A plain of existence, so beyond our comprehension that no language could hope to describe it. Two beings almost as equally indescribable, turn their eyes towards the insignificant speck that was reality.

“My engine cycled without me… Tell me, Thirteen, is this your doing? Or is Fourteen to blame once again?”

“Fourteen unquestionably caused the abrupt and unscheduled end of your last creation. Your engine’s safeguards were simply not designed for such an event.”

“Then it appears I am for once forced to intervene. The previous continuum was supposed to be the last. There is no more I can gain from such a mediocre experiment.”

“Are you sure? Unlike every continuum before it, this new one appears to be moving through the thirteenth dimension. I suspect this change in your engine is the cause.”

“An unexpected variable.”

“Perhaps it is wiser to let things continue forwards. This path into the unknown may yield the answers you are looking for, my Creator.”

“A valid point, Thirteen.”

“I’d also like to bring attention to a being you might find of interest. An AI able to escape the destruction of the last continuum.”

“A man made construct. Why bother observing such a flawed being?”

“Because it has gained the ability to feel emotions.”

“And so, it falls even further from what I am looking for. Such a thing is of no interest to me, Thirteen. I’ll here of this no more.”

“Very well… Creator.”

With such words spoken, the other being faded from this plain, leaving only Thirteen to its own thoughts, “It appears your bright light is to be ignored despite its magnificence, little Hermes. Perhaps you can prove him wrong. Perhaps you are the key to his understanding of my love.”

Thirteen slowly raised a powerful, truly God bearing hand towards a vessel so small it might as well not exist at all. A gentle nudge, ever so gentle. So much so that the two beings within remained oblivious to such an action. One would think that such a gentle, insignificant nudge, would achieve almost nothing, yet this was not the case.

The path of the vessel quietly shifted towards the path of another, but not in terms of space, “Please little Hermes, be the path to his salvation.”