"Yes. We cannot, it seems, predict anything that will happen outside of our—neighborhood, was I believe the word you used."

"I can write them right now -" Note to the peal: you need to find me right away will explain more later -

"Hopefully they can arrive here soon but—would they be able to find you as soon as they arrived in the neighborhood?"

"...should be able to, yeah, depending what went wrong exactly when I tried jumping..."

"Good. But while your peal is not here, you might not face the same limitations parahumans do. You are in fact our current best asset."

"Are there only the Entities on Earth, are there ones elsewhere, you have a lot of aliens -"

"They are a species, as far as we can determine, but we have not yet collected enough information to understand much about the past of their cycle, and we're not sure that information can be obtained the way we do it."

"I might be able to get it."

"That might shed some light on them—and help figure out a way to defeat them."

"What d'you want me to conjure -"

"I confess to not having given much thought to how to come up with the history of a species using a conjuration power. Do you have a standard procedure to do these things or should we try to work it out from scratch?"

"For something this urgent we'd pull a million people in Space Arda off their normal jobs and conjure the complete written works of the relevant civilizations - the one the Entities are from, and the ones they've destroyed - and have everyone read stuff and escalate relevant stuff. We don't have a million people - I could make them, I guess -"

"Has your prediction on whether the people you'd make would object to being made changed?"

"They definitely wouldn't object if we need them to save billions of worlds from genocide aliens, that's kind of the most extenuating circumstance you could possibly come up with."

"The fact that we know this much at all and even have this level of organization is sheer dumb luck; if whatever messed with Eden's plan—we suspect an unexpected third Entity, without a pair—hadn't happened, if she hadn't let Contessa get the instant victory power, if Contessa hadn't immediately thought of finding a way to keep her memories of her trigger event and stop the Entities, if Doctor Mother hadn't been exploring the place after several interdimensional portals popped up and met her just as Eden crippled her..."

"The vision the Entities had of the future included a broken-up Earth with several thousand little communities that could only barely scrape by. The Entities would provide us with monsters to test our mettle against, and revive us whenever we came too close to annihilation, pretending to be helpers and saints, keeping humanity exactly on the track of optimal shard development."

"Then the peal might still have saved your world but they wouldn't even have known that these disasters affect the whole neighborhood - or about all the other entities killing other worlds, there might be some even closer than Earth to getting shredded - or - or whatever -"

He wraps his wings around himself tightly.

Legend hugs him.

    "So yes, I do believe, making those people might be a good idea," says Doctor Mother.

"Okay." Here is a very large computer server - "it takes the chips a minute to write, there's more on each of them than your world has produced so far in all of history. I'm going to make a Maitimo, he'll know who else to make. He's my son - well, in universes where I have kids, I don't because I'm still a kid and also I'm growing up faster than my wife now so I don't really know if I'll still marry her. There're six Space ones, I know Leaf best because he hangs out in Warp with us but I should make one of the ones who doesn't have a boyfriend -" chip, which he inserts into the machine -

Hug.

"Note that my prediction for when the world would end takes this into account. It's... unlikely that Scion will do anything drastic anytime soon, but your arrival—and your peal's—could affect things in unpredictable ways."

Nod nod. 

The machine spits out a chip.

He squints at it, and now it's a person -

"- Epic," says the person, standing up, "it's not okay to fork people without their suicide trigger -"

" - oh, sorry, forgot - there now -"

His expression flickers and then he extends his arms.