"If creating a universe counts, yes." There were other technicalties -- there was a slot at the top of her echeladder that looked promising, but the details had not yet come into view. Or into View -- being a Seer seemed to involve a bunch of extraneous Capital Letters. Words imparted with special meaning, senses overdubbed with mystical powers. "We will still be as nothing to the denizens of the Furthest Ring, but we should make a decent showing."

Less annoying than the trolls, that was for certain. Could you even imagine what kind of universe they'd create? The very thought was depressing.