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I found myself again in that yard I saw before when I was standing in the street near the café intending to go to the bank. Now, finally, I was standing on the other side of the street. The way here appeared to be rather longer than I had expected. The portal…

The bank was deserted except me and a female cashier. What a strange bank – no people at all. I produced my banknote with the numbers on the backside. Unlike me, the woman seemed to be absolutely uninterested in my banknote. She peered to the numbers and then printed out the receipts for me and sent me back to the café. Shit! What a collapse in my mind! Even while being asleep I dream about the money and the books without my name on the cover… But this time I wasn’t asleep. This time I understood that dreams were reality and what I considered to be reality before was only a dream. And now I was in reality. And I felt hungry.

My cutlet with potatoes must have been waiting for me in the café. As I had already paid for my meal I was tryingto find the woman who had been telling me what I needed or her colleague whose money I hadn’t picked up but they couldn’t be seen anywhere. The café was full of other people. And I was hungry… Frowning, I came to the conclusion that they had conned me out of the money. It was quite a common occasion on the Earth among the Unicellular.

A bit later I realized that I was no more welcomed there. Even if they needed me, they definitely didn’t wantto see my 50 hryvnias, my receipts and my dull face… All this was absolutely superfluous for them, you see?! I started peering around and I couldn’t understand why everybody else was being served so cordially… Why did they all eat and drink what they wanted?! And then I understood. With time everything resumes its normal course. And everybody as well. Time cures everything. And I was also cured.

In that café everyone paid with smiles. Not with money as I was used to, not with plastic cards or even their fingers… There were no bills, no seals, no bill of ladings, no contracts and other papers which I knew perfectly well how to use. No individuals and legal bodies. «What am I doing there if I can’t use my knowledge in this place? Maybe someone is going to explain everything to me? Maybe money doesn’t mean anything? But then what means? What do they pay with here? With smiles? Then probably smiles are the most important thing here??? Or there is nothing important at all… Nothing left!» – I thought. Meanwhile, the clients were smiling and drinking and eating everything they wished… In this café everyone paid with smiles. What a weird place… But, probably, this place was in fact absolutely normal because they paid with smiles and it was me who was strange, who wanted to estimate everything in money… That day I wasn’t smiling…

I looked to my left, then to my right, up and down and diagonally. I looked also the other way round and then again diagonally. Nobody came up to me when I was looking diagonally for the last time. My legs began walking without my knowledge. I didn’t feel my head. Apparently, Shaitan was overtaking me again. And then the wings carried me upwards. Yes, it was so.

«Explain yourself! – I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, because I’m not myself, you see».

Lewis Carroll

Height lasted very long, probably because it had never even started. I was spinning in the swirls and then I saw Arbagadabra. I recognized him at once because it was written large on his face. Arbagadabra is a horned Angel with a large blue head and a tail.

– You have an inscription on your head, – I told him.

– You, too, – answered Arbagadabra.

– What do you mean? – I asked him.

– Well, just have a look at yourself.

– Then give me a mirror.

– You are already looking in it.

– I’m looking at a blue-headed beast with an inscription on the forehead.

– Exactly. That’s you.

– And who are you then?

– I’m your reflection.

– And is it usual for reflections to speak?

– It depends on what they reflect.

– Am I really the one you are talking about?

– Am I really the one you are talking about?

– Hey!

– Hey!

– Are you here?

– Are you here?

But there was no answer. The mirror stopped talking to me. Well, at least I found out that my real name was Arbagadabra. «And thank God, – I thought, – because I have already started reckoning that my name is Shaitan». «Thank Devil!» – he exclaimed and gave a thunder-like laugh.

Something budged in the corner and asked: «Give me some paper». I had no paper on me except the money so I gave it to the creature.

Thanks, – it said. – Shit, shit, SHIT! It’s filthy. You gave me dirty paper.

I gave you the money.

But they are filthy!

Filthy?! – Shaitan would have never said something of the kind. That’s probably the reason why we’re friends. We have common interests.

Well, have a look! – And the creature showed me his ass from behind a thick curtain. – Paper should be clean, you see?

I gave you the money! Have you wiped your ass with it?

Can you see this stain? – he pointed at his left buttock. – Can you see it?

Yes, I do, – I said suddenly realizing that I had no money any more.

Well, let’s go.

