Goshes

The new gods were more sensitive than the last batch. For one thing, instead of being called “gods,” they insist on being called “goshes.” They refuse to look at us while we use the toilet or fornicate. We no longer pass gas; it’s released gently through our pores, and smells like sage. They made our blood clear, so it doesn’t stain everything if you have an accident. Reproduction is now by cloning. They also canceled death, because they couldn’t handle its messy emotional ramifications, which we were always going through. It’s getting really crowded here now…but at least it’s spotless.