Mobius felt somewhat depressed, with the distinct sensation that he had been played. He wanted to become a Unique God too, but that was simply impossible. After all, Mobius had worked in the antimatter universe for so many years without seeing any hope of becoming a Unique God. He withdrew his hand, turned around, and silently flew toward the nearest universe. "How many universes do you need?" Mobius asked slowly. "The more, the better. Just do your thing. Once I've collected enough, I'll leave and won't disturb you." "...