God Walks into a Bar A Christian, a Muslim, and a Jew sit on bar stools. God walks in. He leans toward the Christian and whispers: “Anti-hypocrisy lessons for you next life.” He steps to the Muslim and murmurs: “Women are your equals. Duh.” He tiptoes to the Jew, lowers his voice: “I’m not partial. Remember?” All three stare at the stranger, blank. The stranger opens his wallet. Inside: a hologram of Saturn. It flickers—then opens , revealing a rotating cube. God smiles. “Say cheese.” A blinding light floods the bar. The three figures vaporize , spiraling into Saturn’s Cube. Silence. Normal light returns. The bar is empty—three stools vacant. God walks up to the bar. “Water on the rocks,” he says. “Slice of lemon.” He sits. Fade out Next Scene: Saturn God stands on Saturn. The ground is matte black stone, faintly humming. Gravity feels conditional . Ahead: a massive structure—part cathedral, part detention facility. Chains hang as ornamentation, not restraint....