"Why, what do they mean?"

"Loosely, minding that I'm not a professional translator - glory, glory be to God who shall save each and every one, who forbids that any soul shall perish for ever, universal salvation, universal salvation, glory, glory and then on like that in various combinations and the bridge has a bit about Jesus and what a swell fair-minded guy he was. And then the end is just alleluias."

"That could not possibly be better tailored for this audience. I may disagree theologically, but it's easily an improvement. I wonder if it'll cause a schism."

"I mostly just think it's pretty. I suspect trying to discuss the theology would accomplish nothing useful."

"Mm - sure, I'll set up a remote control instead of just appearing them in the on position. Show me?"

"Sure, no problem," says Cam.

On the way to the flying machine, Hank asks "What kind of scale can you create things at? If I give you the blueprints, could you cover Britain with telephone and railway networks at a stroke, or would you have to make each machine separately?"

"If you give me blueprints I can make things over very large scales - the problem is when there's already stuff in the way. I can make stuff in such a way that it shoves preexisting matter out of the space, such as railroad spikes, but if I don't know what's in the way of each railroad spike I can't do it especially intelligently, and even if I do do it advised of the conditions on the ground you still occasionally run into problems more or less analogous to tree roots destroying sidewalks, just faster. So you'd want to have somebody picking out paths for me that were made of dirt, not rock, and unobstructed by too many plants. It might actually be easier to do the entire thing on a raised monorail; then you'd only need to pick places for stops and columns. If you're willing for it to take a little longer I can make some robots that do tunneling and give you a subway network - or you could summon an angel or three to do the tunnels, but since there's time travel involved and we don't yet know whether I can be dismissed in the first place, let alone resummoned, probably you want to save that for something a little more keenly urgent that can't be solved with robots. Phone system I'd be inclined to do with satellites. It'll scale better to extension to other countries and the phones'll be portable."

"Satellites are small objects that orbit the Earth, sort of like the moon does, but much closer. Remember how phones work wirelessly? The satellite bounces the signal from the one phone to as many intermediate satellites are necessary and then to the receiving phone. You'd probably better let me design that one myself."

"I have always wanted to terraform Mars! It's going to be so much fun."

"I will not add enough stuff to Mars to substantially perturb its orbit, let alone Earth's. Just air and topsoil and plants and some water features."

"Mars is big enough to hold atmo if I give it some extra magnetics and a few other things. Thin atmo, and very chilly in places, but not worse than being up a mountain once I'm done, and it can be cozy as anything indoors with some pressurization and heating. Plan sounds good to me."

Cam reconstructs it. In the form of an ornate scroll, with the text in calligraphy. "Here we are. Any last-minute changes to the plan? Do we like the spark halo? Should I be deepening my voice with sulfur hexafluoride?"

"Deeper voice sounds like this," says Cam, on sulfur hexafluoride. "It will be sort of uncomfortable to keep up if I'm doing questions-and-answers afterwards." He produces a toga sort of thing, which attaches behind his neck on a golden chain, drapes over his chest, and leaves his wings undisturbed where it loops around his waist. He takes the jeans off from under it, and then tosses them and flicks a bit of plasma at them to set them on fire.

"You're certainly under no obligation to stay if it does get uncomfortable. You can 'return to the heavens' at any time. Maybe appear copies of the scroll next to some of them? I don't think I've ever seen quite that material before, so it'll seem nice and otherworldly to fit with the rest of the apparition."

"This is just - well, I'd just call it paper but I suppose paper composition has changed with everything else." (The sulfur hexafluoride voice is gone for now.) "Are there going to be enough of them that I should relay my voice to the speakers that are going to do Universalis during my descent? To be heard?"

"Tens of thousands, unless they've split up for some reason. We'll need a lot of speakers. How hard is it to hide them?"