They think that she doesn't know. They think that she's deaf. They think that they can get away with wild conversation so easily.
The fact remains, she knows. She can hear perfectly fine. And they are right. For all she knows, she doesn't need to weigh the world in the palm of her hands. She doesn't need to think about the consequences of what she wants will inevitably make everything turn into a mess in which no one can solve. No one, not even the time-traveler, alien, or esper can figure out among her presence. And yet, of all the supernatural creatures within her arms' reach, she chooses him.
He is John Smith, only because of the time-traveler moe maid. He is a slider, only because the alien altered the world for him. He is normal. He is average, no matter what label he receives They are nothing. They, no matter how much they want it to be so, won't be listened to by God. Why did she choose him? Why did she choose someone so unbelievably average? Why did she choose to let him be her guardian? And as she clicks on the familiar site that he created at her will, grudgingly of course, she realizes with a jolt.
She chose him, only because she wanted something normal in her upside-down world. She wanted an anchor. He was her king, the others her pawns. Her each and every order done at every whim. She was a queen. She was a divine ruler. She...was God. And, being God was lonely. No one dared go against her judgement in fear of what she would punish them with. No one dared defy her in a haste without a second thought. No one dared to be different.
He knew what she would say before she would say it. He knew when she put on that hundred-watt smile, there was something mischievous planned in her all-knowing mind. He knew when she had her moments, he would be there to comfort her. He was not scared, knowing that she chose him, and would not harm him intentionally. He knew that he could justify her wild accusations and put some sense into her thoughts.
He defied all rule, and made life interesting for being an average man. He was her anchor, the only thing that kept the world safe. A knock was sounded on the wooden door, interrupting her thoughts, and she knew it was him. With a flourish, she allowed him to enter.
The mouse cursor hovered over the close button. She thought about something else, for one quick second. She did not know that she was God. She did not know that aliens, time-travelers, and espers were catering to her every whim. She did not know, because she was ignorant.
She closed the program, leaving the screen a blank. And as they say, ignorance is bliss.