Snippet #1234465

Chilili Crow Dog stepped out from the back room, holding her hands to keep them from trembling. Each step seemed to encompass a milke as she attempted to span the distance between her and the eternal gods. What the hell was she going to say? Having heard the conversation, she already knew the futility of trying to change their minds. Nothing she could say could possibly be enough to save mankind but she had to try. So she stood among gods, feeling like a child under scrutiny. And in a way she was a child. Each of them towered over her but not as a parent. God, to her, was something different; the void them came from and the spark that brought them into being. These were connections, like arms and legs of God, reaching out. They were all the same to her and equally intimidating. To anger them, her grandmother would say, would be to your own end. Wow, she thought, I actually believe this... I'm fucking nuts... But before she lost her nerves, she cleared her throat. "Um... I uh... I couldn't help but overhear your, um... conversation..." her hands began to shake together. "As a uh... human and a... representative of humanity all I can say is..." she shook her head. "Wow, what can I say?" She looked at them, appearing more like herself than gods and as the nerves rose to her throat, she tried to choke back a laugh. Instead, she hiccuped. Self conciously the hiccup turned into a stifled giggle. Overcompensating, the giggle turned into a high pitch peel of laughter. She clapped her hands to her mouth and suppressed any form of humor down her throat again. "You know what," she said, frustrated and lost, "you're right, all of you. Humanity is a mess and you are the divine comedy. You made the universe and you messed it up. And you can remake it but you'll mess it up again. We're not the problem, you are. But some of us have evolved beyond your mistakes and we're trying to fix it. Just give us a chance..." She took a deep breath and waited, almost wincing as she did so. Then, as she was contemplating the end of her species, out of the blue, she wondered if she left the coffee pot on.