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[cyders]

[River is sitting at a low table and she has... a book open in front of her. she's writing notes in the pages of this book and occasionally ripping pages out of it. at one point, a man - a priest, if you look at his clothing - approaches her as if to take it, and River doesn't even look up.]

Just keep walking, Preacher-man. [she goes back to

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[createswithink]

[La la la what is a bible] If it's fiction, you should just enjoy the story! Unless it's a bad story.

...Ah, what crime?

[cyders]

It's a terrible story. Fiction should still make sense.

The crime of an inaccurate chronicle.

[createswithink]

You gonna rewrite it now?

[cyders]

Can't. I don't have all the information either, and the informants are very hard to get a hold of. They're also liars. I'm just correcting this one.

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[sandinmyboots]

A fictional book about a god? Where the god is a hypocrite, the followers are hypocrites, and the transcription is spotty?

Burn it. Make ink from the ashes and write it even better.

[cyders]

It's too wide-spread to be hidden away. Can't destroy it when it's set in the minds of the 'verse. Lessons taught over centuries and centuries that we brought with us from Earth-That-Was.

[sandinmyboots]

You'll have to get everyone to read your new version, then. Getting rid of all the old versions will be tricky, but doable. Maybe you need to recruit some...uh, priests? Those guys. Yes.

[cyders]

The priests have their own stories to tell. This one. You can't get rid of the old versions, because they're not on paper. They're neurons and grey matter all wrapped up together under bone and skin, faith all through the blood. [she gives kefka an admonishing look.] No genocide.

[wasbored]

What would you make a god like instead?

[cyders]

[she gives light an odd, searching look for a moment before she goes back to writing in her bible.]

Reliable. Don't scrap the bad canvas and start again. It's wasteful. There's a lot of water damage left behind in the pages, but it's all left to rot. Less folding space, too. There are the marks of clumsy, fumbling fingers all over Earth-That-Was.

[makewayforroze]

They lied about the religion?

[cyders]

The religion is a lie.

[makewayforroze]

How do you know which part is lying? A few lies doesn't make an entire religion false.

[cyders]

These are all impossibilities. Noah's Ark is a terrible offence. An entire planet couldn't flood in forty days, and water won't remain unchanged on a surface with exposure to sunlight, an absorbent ground and atmosphere for one hundred and ten days. We'd have to assume that one of the variables has changed over time, one that was supposed to be a set control. Earth-That-Was may have been made from a crust that didn't require absorption of water and nutrients.

Or the God was changing the rules to fit his playing, which is a bad trait. Sour apples. We'd have to remove it.

[loyalbound]

[ oh wow not sure how feel about this because on the one hand the bible gets more wrong than it does right so this is as close to thinking something is hilarious as castiel can come to but on the other hand... she is kind of ripping up the bible...... ]

I believe this is what's known as deja vu. Although you hadn't gone as far as ripping it up last time we had this conversation.

[cyders]

He left it out. I couldn't leave a mistake on the table. [she glances up at him, and while she rips another few pages out, says casually,] Close your eyes. Blasphemy is damaging. [another pause. she rips out another page and goes back to writing.] Your brothers are insufferable.

[loyalbound]

Some of them aren't that bad. They're just... misguided.

[cyders]

Michael is a jerk.

[welp.]