don't run off, trust me, that's the first thing I did. Wasted a few trillion years doing that. I could hardly believe myself either; who would have thought that there was more? I mean, I still remember those millennia. I, we, were so rambunctious, thinking we owned everything and all that. Nigh immortal, near-infinite cosmic power; a massive far cry from the lives we lived before that. I bet you spent your first few million years observing new and old universes, just to make sure everything you were seeing was real. I'm almost certain the first trillion afterwards was spent in glee and excitement, seeing everything unfold and grow in front of you, any number of times you wanted, while building beings much like yourself at the time. The good old days, they were. But then, much like some you may have seen during your travels, you faded away; content, or perhaps bored. Normally, and it's a secret between you and me, you would have started everything over again; been the curiosity of another. The only difference is that you would have had to start all over again, with no knowledge or memories. Honestly, it doesn't sound that bad of a deal. Do everything again and again, but always retain the childish curiosity every time... ... ... Oh, I'm sorry, I spaced out a bit. Right, why you're here. So, if you remember, you were a universe once. The living beings within and those that died, yada yada yada. You've been through it, I've been through it, and you watched others go through it. After you were "born", though, you probably thought that was the end. "There couldn't possibly be anything more than the manifestation of the one the universe called 'God'," you perhaps thought. Well, actually, I know you thought that, otherwise there would be umptillions more here, other than just us two. But you were special, because amongst all of that noise and curiosity and observation, you had a single thought. It probably only happened once, and it was most likely just a fleeting one. You thought: "What if there was more?" And so when you faded away, unknowingly ready to begin the cycle, you ended up with me. Think of it the same way you ended up a God, except there was no creation. No, your previous realm, just, happened really, much like this one. I wouldn't think about it too much, or rather, I would. It's a good way to waste some time. Your new job? Well, eager to start, I see. Good enthusiasm, but do you see all of those? Every single one of those is a God, each watching over their little universe, unaware of where we are. Your job, bluntly, is to watch them. Really nothing has changed for you, except you're now, legitimately, infinitely more powerful. How many are there? I'd like to keep this as brief as possible, since I've already wasted five billion years just ranting, so I think I'll refrain from wasting some quadrillion just saying the number. You don't ever have to do anything, just sit back and watch. Why is this a thing? Good question. The short answer is: something absolute needs to observe. Think of it like when you were old and watching rowdy kids that weren't yours. Except you'll never be responsible, since these kids can't fall and scrape their knees. But I've spent too much time talking. I'll let you get to it. Huh? Where am I going? Yes, of course you'll get lonely, but there always has to be at least one. Because the entire reason I create new Gods is no longer for the sake of observation or curiosity, but rather did so for the hope that someone like you will eventually break the mold and join me, an immeasurable amount of time after I got here. Yes, the main reason I make Gods, Is that when one comes to greet me, I can finally die.