We replied that we were not simply playing at it – we were building God. As the car rolled up to Global Central, I saw protesters surrounding the doors. The group had enlarged over the past few weeks, but all the regulars were still in there. I had gotten so that I could even recognize some of them, would notice when they changed signs. When they saw my car, they all surged forward, yelling obscenities. I smirked. With all their holier-than-thou attitudes, they certainly didn’t seem to uphold to their mighty values when it came to language. The guards shoved the people back as I stepped out of the car to be escorted to the building entrance. One of the mosquito-like protestors (their voices had a tinny, whining drone that I found particularly irritating) managed to squeeze her way between some of the guards, straight into our path. “You should be ashamed,” she screeched, “trying to convince our children that free will doesn’t exist.” I paused and looked at her. Even her face resembled an insect – overly large forehead, tiny chin, her large eyes wide with determination.