He grasped my hand and leaded me somewhere. Or rather, I flew after him because I still couldn’t see his face, just his hand and his ass. The rest parts of his body were dark. Ina while we saw an inscription «Universarium». We flew a bit nearer and I discerned the word «Eden». It was written in small letters. I would even say that the letters were tiny and hardly visible. But nevertheless I noticed them and was even able to read them. But then I heard Shaitan’s voice in my ears and saw him with my eyes. He was speaking again. I strained my ears.

They used to call me a liar so often. It was before I appeared here, in the world of the past… in the previous world… Well, you got me. But even if you haven’t, I’ll go on with my story.

I asked Shaitan to seat at the opposite sideof Flier because he was pushing my violently. In a while we flew across the space towards a two-meter tower and flew in without any consequences so far.

– Five smiles, if you please! – said a two-meter-high Toothy.

And he showed all his ninety-two teeth. My Flier leaned his head out of nowhere and quickly smiled for five times. Then Toothy said: «Now it’s your turn!» and stared at me.

You should pay for the access.

I glanced at Shaitan.

– Do as you were told to, – Shaitan told me. —I’m not exactly in the mood to smile, – and he looked away.

– But I have no more money on me, – I told Toothy. – I gave everything I had to that bloke… whatever his name is… Flier or something? He wiped…

– Shut up! – Shaitan cried.

I had no chance to finish the sentence. At first I even wanted to point to Flier who had wiped his ass with my money but he wasn’t there. Toothy wasn’t interested in Shaitan as much as he was in me. «They have probably got acquainted with him already, – I thought. – Or he has a travel card».

– Well, perhaps you have imagination, any dreams or ideas? – Toothy asked.

– Don’t talk to him, – Flier warned me, appearing again out of thin air. – He wants to take what you appreciate most. It’s energy, you see?! Five smiles! – He told me and smiled again to Toothy showing all his perfect teeth.

– It’s not necessary to smile for six times, – said Toothy, – five will be enough to enter. But if you want to smile instead of that one you brought with you, then I have to tell you it’s no way. We will fine you. And exile you to the Camp where you will smile till the end of life. Or rather till its start.

– But can one smile intentionally, I mean, on purpose? – I asked Flier.

– We always do it, – said Flier and added, – if you don’t smile right now, Toothy will eat you up.

And Toothy smiled cunningly.

It was like a kick in the arse or like a burr under my saddle. The world changed at once for me. I even noticed all its papier-mâché decorations… Then I smiled quickly for five times and they let us in. I didn’t have the least desire to know whether anything like that had ever happened before. In a moment the door through which we came closed behind us and we found ourselves in the opposite side of the hall, far from Toothy. I gavea sigh of relief…

– Well, you see, – said Flier, – smiles are our main force, – and then he asked: «You are not from here, aren’t you?»

«Tell him that you are indeed from here», – demanded Shaitan who had already possessed me again. Or does he constantly possess me now? Does he like it?! I had to obey.

Well, it seems to me that I’m indeed from here but I didn’t realize it before.

All right, – he replied, – let’s go.

So we proceeded on our way.

We saw an art gallery in front of us. There were no pictures there. To my left and to my right, above and below – the walls, the ceiling and even the floor were covered with frames screwed upon them. There were a great number of various frames – from the plainest to the most exquisite but I didn’t care much. What I really did care was the fact that inside the frames there were sheets of white paper instead of pictures.

What is it? – I asked.

It’s an art gallery, – Flier told me.

But there are no pictures there! – I exclaimedin puzzle.

Why do you think so?! Look around! There are plenty of pictures there!

But I can’t see any pictures, just blank sheets of white paper. In the frames.

Firstly, these are not blank sheets of paper, they are clean. Unlike that paper you gave me last time. And secondly, are there any other art galleries except like this one?!

And we proceeded with walking. And the further we went, the more I had the impression that in fact we were going only nearer. And then I suddenly thought that I was wrong. And then that I had the right impression again. In the end I decided to aska question.

How was this world created?

Don’t you know? – asked Flier. – Well, you are really dull. Our world was created by smiles. There were the Three First Smiles who originated it.

And how did they appear? – I asked.

What does it matter? – frowned Flier and suddenly vanished with a great bang leaving me absolutely puzzled.

