Am I dreaming? The indication plane the building reads: "Spiritual Realm." I speed straight to the lift. "Up, please," I report to the operator.
She looks confused? "Up? You impoverishment to go up?"
"Certainly!" I lap up my irritation. "To the top." The elevator starts ascending apace. I handle.
"Isn't it effort close in here?" I observation.
She shrugs. "Yeah. A/C cuts off ancient the 30th horizontal surface." Ding! "Penthouse." As the doors open, a rise of grill invades the lift.
I scream, "Shut it, quick!" Just previously the doors close, I identify the sign: SATAN CORPORATION-and fitting down the stairs it: HERE YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.
We dive rapidly. In moments the A/C kicks stern on.
"I don't infer. I thought God would be at the top, but it's Satan. What gives?"
"Didn't you observe the yearbook in the lobby?" the hand answers. "God's offices are in the level."
"The basement?"
"Yup. Offices present are allotted reported to hauteur."
"Hubris? I'm not well-known near the term."
"It technique 'wanton haughtiness resultant from overpriced self-importance.'"
"I see. So because God and His friends are low in haughtiness..."
"...they're in the story."
"I get it. If you impoverishment to go up-really up..."
"You gotta to go down, but somebody hesitant to go down-well, next there's no situate but up. Here we are: bottom flooring."
The introductory doors grant a cool, aromatic breeze. The gauge on the disparate wall reads, GOD & SON, UNLIMITED, and the strip below: HERE YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED. I maneuver out of the elevator, hoping I never upshot up.
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