One thing you need to know about this story is that right now I'm living in southern Georgia, in the U.S. It's a very, very conservative region, and deeply routed in tradition. The topic of this piece is no trivial matter where I am.
The Difference
“Ok, people, this is Prep Street,” said the Guide. “This is where you spend the remainder of your tokens. You all have approximately one hour to purchase your earthly characteristics. Remember, try to spend every token! Good luck.”
The enormous group dispersed quickly. We had just been conducted away from the previous avenue, where the Primary Attribute lotteries were held. I hadn’t done too well there; my tokens pouch was a bit scanty because of that damn Physiology lottery. I couldn’t help it though, the worst surprise yet about all this Earth business was beauty not correlating with character. What other nonsense awaited?
This new street was quite different from the last, at least. It was longer and there were shanty little vendors lining either side as far as I could see. An offensive array of colors beamed from hundreds of neon signs. The nearest was blinking and read “Common Sense: Don’t be a Dolt!” All around, merchants vouched for the throng’s attention, shouting and haggling at the top of their voices.
The assortment of shops was astounding. “General Hobby” looked to be a popular one, and there was a large and rather shady crowd huddled around the “Sexuality Specialties” location. “Genuine Morals” was garnering less attention than “FluxMorality,” I noticed. Unwilling to make the mistake of impromptu spending again, I decided to walk a ways and see what else was being offered.
After a short while, I reached a less populated area. At one of the vendors, a person was having a rather large necklace fastened on. “Theologies: Not the Study!” I read on the sign above as I approached.
“There ya are, sonny. You’re all set.”
“Does it need to be so heavy?” complained the customer.
“You’ll be fine, go ahead and twaddle on now. Ah, and who are you? Another client, are ya?” inquired the old man, turning to me.
“What are you selling?”
“Oh, different religions and such: I got every sect of Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism,” he said proudly. “Interested?”
“Religion? Why haven’t you more customers?”
“Oh, most likely ‘cause of how ya get your parent’s belief by default anyways. People like what lets em blend in, ya know.”
“I guess… What’s the difference between them?”
“The religions? Well there’s a big difference, of course! There is a religion and a sect for everyone; I just look up your earthly profile and find what’ll fit best, it’s easy!” said the old merchant as he ruffled through some files behind the counter.
“What do you mean, ‘what fits best’?”
“Whatever’ll keep ya from worryin about the end, ya know, while you’re livin. That’s how most people that come here choose, anyways. You can decide yourself, if ya want.”
“Alright, but do I need to choose now?”
“Like they say, ‘gotta get em while they’re young’. That’s how religions work. I do offer pre-planned religion swaps, though.”
“Well, can’t I go without a religion altogether?”
“Without a religion! Ya wanna live a life of uncertainty and fear!?” spat the haggard vendor. “You’re not gonna remember any of this here, sonny, so ya better stop thinkin ya will!”
“Sorry, just a question… Anyways, what’s the difference again?”
The old man looked exasperated, and with some finality he replied:
“Sonny, the difference is, whatever you choose, someone else is going to be getting the short end of stick.”
I paused a moment to consider.
“That’s it? Well, okay then, I’ll take whatever fits best.”
“Good then! I’ll find ya one in just a second.”
With revived enthusiasm, the man went off to retrieve a necklace. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too heavy.


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