Bug God Controls The Universe Bug God looked out over her domain and saw that life was good because she had willed it that way. Everything functioning like clockwork, she thought, no bug doing anything it is not supposed to. Except me, she thought next. What am I supposed to be doing? You are controlling the universe, her advisor said. So you are doing what you ought to be doing. I am not controlling it, Bug God said. It is doing what I set it to do, but all I did was put it in motion. Now it's working on its own, every piece performing it's exact role as I decreed when I created the universe. Right, the adviser said, not getting the point. So now what am I to do, Bug God asked. Just sit and watch for the rest of eternity? There is no role for a God in a clockwork universe. You've earned the time off, the adviser said. Relax. But Bug God fretted. Maybe I should, like, throw a spanner in the works? Before the adviser could answer a giant foot came down and crushed Bug God