[ Oh hmmmm that's a complicated question. One that Tech Boy isn't certain K's going to like the answer to, given their past foray into the conversation of worship. The physical contact of each of their hands on the other's bare skin has the effect of closing a circuit between them, and that circuit eases a rising feeling of nervousness. Worship is different when it comes to K than with the humans, and having never faced it before meeting K, he's still working it out a bit himself. He knows what he feels, but how to explain it...? ]
What powers I have to create are limited here. Sure, I can work with the limited tech that this place offers, but I'm operating as a programmer or an engineer, not as a god should. [ He's frowning. ] I haven't come across anyone receptive to my particular brand of inspiration. No one worthy. [ He meets K's eyes. ] Until you.
[ Then he hangs his head slightly. ] There are a few, 3 or maybe 4, who do knowingly worship me by using the Network knowing that it gives me power. Nothing more than that. I haven't been exactly broadcasting my divinity, because then people start to want things, so it's only a select few who are in the knowledge loop. The others, every other person who uses the Network or invents an electric powered device or creates something that doesn't belong in this vaguely 1950's aesthetic... they worship ignorantly. Passively. But it's enough to keep the lights on. To keep me alive.
I am a New God. Old forms of worship just don't do it for me. Churches and altars and prayers and sacrifices--well, a person sacrifices their time to me with or without their knowledge and that is something I can take to the bank--are all old news. Using the gifts that I have given to the world, using my tech, that's where the power comes from.
[ He slides a hand to again rest over K's heart. ] Every strong heartbeat. I can feel it.
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What powers I have to create are limited here. Sure, I can work with the limited tech that this place offers, but I'm operating as a programmer or an engineer, not as a god should. [ He's frowning. ] I haven't come across anyone receptive to my particular brand of inspiration. No one worthy. [ He meets K's eyes. ] Until you.
[ Then he hangs his head slightly. ] There are a few, 3 or maybe 4, who do knowingly worship me by using the Network knowing that it gives me power. Nothing more than that. I haven't been exactly broadcasting my divinity, because then people start to want things, so it's only a select few who are in the knowledge loop. The others, every other person who uses the Network or invents an electric powered device or creates something that doesn't belong in this vaguely 1950's aesthetic... they worship ignorantly. Passively. But it's enough to keep the lights on. To keep me alive.
I am a New God. Old forms of worship just don't do it for me. Churches and altars and prayers and sacrifices--well, a person sacrifices their time to me with or without their knowledge and that is something I can take to the bank--are all old news. Using the gifts that I have given to the world, using my tech, that's where the power comes from.
[ He slides a hand to again rest over K's heart. ] Every strong heartbeat. I can feel it.