Spagetti shrugged and pressed an invisible button. Nothing happened. He looked annoyed. "I have to be in my domain for this to work. Let's step back through the portal, though I do want to come back for a visit, on my own, if you're ok with that." His gaze lingered on the angels.
I chuckled. "Not a problem. I would advise against any attempts at subversion, though. My angels are truly devoted." I wasn't going to mention that my angels had no gender or desire for sex. I'm sure that he just wanted to visit. Heh.
As to why that was so, it's simple. If you create a race of eternal beings, why would you design them with reproduction capabilities? Not only would there be an overpopulation problem eventually, that would remove the main impetus behind the children being loyal to me personally, as I'd not be the direct Creator of the offspring. If I'd just given angels a gender and a desire for physical companionship, not only would that distract me for obvious reasons, but they would also be distracted from any duties I asked them to perform for me. Additionally, if they were able to form such partnerships outside of the flock, no matter how difficult it may be to accomplish, the possibilty of betrayal from their spouses at least would become a certainty, if not in a hundred years, then a hundred thousand years.
I stepped through the portal back to Spagetti's realm. We tested out the Hero gifting process in the orchard expansion I'd created, and it worked! I guess his System recognized that as part of his domain, an amazingly passive aggressive takeover on its part, but no matter. I felt a tingle and a shift, as his System started to install add ons to my existence. And then I reverted to my save file; the changes extensive enough to set off my System's loading process. Which means it was time to find out if any of those plugins had been malware in disguise. I made sure the system had logged all changes before reverting me, and loaded them into a virtual simulacrum of my self using the VMD. (Virtual modeling design program is just too much of a mouthful.)
I turned to Spaghetti. "Want a link to the program so you can see me run tests on the Hero module? " He was, oddly, still shaken at how easily the Heroic "gifts" had been cancelled by me. He just stared.
I sighed. "Silence is acceptance. Here you go." I projected the VMD to his mind.
He gasped. "System, why don't I have this? How are we supposed to be creative without a testing platform? OK, so you didn't have this creative feature? Then freaking make it a core feature! OK, I'll ask."
He looked at me. "My System, though it expects us to be creative, isn't that good at being creative itself. It wants the creation formula for your VMD."
My eyebrows rose at that. Sounds like he was one unhappy customer, despite having his own world, godlike powers, and eternal life. Then again, he must be frustrated at the idea that I had something better for the job of Creator right off the bat, when he'd been stuck clumsily flailing around with his creations.
Anyways, giving his System my VMD creation formula would help our relationship, but I would like compensation.
"I'll trade the formula for the formula of all the magic types and their spells you have on file." One should always ask big with a System like his; it seemed used to giving rewards that greatly exceed the worth of effort put in.
His eyes glowed an eerie blue. Spooky. "DEAL." That was fast, but not entirely unexpected. We weren't trading anything that I wouldn't have figured out after much trial and error. It was nice to skip that part, though.
My System reached out through my mind. Then there was a mental blur as a vast amount of data traded hands. I sat down, feeling quite dizzy. That was a little more intense than I expected. Spagetti had also collapsed to the floor and was out again. His System really needed to strengthen his mental abilities.