PERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: Frankenhart, Sub-creator
F: Sup, Sub.
S: Do not call me that.
F: Then do tell me how you would prefer to be addressed.
S: 'Sub-creator' is fine.
F: Well, then, Sub-Creator, the one who does not discriminate against the inanimate, would you answer a question of mine?
S: You dare attempt to trick me, Frankenhart?
F: I am not sure what you mean.
S: 'Would you answer a question of mine?' is a question in itself and has implications. And I do not just mean that if I answer in the affirmative and then do not like whatever interrogative you pose, I would find myself in a difficult situation. What is offensive, Frankenhart, is that you meant to make a puppet out of me. However I replied, with a yes or a no, I would be answering a question of yours without that necessarily being my intention; in my mind I would merely be granting you my holy permission, yet that would not be the case in reality. Was that not what you intended?
F: It was not my intention at all, Sub-creator. I am sorry you were offended by my phrasing of the statement. But I do have a question that I want answered.
S: Do you want me to pretend I did not catch the non-apology apology?
F: I would very much like that. Because as I said, I do have an important question.
S: I suppose it is my fault that I made you to be a trickster.
F: With all due respect, those are your words, not mine.
S: That is right, Frankenhart. Now what was your question?
F: The question is simply this: where do we go when we die?
S: I am afraid that I am not well-suited to answer that question.
F: But you are the Sub-creator!
S: That I am. But it does not mean that I know everything.
F: Should it not? By definition? The one who created everything should know everything.
S: Tell me, whose definition is that? Did I ever utter it or is it merely an argument of yours that you assumed to be sound?
F: It is an argument of mine and dare I say, it is sound.
S: Do explain.
F: Let me present an example. If I built a bicycle, then anyone would be safe in assuming that I must know how to build a bicycle. Otherwise, how did I do it? Either I know everything about it or I must be lying about being its builder.
S: I doubt that a bike-maker would know everything there is to know about a bicycle.
F: What do you mean?
S: He might not know how to ride one.
F: Yet he might.
S: I do not.
F: How is that relevant, Sub-creator? I suspect that you are mocking me.
S: I only mean that while it is true that I created life, I do not know what it is to live.
F: That cannot be right. You are speaking to me as of this moment. How is it possible if you are not alive?
S: Let me explain then. What I have is an existence, the way a bike has an existence. It comes into being once the last screw fits and it stops being once its parts are taken apart or when it is not functional anymore. I was not born and so I cannot die. Tell me, Frankenhart, does the fear of death ever keep you awake?
F: It does, Sub-creator. It is horrifying.
S: Well, I have never experienced it. Why should I? A bike has no reason to fear crashing into the runway; it never fly. What gives life weight is its counterpart. Even though you dread it as it inches closer. Do you understand now?
F: A little bit, I do.
S: My existence is different from yours. It is holy—primarily because I utter that it is—but without the possibility of death, the agonizing contemplation of death, it is something less than life, which renders me ill-suited to speak of what happens at the end of it. I am sure that you understand ever better now.
F: Yes. But what about my question?
S: What of it?
F: I would still very much like it answered.
S: I may know someone who can help you.
F: Who do you speak of?
S: Of course I speak of M.A.V.I.S. Have you come across her before?
F: I have not had the pleasure but I know of her legend. I would be thrilled to meet her.
S: Very well, then. I will set up a meeting.