The senior maintainer is worried about consequences

This is a part of 'project 110, going back and re-filling', writing is happening 8ish months after the date.

How they couldn't be bothered to deal with such a big matter he didn't understand, it was not just a technical issue that could be swept under the rugs, ask a few mid-level technicians to look at the matter and forget it, no the Gods of the highest level had to be engaged could be arsed but that was the problem, wasn't it, everybody was so very afraid of the Gods and the things they could do, oh their anger, their mythological anger put everybody on their toes, and the demigods feared them just as much which meant the people everyone could talk to weren't of much help, and now everyone was stuck in this weird limbo where the entire creation could come to a creaking halt, with nobody nowhere, and that meant absolutely nowhere in the entirety of everything, knowing how things worked, which was probably the worst thing to  have occurred in all eternity, ever and ever, but what could he do, he was just a lowly reporter, a maintainer of some repute yes but those powerful beings didn't care for that did they, for them he was just like everybody else, a person who works in the background who ideally should never be heard or seen and their very sight cause consternation among the immortals, which was a problem because he was not the one creating issues, he was the reporter and the fixer, but they feared and despised him as if he were always responsible for everything that went wrong, which meant he had little political power, no calling it a 'little bit' was an understatement...he had negative political power for the higher-ups loathed his presence so much, they probably felt that if he said something needed to be done, they probably thought his intention was to create a problem and not to fix it, and would probably do the opposite of it, not that he had any evidence for this specific matter but that was the general sense he had gotten, and it was not just him either, his coworkers had teased him about being fearsome to the most fearsome gods and entities in all of eternity, at that time he had taken it rather lightly, but there was definitely a morsel of truth in that, an unfortunate fact because the way things were going, nothing might end up mattering anyway. He sighed. This was not right. He would go talk.