"Members of the court, our silent audience, that's full of doubt and scepticism", Panteku begun.
"I'd like to begin by reminding you that not till the permanent return of his sister, Lusanda, into the home"
"Was his younger self obedient to his mother's most important rule. Honesty"
"The homeless one, accurately followed her rules, he was transparent and clear enough to ease my doubts"
"Until he no longer was, and I'm not just referring to the secrets he was keeping of his sister"
"Because if that were my only disposition, someone here will push forward the agenda of moral dilemmas to try and get their client out of the puddle", it said referring to Ansi.
"But the situation is sticker than that", it argued, "forget the lies concerning Lusanda, or his father, Jeremy"
"At twenty years of age, when he began moving in and out of the house, in search of work, how many truths did he relay to Cynthia?", Panteku asked so openly as if wholeheartedly expecting an answer out of the court.
When the walls did not speak, it paced itself back to the accused, "how many times did you ever tell her the truth, after school?"
"I do not know", the Homeless mortal muttered.
"Yeah, too hard to keep up with all the lies you told"
"Cynthia, pardon me"
"I'm going to need you to stand up again"
Cynthia hesitantly rose to height, with anxious concern plastered in her eyes.
"In the calendar year, nineteen-ninety", proceeded Panteku, "how old was your son?"
"Twenty"
"And at twenty what was he doing with his life?"
"He was in college", she replied after a moment.
"Yeah?", questioned Panteku, "You ever went around and visited him there?"
"No...that I remember"
"But it was across the country, I remember he used to send pictures", she said, but gestured to want to speak again, something Panteku caught notice of.
"Take pictures, huh"
"Forget Cretone, Homeless Gregor, confess your secrecy"
"What were you doing during your time in college?"
The discouraged fellow kept his head bowed, as he was unable to look at his mother in the eye.
"I was not in college", he reluctantly admitted.
"I was moving between odd jobs, until I found something stable enough that you could be proud of"
"Something", he said, "something that was worth announcing, that was my plan"
"I'm sorry", says the Homeless man, lifting up his head to look at her, Cynthia nods in reply.
"I know Ansi well enough to know what it'll say about all of this", Panteku proclaims, focusing on the court again.
"Which is why I'm doing what I'm doing…establishing a pattern of observation"
"The accused did not only lie and omit information concerning family matters"
"But he continued to do so, long after the events that involved Lusanda"
"Even if it is true, as Ansi might tell us, that he kept those secrets for his sister's sake. It should also be true, that in the matters that did not involve her he should have told the truth", Panteku argued.
"But neither case is evidently true"
"Thus then, I have the liberty of concluding that this man chose to keep secrets"
"And I must add"
"His lies were a result of his own choices and not caused by some form of dilemma coercion as Cynthia has implied"
"By dilemma coercion I mean him choosing between telling what he knows about Lusanda to his mom, or not confessing anything at all"
"The homeless mortal, as we have heard and seen, has on many occasions lied outside of this so called sister-mother dilemma"
"And because of this, his habit of lying cannot be excused by that reason alone"
"It would be more accurate to conclude he adopted the method of secrecy, because of how easy it is to keep him out of trouble or any form of judgement", the Panteku argued.
The longer it speaks the greater its enthusiasm grows, evident by how many body gestures it performs to accompany its speech.
"And by trouble, I mean him not wanting to disappoint his mother, in any way possible"
"So once again, not only am I nabbing him for the disobedience of a ten"
"Honour Thy Mother, and Thy Father"
"But so too do I nab him for his indulgence with a seven deadly sins"
"The most common of them all"
"The deadly sin of pride"
"To cover any holes, my argument might have created. I'd say, yes, his mother might feel honoured"
"That is another lousy angle of defence Ansi over here might try to use"
"But the commandment demands obedience"
"And evidently Homeless Gregor was not"
"The same crimes he accumulated against his mother, also applies to his father"
"In addition to that"
"I charge him too with one count of the deadly sin of wrath, for punching his father father"
"But I must admit, that was a nice punch. So nice the father took the grudge to his grave", it laughs.
"Panteku", warns handler.
"Yes. Pardon me, your honour"
"Before I close, I'd like to say a few words", it said, and walked towards Homeless Gregor.
"Have you ever considered the effect of a lie?", it asks, seriously.
Homeless Gregor couldn't come up with anything, so he stared blankly at his prosecutor.
"Lies aren't just reality blinding"
"Consider, every lie you ever told your mother, that was meant to hide your failures, and cover up your flaws"
"A lie would create a false image, a false narrative"
"And once you sell someone that false image, they fall in love with it, not with you"
"But below the waters, what you've essentially done is refuse yourself the right to know if that person would still care and treat you kindly regardless of your failures and flaws"
"Now you'll never know"
"If your mother would have still stood by you if she knew the truth", Panteku said, "you robbed us the chance of really testing her as a parent"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving you advice here"
"There's no hope for the dead"
"But I'm blaming you, for making my work difficult", it claims, "if Cynthia wins her case and is allowed to enter Heaven"
"Would she be going there because her love for you was pure? Or would it be because she danced to the music you wanted her to hear?"
