Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array.
By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.

God settled into his thrown to take in His creation.

"Michael!" he called.  "Come and see what I have done."

The archangel appeared and gazed from on high.

"Very nice." he said calmly.

"What?  What's wrong with it, Michael?" asked God.

"Nothing at all.  It's beautiful.  Almost perfect."

"Almost?" God was incredulous.

"Yeah.  Almost.  It could use some, uh, je ne sais quoi.

"Oh yeah?  Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know.  How about giving them some gold and see what they do with it?"

"Hey, that's good!" God said.

"While you're at it, bequeath upon them the orgasm and nuclear fission."

"Oh boy!  That's awesome."  And so it was.

"As a finishing touch, we'll give them the impression they have some control over their own destiny!!"

"Wow!" said Michael.  "That'll fuck 'em!"

"Yes.  Yes it will.  But it will be a helluva show.  Get some beer and popcorn.  This will be good."

And so it was......