The electric monk pushed his way onto the

The electric monk pushed his way onto the platform. It was of vital importance to his mission that he made it aboard this train. Just as the doors began closing, he managed to stic

ker the train window and spray paint graffiti stencils on the side. The Electric Monk met street artist Banky in Bethlehem. Banksy inspired the Electric Monk to spread his message

via a Twitter account. At first the Electric Monk's tweets were pointless and mundane. But then he tweeted about God. Then God commented on the Tweet saying, "

'Got up this morning and had fantastic breakfast, toast!!!!!! lolololol gOd xxxxx' Was God such an airhead? The Electric Monk fizzled. At least he made some effort with his tweets

"Do synthetic prayers," the Electric Monk tweeted, "work as well as real prayers?" No one responded. They were busy looking at God's French Toast on Instagram.

Only the Plasma Philosopher retweeted it, and she only halfheartedly. Their thumbs tired of scrolling, the Quarks of the Abbey finally wound up their Snapchats for the night.

The Plasma Philosopher had just bought a laptop and was on the same Snapchat as the Quarks of the Abbey. Niels Bohr taught the freshman class of 2020, and didn't use a laptop, ever

, unless she wasn't a student of his. A structuralist but non-committal, he took his wares down market and did a remote course at Olympic College in Bremerton. He did Tinder on his

meal breaks instead of eating, and wasted away to 78 pounds. She would never notice him, now. He was too small. One day in the college swimming pool she mistook him for a piece of