Once upon a time a five year old boy with clear green eyes and curled sandy brown hair, felt a curious idea flood up through his feet, up past his scuffed knees, bubbling through his stomach, rushing full force into his mind, until it filled his entire being, leaving no room for anything else.
He dropped the rocks he was playing with and turned to his older brother and said,
"I heard a lie."
His brother walked quickly towards the boy and grasped him roughly by his smock.
"What is it? You better not tell mother."
The boy didn’t say a word, so his brother shook him until he fell from his feet.
"Was it about the stolen apples? Or what I did on Sunday? Tell me!"
The boy started to cry while his brother shouted at him, which caused their mother to come running out of the house.
"Can you two not play in peace? Blessed Quadratic!"
"Don’t tell her!", screamed the older brother.
The mother dragged the boy into the house and sat him in the chair next to the kitchen table.
"Tell me what?", asked his mother.
"I heard a lie.", replied the boy.
His mother turned ashen and waited a few moments to compose her self.
"You know that liars are barred from the holy integration, they spend the afterlife tortured in shameful differentiation."
The boy nodded to his mother.
"Then tell me what lie you heard."
The boy shook his head.
>”If it was about the temple donation, it was completely understandable, I will make up the shortfall next week.”
The boy remained silent and looked down at his feet.
"The flowers? Did you overhear me? That is just as much a sin as lying, you little brat."
The boy shook his head.
"I can not tell you."
His mother grew angry the boy and pulled him out of the house, down the street and into the temple, to stand before the statue of the fractal god. The boy feared and hated the statue and he shivered uncontrollably in front of it.
"Now, in front of his uncountable faces, tell me this lie you heard."
The boy collapsed on the floor crying under the statue’s haughty gaze.
"No mother, I can’t!"
The fourth ordinal walked towards the arguing mother and son. The mother tried her best to quieten the boy so that they could leave the temple before the fourth ordinal intervened.
"What is wrong child? Why do you cry so."
The mother turned to the ordinal, standing between him and the boy.
"He is a wicked child, I must take him home and punish him according to my rights."
"My daughter, let me console the child and give onto him the punishment that the divine infinite deems best."
"Oh, there is no need, he is of little consequence, your ordinance."
"We must take care of all of our charges, from one to the nth, let me take him."
The mother reluctantly passed the fourth ordinal her son, but whispered into his ear.
"Do not condemn your family to the divergent series, with the reports of our lies."
