Modern Gods

Some people say that we live in an age of reason, in a world that no longer has room for religion. However, many of these people find themselves imploring some unspecified power when they are rushing to catch the bus, or trying to find their keys.

Is it a coincidence when these things work out? Nay nay, I say! We need our gods and their divine intervention, whether they created us, or we created them. Like the Greek gods of old, here are a few of the gods who serve us in our modern world.

Modern God


Viralicus (pictured above) is the god of sharing things on Facebook. Good or bad, true or not, all shares are tributes to him. You’ve seen images of desperately ill babies in hospitals, pleading for you to share because Facebook or Bill Gates will donate 5 cents for each like toward its medical treatment? And it seems kind of twisted and cruel that the doctors and donors would just let a sick baby languish until they see the photo reach enough shares? Well, these are invocations to Viralicus, a needed sacrifice to ensure a steady stream of cat videos and ranting political pundits.


Modern God

We live in the age of the “selfie,” where people take photos of themselves and post them to the internet, just in case their friends forgot what they look like while they were also taking photos of themselves. A recent trend in selfies is to press one’s lips together and stick them out in a manner reminiscent of a duck-bill. A curious habit that comes into focus when one realizes that the god of selfies is also the god of ducks, Quanitadae. This god is jealous and insecure, and compels tribute by causing the selfie-taker to imitate his divine countenance.


Modern God

One of the most prevalent, and therefore most sacred, aspects of western culture is the call center, the most prestigious career option available to a Millennial.  But no matter how many art history majors Comcast hires, there just aren’t enough of the sensitive souls to explain to every customer why they are being billed seven hundred dollars for a cable box they returned in 2009, or why the service tech they waited a week for accomplished nothing but clogging their toilet. This calls for the intervention of Dronon, the god of hold music. Her ability to play the same three bland bars of music over and over fills the spaces between recorded messages reassuring you about how important your call is, and clouds the mind with too much rage to contemplate how one has little choice in a so-called free market.

Pay Tribute!

Modern God

The ability to search for any and all information is probably one of the most revolutionary things to arise from the internet, just after the free unlimited porn and browser toolbars. But we all know the frustration of performing an internet search and getting results that look promising, only to click through to find something like recruitment materials for a real estate pyramid scheme. This is because you are not paying tribute to Booleus, the mighty god of internet search results. Booleus can be angered by things like ad-blockers, or using Yahoo. He is one of the easier to please gods, though, and clicking on a sponsored link every once in a while is usually enough to appease him.


Modern God

Smartphones are a miracle of modern technology, allowing us exciting new ways to distract ourselves from the dull and mundane world around us. Tragically, batteries cannot keep up with their energy demands, though, exhausting themselves after a mere six hundred selfies or text messages. But those numbers can vary, and that is due to the influence of Cromongulaheela, the god of smartphone batteries. Need to make a call after a long day of scrolling past duck lips on Facebook? If you’ve pleased this god, she’ll make sure you have 10% charge left, just enough to assure the student loan people that you’re about to mail the check. Cromongulaheela demands tribute in the form of portable chargers and USB ports on anything that holds power.

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