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The True Creator looked at the apple rolling around in Edward's hand with an indescribable expression. He cleared his throat, but still failed to suppress his curiosity:
"...Let me touch it."
The True Creator stroked the apple. It felt extremely smooth, without the slightest hint of feathers, just like a genuine apple. It was hard to imagine that this thing was actually a genetically modified chicken.
"...How does this... creature grow?"
After that brief shock, the True Creator, who had weathered countless storms, recovered. After all, this apple (this chicken?) was actually less indescribable than certain gods' Mythical Creature Forms. Since it was a comprehensible life-form, his curiosity outweighed his urge to recoil.
Edward smacked his lips. "Actually, Frank doesn't know what this thing is either. He made it by accident while trying to modify apples to have the texture of chicken."
"It has no blood either, so I can't invade it."
"I studied it through divination."
He patted the apple, which chirped a few more times. The True Creator leaned back slightly in a tactical retreat.
"See? It has no vocal organs at all, but it can actually make sounds."
"Indeed." The True Creator nodded. "And unlike the wafers, this isn't spiritual feedback. It's actual sound."
Edward said, "At first, I thought he'd stuffed a chicken's soul into an apple, and it was using spirituality to make sounds. Then I confirmed that this creature has no soul. It's more like a familiar-you understand that word, right? Good. Looks like your former omniscience and omnipotence included a few magical novels from the Great Old One Era. Just kidding. So you've read them before?-I suspect the chickens Frank used in his experiments were too full of life, and he..."
Edward considered his wording, trying to be as precise as possible: