“*We* could have given him riches,” protesteth Jeffrie Phillips back in Teepot. “Jewels, diamonds, the lot.”
Peter pauses. “You did.”
Duncan finds himself naked and aware in a sim of his own name. 128, 128 of course.
He stands before the Pearly Gate.
Peter thumbs through the great book. “Let’s see. Oh yes. ‘Avocado, Duncan William.’ You may pass through. Job well done.”
Reward (just the beginning).