"Make the sky fuchsia?" she blurted after seven hundred million fifty-five thousand and thirty-two suggestions. "Haven't you been paying attention for the past two earth centuries? That tenacious lot keeps finding a glorified physical explanation for things like that. What else?"

"I think we can dry up the oceans?" she whispered unsure if she was close to a breakthrough or if God was closer to breaking up this banter with her. "They would just end up with some salt mountains. Also they are ridiculously close to moving to their neighboring celestial bodies so it might just be an incredulous effort."

"Can't you just tell them to behave or they are going to go extinct?" She grumbled giving up. "Now that is something we could do."

She shot up frazzled, "Excuse me? I didn't mean that you know, I just said it because" and was cut short "Because that dear Florence is what came to you as the next lucid option." Florence wanted to argue against the word of God but unfortunately for her, it was the word of God. There was indeed no margin of error in what had been decreed. She genuinely believed that it was the only way to enlighten the humans of Earth.