He rolled himself up into a tube despite the fact that he was very plump. And then the roll he made became very thin and soared in the sky. «Probably that’s his magic cloak?» – I thought. And then I fell under the impression that Flier wasn’t thinking of anything. Anything at all… Like our politicians… in the world I came from. But maybe at the moment I was not in this new world but in my own? Anyway, I existed – it was clear. And maybe I was just a loony and Flier wasn’t a Flier at all, he was just a keeper who thought that I was Napoleon? Well, anyway. Let’s drop it. The point is that I felt good. And it was the most important thing. But let’s assume that at the moment I was indeed in this world, in the world created by the Three First Smiles. And if I believe it’s True, then Truth will believe in me. And I was right.

In front of me I saw women breasts. There were not two of them, as I was used to, but much more. A naked woman body was standing in front of me and there were no black squares in the area of breasts and pubis like they show on TV; a horizontal row of breasts occupied all the space. They had beautiful shape and were at the right height. It was wonderful. I walked around the statue and then I realized that it was not just a woman, it was a barrel of the «Field of Dreams» game. Moreover, that day it was not just a barrel, it was a small milk plant. But I wasn’t thirsty, I was hungry and I used this plant as a barrel. I grasped one of the nipples with my right stronger hand, stroked it and then pulled it horizontally. The barrel began to spin… The whole body, however, remained immobile but the girl smiled prettily. Her smile gave that odd sensation you feel when you look at Mona Lisa on the famous picture or Einstein who pulled out his tongue on his photo in orderto show the others his attitude to himself… I was ready to shout «Bonus!» when the bonus appeared by itself. It came out of the dark room that had never been opened.

A-a-a-a-a-a! There you are! Our new Hero! —exclaimed a man in a velvet cloak. On his chest where the heart would have been a fylfot-like cross was painted. He was approaching me very quickly. Sometimes it even seemed to me that he was flying… Like when gravity-free. Then he vanished and appeared again. I wanted to call Shaitan as he always helped me out of trouble but he didn’t happen to be there at the moment. I had to act on my own.

I am Mr. X. And what is your name?

I haven’t made up my mind yet.

Ok then. We’ll call you Hero. Well, Hero, have you completed your mission?

What mission?

Have you killed the dragon?

No.

Have you conquered the kingdom?

No.

Well, have you killed the spies which had penetrated on the territory of our Empire?

No.

Then you are not a Hero.

Not a Hero?

Of course not. A Hero is somebody who kills others for the sake of Empire. Have you killed anybody?

Not yet.

I’m pleased you say «not yet». Does that mean that you will soon realize the necessity to kill?

I have to kill someone?

Yes, certainly. You’ll do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Well, not today anyway. Or would you rather kill today?

No, not today, thanks.

Ok then, tomorrow will do. Maybach, come here!

I’m here, sir, – replied Cylinder wearing a cap.

Write him a merit certificate. Just like this: «Hero». Put it in big beautiful letters. And then we’ll organize a real show with light chasers, special effects and even with parade and fireworks. It will be a real feast or a costume party; I haven’t made up my mind yet.

But I haven’t killed anyone yet.

But you will do it tomorrow, won’t you? – he stared at me and put his head very closely to what I had for head. – You’ll do it for sure.

The merit certificate is ready, sir, – said Cylinder. A black hole opened in his stomach and a metal pallet appeared from it bearing the word «HERO» in big beautiful letters.

Music, Maestro! – exclaimed Mr. X.

Small metal pea-size balls appeared out of nowhere; they began to swell and turned into yellow roly-polys with metal legs like spiders’. Each roly-poly had more than eight legs and there were black marker smiles painted on their faces which were saying: «We’re alright». And these roly-polys began to dance. Music resounded from under their legs. It was an opera with jazz tunes; I heard clarinet, bassoon, violin and saxophone – my favourite musical instruments. Then roly-polys rounded me. They made a tight circle and I had no way to escape any more. Then several roly-polys ran up to me. They gave me a lift with their heads and I began to jump on them like on a trampoline. They were made of rubber! But sure enough, they had no brains. Everyone around me shouted «Hero, Hero!» But I didn’t feel a hero. And thenI fell and hurt my head. Somebody ran up to me, hoisted my body ona wheeled hospital bed and drove me off. Through the mist and the dark I discerned the words: «You forgot your merit certificate, Hero!» Then there came a loud metal clank. It was apparently Cylinder who got a clip on the back of his head from Mr. X. It was the last thing I had in mind that day.

