His world isn't just a minor variation, it seems to be a completely different place.
"Don't you have any gods?" The old gods like the Norse or Egyptian, the Greek and the Aztec pantheons didn't spend much time meddling in the affairs of this world, either, but if it was five minutes past endtime, at least a few of them would intervene - provided their own worlds weren't crashing down around them, too. Generally, all earth gods had some special connection to the mortals and wouldn't want to see them completely wiped out.
"I can see why you would want to stay here. Not indicating that our mortals are always that much smarter about what they value in a person. But," he touched the device in Baird's hand, "they noticed technic is one of their only chances not to fall back behind mutants and other beings with higher powers that could eventually turn against them." He smirked. "And the food is better."