Then Clarence Darrow let his suspenders crack

Then Clarence Darrow let his suspenders crack against his chest. Like a slap against the whole courtroom. Mopped his head and screamed,"What the HELL is a "Money-Money?" I ask you

. “Might it mean “Free silver-Free silver”?” asked prosecutor William Jennings Bryan. Darrow smirked with his fellow defense attorneys. “Willy, you are the gold standard of wit.”

"You suck," said Jennings. "No, you do," retaliated Darrow. The debate went downhill from there. They were both quiet for a moment, then Clarence Darrow let it rip. Evolution

was no longer being taught at schools. Creationists had won. The name Darwin was unknown to a whole generation. Religion had become

science. Facts were what someone else said. Data were what someone else had written down. The only people who could read and write any more were the High Priests. Most of the

rest of the population consigned themselves to the latest 15 minute distraction provided to them by the "content generators" located near the geographic center of Bolivia. But one

member of the population was not distracted. She went outside & looked. She saw a desolate smoggy wasteland absent of wildlife. "Why this doesn't look like our content at all."

But as soon as she uttered the wood, a loon called upon the water, which raised the hair on the back of her neck. The loon sounded like a fire engine, which fit with the burning t

hat she felt at the pit of her stomach. She could hear gentle splashing sounds just to her left, and as she turned to see what was there, a blinding white flood of light rendered

all colour and form into a featureless white plain. She stood alone in that vaulting emptiness. "Hello?" she whispered. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" She ran,dwindling to a speck.