“You should start running now, you might have time until I finish my long introduction speech in Latin,” Dietrich suggested jokingly. He had to respect a little the Inquisition actually were fervent believers of what they preached. That wasn’t truth for most of the Vatican. As someone who was passionate and driven for his own ideas, Dietrich gave credit to those who earned it.
Not that he thought them beyond the level of foolish puppets.
He leaned on his seat while he waited for his coffee. “Ahh, but they are the international police. I heard the Vatican has no real political power here, but in my world? They are the most important nation. United States is supposed to be like that in this one, hmm?”
“That is easy,” Dietrich lowered his voice as well, lips tugging up. “Look around you. I can create autodolls without trouble, but I find the realistic toys more amusing. For instance, see that man eating pasta at our right? He’s feeling a constriction in his chest, like a heart attack.” The man stopped eating while Dietrich spoke, hands on his left side, hacking out his food while he doubled in pain. His worried family rushed to his side. “Or maybe he wants to stab himself with a fork.” He lifted a fork with his right hand and stabbed his left one with it. Blood flow immediately. The doctors arrived immediately after, taking the man with them.
He had no intention to reveal how he controlled them, just a little show. A small incident nobody would care to notice. Dietrich could create many, many things if he was motivated to put his genius in work.