Humans have been nothing if not extraordinarily prolific since my time. It's a wonderful and luxurious thing to run my fingers over the spine of books that are not me. I confess to reading bits and pieces of all of them, just in case one of them is some poor creature that somehow got trapped as well. I doubt that happened to anyone but me, but books are nothing if nobody reads them, just blank pages.
The angels and demons were correct to fight over the Invention, though. The world is very, very different with its presence. ... though I've said too much.