It was a time of great richness of being. The wrong kind of richness and the wrong kind of being, but still it was wealth, and I cannot discount it as a time without personal success. Or at least what felt like triumph at the time. Because I was creating, generating immortals by the dozens, and then the hundreds. Within a few weeks, I had numbers at my disposal that would give the greatest dictators in history pause.
And they were attached to me, dependent upon me. They would never leave me, unless I told them to. I would be the one doing the abandoning. But why would I ever? I had an army to do my bidding.
I remember that feeling, creating eternal servants, one right after the other.
And I understood then how God feels.