Maybe Next Time

"Can you believe these people?" 

"Right? Absolutely insane." 

"Heh, horns, though. That's pretty funny." 

"Yeah, what's with that? I mean, I was an angel. Where did the horns come from? Did you tell them I was part goat or something? How did I end up with horns and you ended up getting painted like Gandalf?" 

"You know the human imagination..." 

"I know you went a little overboard on that one." 

"Well, I thought they would use it for like...space travel and world peace." 

"Yeah, that hasn't really worked out too well, has it?" 

"That's the danger with free will. You never know what direction it's going to take a species." 

"It's kind of taking them in a weird direction." 

"The weirdest part is that they think we're the ones doing it. I thought they would have figured out by now that they're responsible for their own destinies." 

"Well, when you load up a species with infinite free-will, thumbs and no common sense, this is what happens. You were there for my rebellion, right? You saw what a fucking mess that was. And we were angels. You thought these infants were going to do better?" 

"I hoped. Hope is a powerful thing." 

"Your 'hope' is laying waste to a planet and destroying itself from the inside out. Your 'hope' is breeding hatred and poison and creating a place much, much worse than any 'hell' I could ever build. And most of them are blaming it on us!" 

"Yeah. It's gotten a little out of hand. Oh, well. Maybe next time."