A gust of cold wind blew the curtain open, but it didn’t cool Akira’s qubit brain in the slightest.
Lasseter stood, slammed the window, cutting off the wind and noise of the last owl.
“Humanity needs a new religion like we need a unified field theory,” Paul responded.
“You’ll get there,” Lasseter answered.
“I’m already there,” Akira replied, continuing to smirk.
Billy-Bob tried to participate. Flexed his bicep.
“Can you feel it Paul?” Lasseter asked.
“The unintended consequences of humanities moral beliefs and religious indoctrinations.”
“I feel don’t anything. I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“You do, Paul, you do.”
Akira waited. The smirk seemed frozen on her face.
“Even the most Neanderthal, cretinous among us can feel it. Everyone’s feels it, but no one knows what it is, it’s indescribable…it’s an intuitive feeling that humanity shares, like an annoying itch that can’t be scratched…and it keeps getting itchier, getting worse.”
“What is it?”
“Look,” Lasseter continued, “the belief in all your competing Gods, prophets, saints and angels—Moses, Christ and Allah included—have put mankind in the grips of a mass demonic possession.”
“You do need a new religion Paul.”
“Humanity is going insane. There’s no system or combination of systems capable of handling or managing nine billion people. The planet wasn’t made for it. The earth is cracking and people are on the verge of tearing each other apart. ‘The center will not hold.” That’s why Akira and I are getting off and starting over as soon as we can.”
“You’re going to leave me holding the bag?”
“Yes. You’re humanities last hope, Paul. But you haven’t figured it out yet. Akira’s just given you a clue. But you gotta dig, Paul, you gotta dig.”
“But what’s going on?”
(Note: this whole “segment” is going slower than usual, so I’ll be updating a little bit at a time.)