I owe a minor magnetic deity a child.
That’s exactly as specific as our deal was.
She helped me with some trouble I was having
with a debit card.
In turn I promised to get her a child.
Not necessarily my child.
Not necessarily a human child.
(How adorable would a puppy changeling be?)
Just a child.
I don’t know if she was just new
to mortal and immortal dealings,
or she has enough worshippers
that she couldn’t be bothered to worry about semantics.
She did seem rather preoccupied. After all
the gods and goddesses of technomantics
are all about efficiency.
Oh listen to me prattle
like an old codger longing
for the days when the geists of the zeit
spent time to specify
whose child they wanted.