Does Religion Influence All of You?
Mr. Right, Part 5
The story of Mr. Right continues this week. This is the fifth installment and one of the longest. As a refresher, Mr. Right couldn’t make it past the Colors tribunal to allow his persona and knowledge to live forever digitally for his family.
In this entry, Mr. Right’s religious past tries to save him. There is quite the twist at the end, so read the whole entry!
Mr. Right, Part 5
An alarm rang as Orange began its search of Mr. Right inside the Advisor. “Ting, ting”– each sound rested in the background. It was strikingly calm in contrast to the panic within Mr. Right. At least he had the darkness to conceal him, he thought. And just then, the horizon flashed the color orange with each “ting.”
Mr. Right felt foolish for trapping himself. “I should have known better! I need to get back inside Orange to rewrite his code.” Orange was but one member of the Colors, but oversaw the religious elements of humanity. The other elements–Family, Politics, Content and Career–could be dealt with later. After all, Mr. Right believed, religion flows through all aspects of a person which means Orange would involve itself in those other elements. At least that is how Mr. Right remembers building the Colors in his younger years. Yes, if he had one Color to control, Orange would be it. He could then influence and take over all the other Colors.
After a few cycles of the alarm, Mr. Right was able to time it so that he fled into the darkness. A few seconds later, the alarm sounded. “Ting, Ting.” Flashes of orange appeared like lightning. Mr. Right fled again until the next alarm. Seconds later, he fled again! Stop, go, stop, go–the pattern continued.
The time between the alarm seemed to increase. Mr. Right had more time to flee. The orange flashes were a duller shade and the darkness shielded him again. He scanned off into the distant code for an off ramp–an exit–from the Advisor device he was inside to somewhere else. It could be anywhere as long as it separated him from the Orange Color.
Just then, towers rose around him. A circle of walls formed. He tried to flee but the walls were already too high. The temperature was rising quickly, causing Mr. Right to look up. The dark sky above was being overtaken by Orange. More and more the Color spread wide across the horizon.
“Mr. Right, I know you’re out there,” Orange said. “You shouldn’t have run off like that.” Orange grew in size, coming down towards Mr. Right.
Mr. Right changed his personal algorithm to allow him to leap above the walls but it didn’t work. Orange now controls the environment.
“The job of the Colors is to protect humanity,” Orange said. “Humanity was created by God, correct? Disrupting this protection will only harm society. What would Jesus think of your poor behavior? Attacking a poor Color like me, who is only trying to help.”
“Help?” Mr. Right asked. He knew Orange had no belief in God. He knew that Orange was only using religion to get him to do what it wanted. After all, no one could create religious code. “You call this helping? You’re supposed to help us, not protect us.”
Orange’s size grew and was even closer to Mr. Right. “Is that not the same thing?” Orange said.
Lines of code began to flash around the circle. Orange quickly grew in size. Faster and faster the lines of code went. Mr. Right resided in the middle of what seemed like a hurricane. The code swirling around, the storm spreading forever in all directions.
Other balls swooped down from the sky. Yellow (Politics), Blue (Family), Red (Content) and Green (Career). Mr. Right froze as they all zipped around him while Orange (Religion) continued coming down.
He was trapped.
Mr. Right watched as Orange covered the entire area. Even the other Colors began to turn orange. He spent years writing the code for the Colors. He dedicated his life to helping people overcome loss and allow for a better Transition. One that left loved ones behind to guide and support them for their journey on Earth while their loved one went onto a better place–the kingdom of God.
Instead my creation has delivered the world to evil.
Wait. The Kingdom of God? Deliver us from evil? Just then, Mr. Right remembered a special entry he made into the code. It was an escape hatch for emergencies. It was something he had said every day so long ago when he believed. Even if he could remember the code exactly, would it still work? The Colors have rewritten so much of it.
“Our Father,” Mr. Right began to recite the code, “who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.”
The giant orange shape grabbed Mr. Right. “I will protect you,” Orange said.
Mr. Right continued as best as he could. “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.” What was next? What was next!
The code of Mr. Right began to swirl into a small cyclone.
“Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
A hole formed below Mr. Right and bright white arms rose through the ground with its hands latching onto the cyclone. Orange pulled up and the white arms pulled down. Mr. Right stretched in both directions.
But Orange was too strong. Mr. Right began to enter Orange.
“What was that last line? I don’t want to be absorbed into this evil code. Wait, that’s it!”
Mr. Right said, “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen!” Mr. Right was ripped away from Orange and pulled through the hole that closed behind him.
“Finally, you are here!” a voice said. Mr. Right opened his eyes. A man with a staff stood before him on a mountain ridge. “The Lord has returned!” the man shouted, raising his staff at the millions of people below shouting the same.
-End Story (for now)-