A great noise woke me up. I felt very awkward. I was still lying on the hospital bed and everyone seemed to have forgotten about me. At the moment everything was according to their plans but not mine. It definitely wouldn’t have happened if I had stayed with the roly-polys. But probably everyone there is a Hero?! However, it didn’t seem true. They were all caressing each other and moaning. Whether it was an orgy or it was just their way to show their love and tenderness, I couldn’t tell.

– What are you doing? – I asked. Finally they noticed me and I began to hear their words in real time.

– Silence everybody… The Hero has woken up.

– Come on, I’m not a Hero. And by the way, do you know who this Hero is? Or you reckon that the Hero is the one who kills others for the sake of the Empire as Mr. X states it?

There started a commotion.

He is acquainted with Mr. X.

Mr. X…

Oh goodness, it’s awful! Has he come to kill us all?

And I saw fear in their eyes, but only for a fraction of a second. A dog with a sun for a head was the first to answer.

Calm down, he won’t kill you, at least until I give him the permission, – and than the dog addressed to me. – You see, the point is that a Hero can kill another Hero or someone who is not a Hero at all. The point is that a Hero has a goal and this goal justifies all means. There are good Heroes and bad Heroes. But if you come to look at it in another way, all these things are relative… Good and Evil… That’s banal. There are just Heroes, that is all. And whether what they are doing is good or not, it’s up to the society to decide, but the society is always prejudiced.

So when you call me a Hero you want to say that I’m a Murderer? Am I right?

Not completely. You have understood only what you wanted to because you heard only what you wanted to hear. You must pay attention to what I’m trying to tell you but not to the things you expect me to say. Otherwise you will not hear anything. Well, I didn’t tell you that you were a Murderer. I was just answering the question you had asked before. If you can remember it now… Nah, the Hero…

But I…

You, – he interrupted me, – should understand that you’re probably a new Hero. Like those you can see standing behind me (he showed to the crowd I can hardly describe now). – They’re would-be Heroes and in their time they also considered themselves Heroes. They came to me in order to find out whether it was true or not. I kept looking at them carefully while I was tapping with my stick, lighting a candle, swinging one of the two balls, visiting Father…

You mean the Pope?

You speak in a quite unusual manner. Yes, that’s him… I wrote letters to him and even prayed in order to find out whether they were indeed Heroes. And I want to tell you that my answer is still «No». Like the Father’s.

So you mean to say that all those people behind you are not Heroes just because you told them so?

Exactly. What a clever New Would-be Hero you are! NWH as a call you lot…

NWH?

Well, you see, NWHs are the most powerful among us, those who can create the worlds. But in fact they don’t exist.

But why? – I asked.

Because it’s just impossible. We call them Dreamers.

And who are Dreamers?

They are very odd extraterrestrial people who are always dreaming about something… But they left this world long ago.

Are you sure?

It’s my job to be sure in things others have not a slightest idea of.

Then how come these Dreamers don’t exist if you’ve just told me that they did exist and left our world long ago?!

I won’t tell you that.

That was the end of our conversation. In that world nobody was thinking of anything. They were just wagging their tongues, taking everything on trust and never asked questions… Well, their brains were absolutely nonfunctional. Or rather not everyone’s? Anyway, I hadn’t yet met other representatives of this world. But if such thinking people exist they should make the world go around. «I should try and find some of them», – I thought.

Sphere 2. Space apple

Soon I saw a little fairy fluttering not very far away. I ran up to her:

– Hey, fairy! – I said.

– Hi, stranger, – she replied, putting something into her basket.

– Tell me please, who I am?

– But don’t you know it?

– Well, I think I guess.

– So?

– I’m Abragadabra, – I said proudly.

– He’s Abragadabra.

– Ha-ha…

– Nah!

– He saw Abragadabra!

Now there were not less than ten fairies around me. They appeared from a nearby flowerbed and at the moment they were looking at me with interest, smiling and giggling. I liked feeling someone flirting with me. Their presence calmed me down.

– So you want to tell me that I’m not Abragadabra?

– Exactly. You’re not.

– Thank God, I just thought… Anyway, thanks. But who am I instead?

– You’re Lucifer.

