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Anatomy lectures usually begin with embryogenesis. As God stepped into the class he found quite an assortment of 150 students chirping excitedly. Probably it was more due to the fact that this was going to be the first class of their undergrad medical curriculum. God wasn't born yet, that is he didn't possess a laptop (the walking and talking kind) of his own at the moment. He was unable to communicate in a human manner with his fellow students. As far as he could tell he was invisible as long as his thought processes could not be communicated. He needed a hard disc to store his thoughts, a good CPU supported by a competent RAM to activate them into a communication either through his email or voice mail out-boxes. As long as he couldn't do that his thoughts would remain as diffuse Brownian particles traversing infinite distances in the universe bouncing back to and fro, something which other gods with lap tops in their present state of limited functionality (the students) wouldn't be able to perceive. So God remained invisible and the constant chattering of the other students reminded him of his moon market. He walked out of the classroom and into the hardware lab, which was labeled “Dissection room” on a worn out wooden board. The professor was peering into a freshly dismantled laptop with all its electronic wizardry dancing out in a splendor of artistic circuitry. God watched open mouthed guzzling in as much of the visual delight, looking forward to the day he'd know his way in and out of all those circuitous pathways that resembled dirt tracks and rivers interspersed in a lot of green and brown. Before all that he would have to have a laptop of his own, he'd have to be born. He decided to check out his thought waves in moon market on the latest status of his laptop, how far they had finished working on it.
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