@loki.odinson

[selfimage]

Since the vast majority of you aren't used to being worshiped- you know, being erected shrines, answering prayers etc. etc.- I'd like to pose a philosophical quandary.

To those of you consider yourselves human: Are you still human? Or has time here, our arrival here, made us something else?

To those of us that aren't human, I'd like your thoughts as well. I'm in that bucket of course, and my perspective may not entirely align to the mortal crowd.
True or not, it's something to think about in the way that we conduct ourselves.

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[selfimage]

There's certainly a reason why they're doing it. You don't think that should be considered? It is, after all, their world and not ours.

[plainsimple]

A reason other than what we already are and do?

[selfimage]

History, of course.

[plainsimple]

Forgive me, but whose history are we discussing?

[selfimage]

Ours, sort of.
Have you been to the ruins yet? The ones around the gates?
It's not just worship to consider.

[plainsimple]

I haven't seen the ruins, no. I didn't know that there were ruins to see, my mistake.

But as far as our history goes, do you speak of prior Displaced? Were there ones before the year or so ago that people showed up? It's little surprised that an early civilization would worship people from a later-stage civilization; I've seen it plenty of times in our universe.

[selfimage]

Before the worshipers leader met his mysterious and unfortunate demise, he called us "god touched."
The history I'm talking of is as such is what he made an effort to show us in those ruins. Perhaps not as Displaced, but something else. That's a name we gave ourselves. Of course, this isn't just from his own words, but the actions that we took in opening the gates.

[plainsimple]

Was that in the welcome information I was given and I missed it? I'd be fascinated to know more, though I find it particularly hard to believe in 'gods.'

[selfimage]

You're multiversally displaced into another world where we all do touchy feeling sharesies and the god thing is the part that's hard to swallow?

[plainsimple]

I was previously familiar with alternate universes, and I know of a few species who are touch-telepaths. So yes.

[selfimage]

In all your alternate universes you never came upon the divine?
Surprising.

[plainsimple]

So far what's been come across are simply species with more advanced technologies or who are more evolved, who claim godhood to more primitive species. My people have no room for the divine.

[selfimage]

How droll.
Advanced technology and claims are certainly one thing, but don't necessarily seem to fit the bill in definition, unfortunately.

[plainsimple]

What is it that convinces you the divine is involved in this situation?

[selfimage]

I'm a deity by definition.
There's not much out there that can suppress my abilities and perceptions. It's not just that, of course, but coupled with both our antics at the gates and the worshipers' insistence.

[plainsimple]

What makes you worthy of worship? What makes you a god?

[selfimage]

Nothing makes someone worthy of anything, it's more about what I am.
My relationship with reality is different from most immortals' or mortals', that's part of what makes me a deity.

[plainsimple]

I've encountered a race that had quite the odd relationship with reality. They were divorced from time, could make entire fleets vanish, and could produce objects that gave various accurate prophetic visions. They weren't gods, however, simply another people.

There's also an individual of another race who claims omnipotence and omniscience and at the very least has impressive abilities that he misuses and claims to be a god, but he is not one.

What is it about your relationship to reality that makes you a god? How do you define deity? Particularly if it's not about worship?

[selfimage]

Most creatures are real. They are born, they write their own legends on an ink guided by their own hand and die.
Me? I'm not of the folk, my narrative is written by those who are not me- and thus, I am the product of those stories written of me. The universe regurgitates the myth and here I am. My own existence and memories a mishmash of possibilities. There are several stories that guide my own childhood, and I remember all of them as if they were true.

[plainsimple]

Well. That's new.

[He actually doesn't have an explanation for that. Or words, for that matter.]

...I will bow to your seemingly superior expertise in this matter, but not actually bow. I hope you don't mind.

[selfimage]

That's far out of vogue.
I hear people are offering up pastries, pancakes and delectable mortal deserts in tribute nowadays.

[plainsimple]

Or, perhaps, alcohol.

So as someone who may well be a deity, you feel that there are deities involved here?

[selfimage]

Or something of that sort, yes.
I'll not split hairs in terminology of powerful cosmic beings until we've some sort of proof in the matter.

[plainsimple]

My point, my dear, is that you believe a being to be behind this, rather than advanced technology?

[selfimage]

Well, I suppose I should ask what makes you think it's just advanced technology?