Everything goes quiet as the soldiers drive the nails into his hands and feet. Then the giant cross inflates, lifting him above the crowd. “Father,” he moans, “it is finished.” He bows his head and gives up his spirit.

The crowd bursts into a roar, and the sky explodes with fireworks. “Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice shouts over the PA system. “Christ is your king!”

Now he’s above us in the harness, flying around in figure eights. Sparks are shooting from his sandals.

“Incredible,” says Client Two.

Client Three nods in affirmation.

“Showstopper,” says Client One.

I scan the crowd for Reactives. All clear. Another successful Interface.

I’m about to tube over to residential when I get a Request from Jensen. He wants to nightcap with the Clients. I Jizzie Deb to let her know I’ll be late. She Jizzies back and asks when I’ll decide to stop bending over for corporate. I Jizzie that we’re never going back to HumpTown, I don’t care what it takes.

We treat the Clients to a gratis tour of Christ Is King Waterpark. You can surf the Sea of Galilee at three different auto-speeds. Client One is a natural. Client Two stays close to shore. Client Three is too fat to get up, so we move him over to the Lazy Nile. Then we tube over to the Conversion Center for a group session. The MemoDeck pulls up Gandhi. We put on the sacred robes and kneel around the hologram. Jensen leads us in chant:

Christ, Christ, Jesus Christ

Lose your life in Jesus Christ

No more Hindu, no more sin

Now with Jesus, you will win

Gandhi’s holoskin changes from brown to white, and he blossoms as the rose.

“Wonderful,” says Client Two.

            “Dumbfounded,” says Client Three.

            “Consider us onboard,” says Client One.

When we get back outside, I spot two Reactives engaged in graffito. On the outer wall of the Conversion Center, for everyone to see, are the words

FUK

CHRIS

            I taze them before they can finish the T.

            “Well done,” Jensen says.

            “The kingdom of God is spread upon the earth,” I tell him. “But men do not see it.”

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