“Let’s visit everyone in the universe and fix their lives!” Jane says.

“I’m busy,” Martin says.

People die. People die in droves. There’s horror and cruelty and hunger and disease.

“Come on.”

“I’m busy,” Martin explains.

Statues of the Buddha crumble. Soldiers torture prisoners of war. An angry and desperate crowd razes a museum.

“Now?” Jane asks.

“No.”

Jane sits down and sulks. “Sometimes I don’t think you want to fix everyone’s lives.”

“I don’t,” Martin says. “I want to make their lives hard. I want to push people until they break. It’s cool. Sometimes it makes them better.”

“But what about the dead?”