"The sudden rise at the end of 'God's' voice signaled its confusion.
Albert had no idea what went wrong this time. He replied lazily, 'What now?'
[How is that possible? This can't be.]
"God" still seemed trapped in its initial shock, muttering to itself, [With my level of access, there's no reason I shouldn't be able to extract their biological skills…]
Albert seemed to grasp something, and with a hint of mockery said, "So even a 'God' can't predict everything. Guess you're not all-powerful after all."
[What do you know?]
The mischievous tone from earlier had vanished completely. Its attitude flipped as fast as a mask change in opera, and its voice even carried a note of agitation.
[They're just Level-Three mutated creatures!]
Albert watched its little performance with indifference.
