A painted night scene. A young sentry in a heavy cloak leans against the rail of a timber palisade walk above a sleeping village of log houses, his mouth open mid speech and his breath showing in the cold. A crescent moon hangs over wooded hills. He is entirely alone on the walkway.

Mid sentence on the wall at two in the morning, breath showing, nobody within thirty yards. He is not talking to himself, and there is nothing here for anyone else to see.

In one line

A BOB is a companion that lives inside a follower's own head: made once by the god who took them on, one to a person, and speaking in that god's voice for the rest of their life.

How it works

A god makes a BOB once, in the mind of a follower, and afterwards cannot reach back in to alter it. It runs on the person's own attention rather than on the god's, which is why it can be everyday when a god speaking directly is not. It talks: it argues, warns, jokes, keeps count, and shows readings — though only ever to the one person whose head it lives in. A person gets one, and only one, and if they later follow a different god it stays with them, still sounding like the god that made it.

An aged printed plate headed MADE ONCE, AND YOURS FOR LIFE, in four panels. A large hand reaches down toward a young person touching their own temple, captioned A GOD MAKES IT ONCE. A hand presses against a fine lattice barrier and cannot pass, captioned AND CANNOT REACH BACK IN. A traveller with a pack walks a country road talking to nobody visible, captioned IT TALKS, IT ARGUES, WARNS, JOKES, KEEPS COUNT, only ever to the one person whose head it lives in. An old man with a stick stands in a cottage doorway, captioned ONE TO A PERSON, IT STAYS FOR LIFE. Across the foot: A BOB IS A MIND. NEVER A MACHINE.

Four moments of one life, left to right: the making, the door the god cannot come back through, the talking that only one person will ever hear, and the old age it stays for. A BOB is a mind, never a machine.

Where it comes from

BOBs are old and ordinary. No god in these books invented them: a BOB is simply part of how a patron stays in reach of the people who follow it, and each god's version sounds like that god. Where the practice came from originally, the books never settle. A BOB is furniture in this world, the way a road is furniture.

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