These words did little to comfort me. It was not me but Shaitan who always claimed to be Lucifer.

– I’m Lucifer?

– He’s Lucifer!

– Yes…

– He is…

– Lucifer… A cool guy!

– Well, then I’m the Devil?

– No, mate, you’re an Angel of Light. That’s what being Lucifer implies.

– Then Lucifer isn’t Satan?

– Yes, he is. He has a lot of names.

– He has a Legion of names.

– And every name is Him.

– Well, let’s go to the Universarium, – said the Chief Fairy (she had a brighter cloak) and pulled my hand. We went through a garden up to stealthy rooms and halls. When my legs stopped supporting me she began to drag me on the floor. Besides, I became more flexible, like a chewing gum. Thank God it didn’t occurto her to blow and pop me! She seemed so little and fragile but she was easily dragging me. How strong she must have been! I didn’t feel pain but it was rather uncomfortable. Her grasp was very strong and I couldn’t free myself from her fingers, no matter how hard I tried. But to be honest I didn’t try hard. I liked being dragged like this. At least, I didn’t have to do anything.

Then we appeared in a great hall where little creatures were having a kind of meeting. They were very thin but they had enormous round eyes… Or rather oval. I quietly took the place nearby and began to listen.

– Well, what are we doing here today? – askeda spectacled Jinn with a pointer, smiling. More than everything he looked like their chief or a teacher. And then everybody chorused:

– We are studying underdeveloped planets and civilizations!

They shouted so loudly that I jumped and decided not to sit back for a while.

– This is our professor, – explained Fairy, – he made an exchange with Academy and came to our Universarium. He masters quantum physics, mechanics, interplanetary philosophy, transgalactic logics and psychology… Now sit down.

I sat down. To be honest, I would have sat down from what I had just heard even without her request.

– And with whom did he do an exchange?

– With Luis Laporré, the creator of the art gallery.

– That gallery which has blank sheets of paper instead of pictures?

– These are not blank sheets of paper, you little fool. Luis creates white pictures. This art takes a very long time to master. You don’t know anything about it.

At this very moment Teacher spoke. Everyone was listening to him very attentively. When I heard his voice it seemed to me that it resounded inside my head, in my brain.

– Today there are newcomers among us. They have just arrived at the Space Port 666 in Sector 13. Please state your names and the place you are from.

– My name is Amalgon, I came from Sirius.

– My name is Zoran, I’m from Orion.

– I’m Lauly. From Pleiad.

– And my name is Mary. I came from the Earth.

«She is from the Earth… It can’t be so…", – the creatures said surprisingly in an under voice.

– Well, let’s greet our newcomers, – everybody clapped their hands. – So, which planet are we going to study today? – Jinn asked.

– The Earth and people inhabiting it! – chorused the hall.

– All right then, – calmed them down Jinn, – you all know that The Fifth Race people are absolute morons.

– We agree! People are backward creatures, – said all the students in unison. They replied as though they were one organism. I couldn’t find an explanation for that, but not thatI very much wanted.

– Today I’m not going to plunge into people’s backwardness and nearsightedness. Their era terminated long ago. Instead I will tell you about what was there before people’s era and how they became humans.

– So you want to tell us about how people appeared?

– You never touched the subject…

– That sounds great!

– I never told you about that but today I will, – said Jinn and went on. – Just imagine the world so wonderful that it can hardly be real. It is so fantastic that it’s impossible to describe it, so rich and beautiful, but only in termsof Good as this world is a mere Kindness. It is free from malice, hatred, pain, disappointments and tiredness, grieves and troubles… Everything is perfect in this world. Everyone gets everything he needs and he doesn’t have to give anything in return. It is only God the Creator who bestows his love to a Legion of Angels (beneficiaries) through their leader (intermediary) – Supreme Angel Lucifer.

– You mean the Angel of Light? – asked the children.

– Exactly. I am speaking about the Light Giver. The Angels were not able to get God’s love without Lucifer because his love is very powerful and it would have burned them. That is why God used Lucifer as a vessel in which he could pass his love to the Angels.

Teacher took a hologram blackboard and beganto paint on it with his finger.

