“Praise God, from whom, all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”

The pastor and the congregation open up with. Praying all around, The sounds of the choir to the ears. The church is filled with symbols of worship. Even on the windows of the church are mosaic art. Names engraved on the framework with the pane.

‘No!’ The Dark Disagrees. However Zonoah finds it agreeable. ‘Amen.’ Hes sitting in a church. Taking in the rays of the sun, from the window.

‘We should of beheaded that guy!’ The Dark says, dissatisfied while the sermon is taking place.

‘Wouldn’t have been right to do.’ Zonoah mentally voices holding up his head upon the church bench’s arms as if tired.

‘That’s how stupid, that’s how stupid everything is.’ The Dark childishly dismisses before continuing on to another subject. ‘You should kill Tina, that’s how tired, that’s how tired we are of her.’

‘Not this again.’ Glancing at Tina beside him in the aisle.

Tina meets his glance with one of her own. The corner her eye meeting his. A topic on her mind.

“It doesn’t feel good. Printing all this money.” Tina says as if ill. Breaking posture.

“Are you referring to the Global debt? Doesn’t matter.” Zonoah dismisses casually.

“What about the creditors, who the nation owes.” Tina says determined.

“All we need to do is we need to change the currency every quadrillion or every five hundred trillion, by nation. We newgame+ it if you will.” Excitedly Zonoah expresses. His countenance a smile.

“You know I’m not a fan of your video game terms.” Tina uncomfortably fixes her hair. The church furniture squeaking from the change.

“We play again if you will, same game of Monopoly.” Zonoah says puzzling. “Only the question is do we change the rules by using Cryptocurrency. Bitcoin, and Ethereum if you will. Mining currency sounds better than a debt system, where you have to deal with potential protests every currency change.”

“We already have the debt system to online payments. Electronic payments already in play.”

Tina adds. “Don’t spend it all in one place.” A smile on Zonoah’s face.

“I get what you mean but...” Tina says.

“All that money, the power is already all in one place, the rich. Enough for now.” Zonoah tires from the conversation.

The sermon finishes. And on the way out Zonoah provides a tithe. One-tenth of something, paid as a contribution for the church.

On the way out you can hear The Dark sobbing. ‘Uguugu.’ Crying as if in pain.

‘The only way to tame them.’ Thinks Zonoah.

‘Couldn’t you go less, Uguugu.’ The Dark complains.

“Where else are we going on sunday?” Tina wonders.

Zonoah pauses. “There’s a debate we got to catch.”

They decide to take the private plane over to Washington from California. A two hour ride over. The outing is largely uneventful, except for drinks.

The gala is filled with party decorations. The private debate layered by the celebration being held. Both the dance floor and tables where the debate was being held was filled with people.

“The moon is closer! And would require less fuel.” An orator says. The debate is mid-way, a heated conversation. A battle of facts and reason being thrown back and forth.

“Mars is Iron-rich in minerals and could supply us for years to come.” The opposite debater started off with.