• The Angel looked pained.
    "No, no, no, no, NO!" he said, rolling his eyes.
    His companion looked at him with something approaching annoyance.
    "What?" he asked, looking carefully for the error his friend seemed to have found.
    "Have I done something wrong?" he queried, after finding nothing.
    "Everything!" exclaimed the Angel, moaning.
    "But I did everything within the parameters you gave me." replied his companion.
    "But you made the world a globe!" cried the Angel, looking with hopeless dejection at the mess his friend had made.
    "You did say that the circle was a holy shape, but since the seas and oceans kept draining away I saw that it is a rather insufficient shape to use as a planet. So I reasoned that what we need is a sphere."
    "But it isn't holy!" protested the Angel.
    His friend paused, the Angel could see the gears ticking away behind his eyes. "On the contrary," he said at last. "If you place a circle on its side and spin it you would get a sphere. A sphere is many times a circle, therefore many times as holy."
    The Angel looked around nervously. "Shhhh!" he said, gesturing frantically. "We don't want Him upstairs to hear!"
    His friend, who usually remained expressionless, managed to look confused.
    "You're not going to show Him my work?"
    The Angel started. He had been busy double-checking to see no one had over heard.
    His friend repeated the question. The angel darted a guilty look at the blue-green sphere on the worktable.Admittedly, it did look rather nice. He shook his head. Bother to answer and to dispel such blasphemous thoughts from his mind.
    His friend managed to convey sadness.
    "Why?" he asked.
    The Angel started to twist his white robe with his hands, feeling miserable, while still eying the door.
    "Because we'd get into a lot of trouble, that's why."
    "Ah," said his friend, pretending to understand.
    "Because of the Rule." clarified the Angel, feeling it was expected of him. In truth he was beginning to feel foolish.
    His friend nodded, then sighed.
    The Angel jumped at the strange sound, then chided himself for being so skittish.
    "What are we going to do with it, then?" asked his friend.
    The Angel looked at him for a moment, then back at the offending world spinning gently on the table. He took a deep breath, straighten out his thoughts and grown, then shrugged.
    "I have no idea." he admitted. "To make a world like this is a bad shot to our reputations."
    He looked ruefully at the little planet. "But I'd be ashamed if you destroyed that."
    "So what do we do?" asked his friend, who had given up on trying to figure out why they were in potential danger.
    The Angel thought for a moment.
    "Tell you what," he said finally, "We'll put it at the edge of the Universe, right near that botch Centuri Project." he pulled out a map of the region and studied it. "There. There's a new star forming there naturally."
    The Angel gently lifted the globe-world and placed it carefully into its new home.
    "Will it be safe there?" asked his friend, anxiously, it seemed. "No one will find it?"
    The Angel laughed. There was quite a bit of relief to be heard in it.
    "Hah! After what happened to old Ralphy over there, I doubt it."
    "What happened..."
    The Angel slapped his friend on the back before he could continue and winced at the stinging. "Don't worry," he said, trying to shake the life back into his hand. "I'ii show you how to do really nice flat planets." He took his friend's cold metal hand and lead him out of the workshop. "I'm sure you'll do Him proud." he added, trying to cheer his friend up.
    The robot gave a metallic sigh, he just wasn't made for this job.