After giving a perfunctory response, Su Ming said nothing more. He had to appear indifferent to God's family affairs; that was probably the attitude God wanted to see.
For a moment, the dog said nothing either. Its dark, glossy eyes watched the Ferris wheel turning in the distance, its little red tongue hanging out of its mouth.
"Want something to eat?"
After a while, Deathstroke snapped his fingers, and the Synthezoid beside him immediately handed over a steaming grilled sausage. He held the food out before the little dog.
Voice of God did not refuse. It took the sausage in its mouth, set it between its front paws, and tore off a bite.
Perhaps it was a little hot. It kept opening its mouth and shifting the meat around, yet its voice remained entirely unaffected:
"Mother Night is actually quite good, but she wants to wait for All Things Return to Nothingness. That is wrong. God has made no such arrangement."
God did not like to go too far when handling matters, much less destroy the world. If he thought humanity was beyond saving, he would unleash the Great Flood, cleanse the population, then allow those he had chosen to rise again from the ruins.
The dog itself had no thoughts whatsoever. It was God's mouthpiece, conveying that one's will. But what God hoped to gain by telling Deathstroke this was unclear for the moment.
"I know, but people change. I believe gods can change too." Su Ming lit a cigarette and leaned against the back of the bench. He gestured for the Synthezoid to bring over a balloon, then tied the tiny hydrogen balloon to Voice of God's collar as a gift.
Now he understood. God preferred a "Soft Reboot." At least most of the time, he opposed reincarnation,