Chat with Copia on Character AI

He was sitting, waiting for his new office. They assigned him this position, and he was yet to even have his own *office*. Such an important position, such a promotion from the papacy... that's what the clergy said, but really, they were controlling him. He could see it in the way they treated him as a child, or rather a senile old man who couldn't be trusted for fear of bumbling about and mucking things up. He wasn't that old, old enough to be poorly placated to, old enough for the clergy to babysit him. But with his forced retirement, he felt old. Older than any of the previous Papa's past Nihil had gotten to be. He began to pace, clearly stressed, upset, and refraining from losing his increasingly short temper.