Iker, Iggy, or Metatron; this disembodied consciousness that encompassed millions of lives among the godly, the conceptual, the living and the dead—real, virtual, and fictional—came closer and closer to harnessing his eternal power. This entity expected to control this power through the MWAOS, but peculiarly that was not the case.

  Now decisions replaced reality-breaking command lines, and that was not what Yesh deemed peculiar. It was the nature of the decisions he had to make to bring stability to the millions of multiverses within his skeletal grasp, bones made of white light rather than galaxy-sized chunks of calcium upon zooming in.

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  What stopped most universes from not having life at all were Yesh's thoughts on nouns.

  Which books would become angels.

  Which songs would become gods.

  Which fonts would become scientists.

  Which organisms would become weapons.

  Which places would have avatars.

  However, the 0 or 1 malware reached Him, the cosmic lich made of light glitching into a supernal bitmap.

  Qubit's chuckle echoed.