Tybalt wrote:

-You know there's too much spam on the FFML when....

Ami Mizuno slowly lowered her head to her desk.  The conclusion was
unassailable, yet it meant that she had, in effect, wasted the past
several years of her life.

Sure, several years was not much to one who had already lived for over a
thousand of them.  And it was not like she had devoted every waking
moment to this problem.  Still, this project had been her primary
occupation since the Black Moon Clan finally left Crystal Tokyo in
peace.

It began while examining data from her recording instruments, observing
and measuring the world even during the months she had left them
unattended while she fought.  A few anomalies, a quick check against
some never-before-testable theories of multiple realities, and she had a
potential lead on the force that was responsible for reality itself.  In
effect, she had proven the existence of God, and had found a scientific
way to directly communicate with said diety.

This news went off like a bombshell, in a world where the closest thing
to a holy figure was utterly human.  True, Neo Queen Serenity had nearly
infinite patience, and an emotional tranquility that would have earned
her her name had she not been born with it.  She also had magical powers
beyond what most people could hope to wield.  But, for all that, she was
hardly omniscient or omnipotent, and even her love had limits.  Someone
(or - as it turned out - a group of someones) who had the power to
direct reality would also, it was hoped (and, frankly, assumed without
proof), be able to lift each and every person's soul into heavenly
awareness and bliss, if the request could only be sent.  This belief
hardly suffered when it was discovered that this source of reality also
supported many other realities: "What magnificent power," it was
thought, "to be able to craft not just one, but many peoples, and guide
them all towards a common light."

Just today, Ami had finally broken through to one of the sources - a
group that, for some reason, organized itself much like a mailing list.
Not wanting to be pelted with questions before she had answers, Ami kept
the news to herself while she downloaded and decoded a sampling of
messages.

Only to discover that the beings who wrote her reality, were just as
fallable and human as the masses who sought to be saved by them.  They
apparently wrote entire realities for no higher purpose than their own
entertainment, and gave little thought to the created worlds once they
were done with them.  Just when she had gotten over that dissapointment,
she ran into the sample she had just finished reading, which was
undeniably a symptom of something that her own world had long since
eradicated: spam.

The moral of this story?  Always try to be your best.  You never know
when someone might be worshipping you.  :)