The cleric kisses his wife and closes his front door.

Hops in a car and off to work he goes. Again.

The cleric takes a quick sip of coffee, blows

kisses to his wife and turns the key again in his front door.

Taxis this time to work. Same place.

The cleric rushing today. Taxis again.

Same place. It drops him off outside.

He climbs the stairs into the boardroom meeting.

The bearded men shake hands and nod.

Meanwhile,

our hero hovers the cursor over the office building

seen from a god’s eye view. Clicks.

Leans back. Sips a Pepsi from a can. Counts a few

ticks. Watches the noiseless explosion

on the screen. Job done. Switches

to conference call. Congrats.

Icons of high fives flying all around.

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