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The Plans For Earth

And on the first day God unveiled the plans for the Earth and the heavens. “What do you think?”, said the almighty. “Pretty sweet right?”
“I don’t know...” said the investors. “It seems pretty derivative” said one man in an expensive suit. 
“Derivative? No! It’s completely different! Really!” protested God. 
The boardroom exchanged raised eyebrows and shrugs. Someone called for another double espresso. A stern looking woman said “look, God, we think you’re great. Really, we do. But do we really need another planet?”
God ruffled the sheets he had laid out, “no this one is totally different!”.
“Look!” Someone interrupted. “It’s a sphere, it orbits a star, I mean we’ve seen I wrong?” he looked around the room and fetched approving nods. 
“It’s a geoid...” mumbled God. 
“Oh?” said someone encouragingly, “how is that different from a sphere?”
“Well...some parts are kind of flat...” and God sensing the room pulling back started speaking louder “but you have to, see-this one will have life…
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