We had known each other too long not to know when I was serious. And what should we call this entity?”
For a moment it seemed to me that the rivers stopped their flow, the bird of paradise folded its wings and fell silent, then the whisper came again, this time clearly and seemingly a little timid:
“You may call me God.”
*
The days began to pass one after the other, then so did the years without being bothered by God or whoever he was. I had oxygen for another five hours or so, but even if I’d had it for five days it would have been the same. I thought to myself, and then I heard the whisper again, as if it had been carried by the wind:
“Bae, bae.”
“Yes I want a bath, I said before I realized what I was doing. So I weighed my words as carefully as I could and then told him:
“The shuttle was damaged on impact with the ground, and we, along with its components, were thrown out.
