[Promethean] But you've got to have faith...

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The house was relatively quiet; only the faint sound of the television could be heard in the background. Desdemona felt quiet too. She sat on her bed, feeling the bedsprings shift under her weight. Everything in this small room felt more real tonight, more solid. She wondered if she was about to reach another milestone on her path. She liked doing that. They made her happy.

Desdemona closed her eyes and folded her hands. So this was praying. She wondered what she should say to God. Then she wondered what God was. She should probably have asked that while she was still with Marcellus (or whatever he'd be calling himself).

How would it read her thoughts? Did it always read her thoughts, or only ones she thought at it? Why didn't it like Prometheans? Or did it? Did God feel Disquiet? It was all very confusing.

She clasped her hands together and concentrated.

'Hello, God,' she thought at it. 'My name's Desdemona, and I'm a Galatean. I am curious about faith, and Marcellus Copernicus said praying might help Redeem. I would like to Redeem, even though Brutus tried to make us not want to. I want it very, very much. I don't know if you can help with that, or if you want to, but if you do that would be good.'

Desdemona paused and opened her eyes, looking at her books but not really thinking anything. Then she closed her eyes again. 'And if you don't want to help, please at least don't interfere, as I will get very upset and I don't like being upset. Thank you. Goodbye.'

She opened her eyes again and gave a satisfied sigh. Even if God hadn't paid attention to her, she certainly felt better. For tonight that was enough.