Help (possible draft/part 1)

"You can't be serious."

"Why not?  I created them and they're in trouble.  Why wouldn't I want to go help them out?"

"But you're suggested becoming one of them, joining into their midst, taking on all their weaknesses and limitations."

"I care for them.  I want to help them."

"But is this really the best way?"

"It's the only way, the only way I can really save them."

"Why don't you just zap them all and start again?"

"I suppose I could, but I promised I wouldn't."

"And you always keep your promises?"

"Yes."

"So you're really going to do this?  You're really going to go down into that muck of a mess and pretend to be one of them?"

"Not just pretend.  I really will be one of them."

"And how do you think they'll react when they realize their creator is right there walking among them?"

"Most of them won't even realize it, at least not until after I'm gone.  And those who do will either follow me or turn against me, maybe even both."

"So you're already expecting to be betrayed?"

"I know I'll be betrayed.  It's all part of the plan."

"What plan?"

"My plan."

"Did you know this was going to happen from the start?"

"I had my suspicions."

"Then why even start this wild experiment to begin with?  Why create this world?  Why create them?"

"They're kind-of like a part of me.  I put a part of who I am into them.  I gave them life."

"But why them?  Why not make something else, or some different variant that would have turned out differently?"

"I told you, they're mine.  I put my heart and my soul into creating them, guiding them, watching them thrive and diminish.  I feel their pain and sorrow.  I feel the pain they don't even know they feel.  I have to help them, to save them."

"By becoming one of them?"

"By becoming one of them."

"Well, good luck, my friend.  I wish you well."

"Luck has nothing to do with it."