Once again God deletes the failed work, just as humans do with robots.
The remaining Descendants are trying to regain their former glory with gears and steam, and I am obviously not one of them.
Life on the airship was more boring than a dervish from an old age, until I picked up and repaired the abandoned god.
It only has half a face, and no matter how excessive my request is, he never refuses.
I think the gods are not hopeless.
Purpose: Human nature is valuable