by John Xero
George was a Convert: George no more. His old life, personality, name, all given up for the Common God.
The cGod chip buzzed in his brain, advising, admonishing and administering pain. The voice of cGod gave him direction, and dampened that bad spark which drove him to crime.
He was blissfully servile, till he fell, banged his head, and cGod began to speak in tongues.
He picked himself up, brushed himself down. Remembered. George again.
Now to stay free, evade the law. Dig up the loot, buy a new life.
He swatted the side of his head. A quiet life.