I'm just catching up on my fiction podcasts after a prolonged and unplanned break from listening/reading, and this was one of the first that popped up in my iPod. I agree with the previous assessments that this wasn't all that horrific of a story. I differ only in my assessment that detailed descriptions of poop don't bother me. Needles are a totally different story, as are flies in my coffee. But poop... meh, whatever.
All that aside, this was still a really good story. I don't mind seeing it appear somewhere in the Escape Pod franchise, and as a listener to all of the podcasts, I don't really care which one. It has elements of fantasy that I like, but wasn't really all that fantastical. Now if the god had actually done something supernatural, as opposed to just chitchat about his supposed divinity with the help, I could place it firmly in the fantasy genre. But this was more just a story of doubt and faith, divinity and humanity. There was a point in my life where these issues would have horrified me, or at least disturbed me in much the same way Seven of Nine's struggle with individuality did on Voyager. At this point in my life, it just fascinates me, and I suppose fascination and horror aren't really that far apart from one another. (Like watching a car wreck happen--you just can't look away, are horrified by the damage done, but somehow, it's just *fascinating* as wrong as that is.)