he thought a bit about God, and whether He might be some kind of universal digital computer, subject to the occasional bug or hack. Was it possible that politicians and hedge-fund operators were some kind of garbled cosmic computer code? That the Opponent, instead of having horns and a forked tail, was a fat bearded guy drinking Big Gulps and eating anchovy pizzas and writing viruses down in a hellish basement? That prayers weren't answered because Satan was running denial-of-service attacks?
by John Sandford
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The protagonist contemplates a unique perspective on God, likening Him to a vast digital computer that can experience glitches and cybersecurity threats. This thought raises the possibility that influential figures, like politicians and financial moguls, could represent faulty fragments of a more significant cosmic coding. Such analogies suggest a blending of technology and spirituality, provoking deeper questions about the nature of power and morality in the universe.

Continuing this metaphor, the individual imagines the classic depiction of evil reimagined as a mundane character, a humorous take on the traditional image of Satan. Instead of a malevolent figure, this version enjoys everyday pleasures while orchestrating chaos from a sinister lair. This imaginative analogy implies that perhaps the disruptions in life, such as unanswered prayers, could be influenced by these 'bugs' in the universal operating system, challenging the traditional notions of good and evil.

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