Nirvana Industries

There are stars in space, The sun itself is a star which is at the center of our galaxy. The earth spins around the sun. There are mirrors which not only reflect the light of the sun, but absorb in its most, true center. These mirrors fly through space, orbit the sun like the earth does and gradually flies down to Nirvana Industries Headquarters in California. The dome opens and lets in each square mirror into the shelves of a supercomputer.

"Bob McEvans."

"What do you want?"

"The mirrors are back in the supercomputer, Sir."

"TY Bob."

He was dead tired. He did not even remember what his name was. All that consumed him was his vision of the new world. Bob had become a fine marketing director. She was a heaven's find. She just happened to look like the deceased daughter of a Freemason. All those stocks in McDonald's, Coca-Cola, and Microsoft, they were worth their weight in gold. What was he to do now? What kind of world did he want to create? Had the world not already been created by God in his image? How could he improve upon God's creation. But that was not tha truth. It was man who had created this world, almost by using God.

"Is there a God?" he asked Einstein, the computer.

"You are God, " it answered.

"How many Gods are there?"

"As many people as there are who think they can improve upon God's creation."

It was a common answer. Anyway, he was happy for now. He negotiated nuclear bombs for the alternative energy he was providing to the government. It was a good deal.