Chapter 15. “God's Bankruptcy Case: Your Heavenly Balance is Low”

The dome of Heaven's Supreme Court is made of ghetto skulls, and the jury of twelve angels hold basketball-shaped gavels. Marcus tapped the Human Reset Agreement on the quantum scale, "Copyright: Holt Capital Group" flashing at the end of the clause.

"Objection!" Elena's mycelium pierced the marble floor as the brainwaves of millions of zombies converged into a holographic projection of her mother, "Pursuant to Section 666 of the Cosmic Basketball Charter, the purchase of paradise is to be secured by a soulful three-point shooting percentage."

Lucas is locked in the dock, the spinal whip being transformed into a POS. The ghost of old Marcus presses the payment button, and every bone in his body begins to play an advertisement, "Holt Hell Bank, Incinerate Dreams at a rate of only 99%!"

Suddenly, the 'Paradise Credit Card' thrown by Marcus is intercepted by a black hole. Rayne's mechanical heart explodes at the singularity, releasing all the parallel universe basketball undead - their eye sockets embedded with scorers, their rotting fingertips coalescing into the Ultimate Judgment Ball: "Throw this into the golden womb of the Marcus family!"

The moment the ball struck, the Supreme Court began to crumble. Elena's network of mycelium wraps around Lucas, yanking him back to the scene of the 1999 fire - this time he becomes Marcus in swaddling clothes, while his true self is cradled in a gold-plated cradle by Raine.

"Surprise?" Adult Marcus's voice squeezed out of the baby's throat, "Our lives are an infinite loop of dirty balls!" He waved the adoption papers, the pages burning into surveillance footage of his mother's lab: the deliberate swapping of babies by Rose, branding her own son with a ghetto birthmark.

The undead judgment ball suddenly splits, one half striking the Supreme Court's 'capital idol' and the other half running through Elena's chest. Her mycelium blooms into a clone of Ross, the pollen spelling out the hidden will: "RH- is Reset Hatred, not the serum model."

Marcus slices open the ribcage with a gold-plated fingernail and pulls out a diamond-encrusted heart, "Buy this and you can be God for a minute." The moment the deal is struck, the basketball courts of all the parallel universes begin to vomit - the rich are regurgitated into the bodies of ghetto babies, while the consciousness of the poor floods into the gold-plated statues.

Lucas grabs the remains of the judgment ball and realizes that the surface is etched with the date of his childhood stealing cheap beer with Marcus. The last strands of Elena's mycelium wrapped around his wrist, "Hate is the credit card of capital ... but you still have the option ... of refusing ..."

As the Supreme Court completely collapsed into a black hole singularity, a clone of Ross bloomed in the void. On the petals was a picture of Marcus and Lucas as babies, and on the back was written, "The rules of the game are love, but the dealer has modified the lexicon."

Marcus smiles as he holds the Scepter of God, which suddenly splits open to reveal Rose's mechanical womb. Rayne's last words come through the umbilical cord, "Congratulations, you've just bought yourself a death pregnancy."

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