Tony didn’t answer, his attention had been drawn to pedestal number Two. The light on the panel had begun to flash persistently, a sign that one of the Spheres was about to return, he prayed to God to make sure it was Fred’s.
“Soldier, I’m waiting for your answer!” the Elder urged him.
“Those that the Lord our God taught us through the work of his beloved son
Jesus,” Tony said absently, responding to a conditioned reflex, he had repeated by heart the first sentence that was they had instilled in his head since he could not even walk yet.
“And so we made the world he tried to build and failed, didn’t we?”
“Logically, I think so, Your Excellency,” Tony admitted.
Sir Jonathan looked up at the ceiling as if he were looking for more suitable words, in reality he was enjoying the celebrati
