[It is, she will never admit, a very good impression. She'd attended Girton (and, sometimes, Cambridge, when she'd dared to sneak in on a class or two); she's absolutely an authority on those kinds of professors, and for a moment Rosalind feels as though she's been jerked back to her childhood.
Good grief.
It isn't easy for her to remember all the things she'd learned back when she really had been omnipotent, but some things stick. Splitting the atom, oh, yes, she'd been delighted to learn about that, now when had that been . . . somewhere within the 1940's, hadn't it? Yes. And so that would make him . . . hmm, well, say he's thirty-five or so, so he's from the late seventies or early eighties. Hm. Good to know.]
My god, you know the basics of science. What a clever man I've rescued.
[But though that's absolutely challenging, it isn't quite nasty. She just likes being on top, that's all.]
Once, my atoms were scattered. Torn apart and placed throughout all the universes. This gave me any number of interesting side-effects, as you can well imagine, but one of the more delightful benefits was the ability to move around space and time as I saw fit.
[She says this very casually.]
Sadly, thanks to . . . something here, and I have yet to figure out if it's the reason they've fed us or something else, my powers are limited to one universe. Which is a bit inconvenient, but at least allows me to get out of scrapes like that without much fuss. Though I can't use it in front of the natives, lest I be burned at the stake or worshiped or whatever idiotic thing they'd do when they saw a bit of advanced science.
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Good grief.
It isn't easy for her to remember all the things she'd learned back when she really had been omnipotent, but some things stick. Splitting the atom, oh, yes, she'd been delighted to learn about that, now when had that been . . . somewhere within the 1940's, hadn't it? Yes. And so that would make him . . . hmm, well, say he's thirty-five or so, so he's from the late seventies or early eighties. Hm. Good to know.]
My god, you know the basics of science. What a clever man I've rescued.
[But though that's absolutely challenging, it isn't quite nasty. She just likes being on top, that's all.]
Once, my atoms were scattered. Torn apart and placed throughout all the universes. This gave me any number of interesting side-effects, as you can well imagine, but one of the more delightful benefits was the ability to move around space and time as I saw fit.
[She says this very casually.]
Sadly, thanks to . . . something here, and I have yet to figure out if it's the reason they've fed us or something else, my powers are limited to one universe. Which is a bit inconvenient, but at least allows me to get out of scrapes like that without much fuss. Though I can't use it in front of the natives, lest I be burned at the stake or worshiped or whatever idiotic thing they'd do when they saw a bit of advanced science.