"Are you banned forever?" asks Adro.

"In a year - our years, they're shorter than yours - I go back to court and I'm like 'I wrote my apology letter and I did remedial training on crisis management and I stayed outta trouble and I really liked my route in Calado' and then maybe they'll be cool about it."

Uncle says, "Maybe in a year everybody'll be gone. People are disappearing. Not super fast, but..."

"You don't think your government will shape up if they notice that soon there won't be anyone for them to govern?"

"The senators suck."

"Well. Maybe once everyone has left they'll leave because they're too fancy to vacuum their own floors and then people who don't suck can come back and do government like Lincoln said."

"Lincoln?"

"Government of the people, by the people, for the people, that was Lincoln. He was president but he grew up in a log cabin and worked on a farm and stuff, not very blue."

"Farming's purple."

"So then when he said 'the people' he actually meant that, all of them."

"Doesn't seem like the sort of thing a blue'd do."

"Well maybe Calado'll have to wait for all the blues to leave before it can have government by the people for the people."

Sigh.

"If you guys ever want to leave you can crash with me, I have a guest room."

"We can't, my dad would freak," says Adro.

"Sucks. Sorry."

"Yeah."

He takes them home.

Home they go.

In Revelation some people who are definitely made out of atoms without anything else to them livestream summoning ungagged demons.

Some of the demons would like their souls. Others want to go see Beyonce in Limbo.

"What d'you want my soul for?"

"I collect."

"How many do you have?"

"Four."