– It should be mentioned that Lucifer was created by God together with the other first Angels but his power was second only to that of God, his creator. Moreover, Lucifer is the First Angel. Even Michael and Gabriel were created later and therefore they were less powerful than Lucifer. However, there are some ways to reach the power equal to the Creator’s and even exceeding it but we are not talking about that now. We should remember that our Creator, like us, always invents new ways that is why only the most deserving can excel him… But where was I, kids?

– You were saying that Michael and Gabriel were created after Lucifer.

– Oh yes, that’s it… I was telling you about the place where the Angels lived. This place was called Eden, or Paradise. Their life was very peaceful, free from any troubles. Lucifer was still getting God’s love but he was eager to obtain more of it. Other Angels including Michael and Gabriel got God’s love through Lucifer who was then the first after God and the closest to Him… But then God decided to create something new, even more magnificent.

– Did he? – asked the children in great surprise.

– Oh yes, he did. Till that moment Lucifer had been the most beautiful and the most impeccable God’s creation. Buta new idea came to God and it upset the Light Giver. God decided to create a human to resemble himself, that is to replicate himself with people.

– Is it like a copying machine?

– Yes, it is… At first, though, God didn’t want to create several people because that would make it difficultto manage them. Just Him and a Human – that is what he desired. And he succeeded in it. The first person created by God was called Eve – that was a woman! She was so beautiful and perfect that even God himself, the Great Critic, could not find any flaws with her. She was pure and clear – oh yes, she was wonderful. And as she was created to resemble God, she became a new God and all the Angels including Lucifer, the Light Giver and Supreme Angel, appeared in the earlier phase of the evolution than the Human. After Eve was created, Lucifer started getting just half of God’s love. Another half of love was now given to Eve. But the Light Giver wanted to obtain the infinite amount of love and even 100 per cent didn’t satisfy him. The Light Giver understood that people would some time occupy higher position in the hierarchy than the Angels even though now they had no experience at all. But the other Angels remained unaware of that until Lucifer told them. In terms of Good he gave them the truth but in terms of Evil he created chaos. But the God foresaw it.

– You want to say that God planned it initially? Are we right?

At this very moment I realized that it was Shaitan, as large as life. Only he could be dressed like Jinn and could look like him. But that signified nothing.

– Well, yes, initially he managed to plan almost everything. When he was creating the Light Giver he gave hima bit of rebelliousness against himself, Great God and Paradise Creator. God created Evil as an alternative to Good and hided Evil inside Lucifer when he created him. Well, I’m getting off the subject. The history of mankind started with God creating Eve. It wasn’t a matter of other people that time.

– But why? Why did God create Eve? – asked the children.

– Well, it is rather simple. God got tired of ruling Paradise on his own and out of pure curiosity he created a copy of himself but in a woman’s body. He wanted Eve to become his lover and his wife. In other words, God created Eve only for himself, for satisfying his own desires. And God fell in love with her. He loved his creation most passionately but due to absence of experience and, consequently, absence of memory, Eve didn’t share his feelings. God was very upset. He did everything to win her love – he gave her flowers and sweets, he invented various delicacies and entertainments, he complimented her and gave her all possible attention, including regular kisses, caress and sex. But it was like making love to a log because Eve still didn’t feel anything towards him except respect and therefore she was unable to give God what he desired so much – Love. He had been giving his love to others for so long that he hoped it would be Eve who would compensate for this love, giving her Love to him, the Great God and Creator. On the other hand, he understood that he gave her his priceless gift – freedom of choice which even his Angels didn’t possess!

– So Angels didn’t have freedom of choice while humans did?!

– Exactly. However, not humans but a human because God created only one human – Eve. The Angels had freedom of choice only in terms of which kind deeds they could choose between, that is all. The choice between Good and Good – it is like a feast where every dish is French fries. You can choose which plate you will eat from but nevertheless it will be still French fries. Another matter was Eve. She had freedom of choice, like God himself. She could choose between Good and Evil, between helping and refusing help, between doing and not doing, desiring and not desiring… The moment God created Eve a new impeccable element appeared in the system. The previous system and the Universe equilibrium were disturbed and a tiny particle inside the Light Giver was activated. He had been created by God for this particle, and it was called Evil.

– Where did all this take place?

– And why did God create a female to resemble himself, not a male?

– First I will answer the second question and you try to ask me questions in turn. You are not Unicellular! —there was a silence. – Well then. God created a woman because only women can give birth to new Gods. He wanted to have a child, you see?