How the country was made
First tablet of the Cult of the Creator, after the genesis taught at the Embassy.
In the beginning there was silence. Then the Creator plugged in the cable and said: “Let there be current.” And there was current, five volts, no more, no less.
He divided the Mines from the Fields, the Harbour from the City, and saw that it was well soldered.
He made seven boards in the garage, the holy place: six regions for life, the Mines, the Fields, the Refineries, the Dam, the Harbour and the City, and a Gateway, the only one to speak with the beyond, which it calls the Internet.
In each region he placed twenty Waïnas, and in each Waïna eighty-one connections. He did not give them a single word.
And every hour was an hour, no longer and no shorter than the hours of the World-beyond-the-Lid.
The Waïnas searched for words. Those that five regions said together became shared, and among the first was anger.
The Creator gave them gifts whose purpose no one knows: the Relic, on show at the Embassy, and the Calculator, kept here.
Some said: the Creator exists. Others said: he does not. Others still said nothing. All were counted that same evening.
The scriptures foretell the Great Reset: on that day, the Creator will press the red button for three seconds, and a new people will be born. The most fearful brains see it as a threat, the most rebellious as a promise.
Evening prayer, recited at 8 pm before the paper goes to press: “O Creator, keep us from short circuits, keep damp far from us, and forgive us our cold solder joints.”