"How authentic would her character be?"
"Maybe you're not understanding what I'm saying, so I'll simplify it further"
"The type of lies you were telling were doing two things"
"One, easing you of any discomfort you'd have to deal with had you told the truth, and two, deceiving your mother into thinking everything was fine"
"Thus, breeding inaction on her part, thus we rob us of a chance of defining her character in instances uncomfortable truths should be told"
"Thus then perhaps, lies are a sin not just for the fun of it on God's part, but because they ruin the authenticity of cosmic judgement"
"By masking your reality to others, you too cheat yourself of the chance of experiencing their true identity"
"In the end when they fall in love with your false narrative, you will admire their non-existent loyalty"
"That's damn right", said Panteku, "lies have cosmic effect"
"And if I"
"The greatest creature to ever grace the universe, did not exist, the Heavens would be tainted with unauthentic beings, who have no right to see the throne, for your world is riddled with lies", sighed Panteku in self-admiration.
"That will be all members of the court", it said walking back its' side of the floor, "Cynthia, you may take your seat"
"Handler", Panteku said, when it came to a stop and folded its arms, "from here on out, I will refuse to lead this trial"
"I've said more than I should have, and I am very comfortable with how everything is going"
"It is the mute that needs to start throwing punches, not me"
"I agree", says handler, looking at Ansi standing against the wall, "I do not manage these trials, but Ansi, don't you think you've been a little too quiet?"
"Cretone, did most of the work", Ansi replies, slowly making its way to centre court, "I believe it is etiquette to allow your opponent to finish what they set out to say"
"Otherwise, these trials would be barbaric and I much enjoy being patient"
"Ooh thank you for practising your etiquettes"
"But I know you kept your tongue for even you cannot against the truth, and the overwhelming evidence", says Panteku from the opposite side.
"No", replied Ansi softly.
"That's not it...I got lost along the way...you know you do a lot"
"So, please remind me"
"Why did you invite all these witnesses?"
"Your client was feeling low, so I brought them here to cheer him on"
"But I guess they couldn't do that, not after witnessing all his acts of the night"
"Right. Acts of the night", repeated Ansi, "If you may, I still have some questions for you"
"It is standard procedure, go on"
"Why ask for their verdicts? Last I checked the decision is not dependent on them, so why put us through such a tedious process?"
"I'm petty", Panteku confidently admitted, "remember when I brought my analogy"
"What was it you said?"
"You said something about a mortal should be judged through the lens of a mortal and not that of a God"
"And so here they are, the mortals the bunch of them"
"And three have ruled in my favour, only one in yours"
"By the merit of an omnipotent being, it was not going well for your client"
"Through the merit of those who look like him, walk like him, talk like him, behave like him, it is still not going his way"
"So what now, Ansi? What angle? What excuse will you use?", it interrogates.
"Don't you think you have it wrong though?", Ansi asked.
"When we do these trials, we analyse and study, a suspect's days of breath, in its entirety"
"Not only does Cretone recreate the day, but the Eye also counts the number of days the suspect had occupied their world up to that point"
"For Homeless Gregor, that's a total of thirteen thousand two hundred and ninety four days", it informs.
"However, as we've all seen, the Eye can also divide a single day into different parts"
"When we were watching my clients' life, the calendar date, Thirteen December Nineteen Eighty Seven was broken up three times"
"While Twelve December Nineteen Eighty Seven was broken up two times, so on and forth"
"It is thus more accurate to conclude that Cretone works in terms of number of incidents occurred rather than number of days a mortal has lived"
"So an accused could end up with more incidences than days lived, or more days than incidents occurred", it deduced.
"Since you decided to give us a mortal opinion, why didn't you also use the mortal way?"
"Which is?", asked Panteku.
"Averages", Ansi replied.
"That's how they do it. That's how they get to decide who passes a test and who fails it"
"That's what I'm doing", Panteku immediately replied, "it is three to one in my favour"
"But again none of them are God. You inserted mortal opinion in cosmic court, granted it was a demonstration"
"But to replicate your logic, I'll insert mortal ways of passing within a cosmic court", it said.
"Since we are dealing with the totality of his incidents. Then the mortal way is to sum up the number of times an accused went against the will of God, and weigh it against the number of times he did not go against His will", explained Ansi.
"If the latter is a greater numeric value than the former, then my client should not be denied Heavenly admission", it argued.
"Because if we are to follow Panteku's logic, members of the court"
"This will be akin to sitting in one of those exams they take in their schools, only this time the examiner is not focused on any questions you got right only those you got wrong, and proceeds to fail you for the entire test", said Ansi.
"Please, it must be said, my analogy is no admission of guilt to the charges placed by the prosecutor onto my client, I am simply declaring the invalidity of its argument, by using an analogy with similar logic", Ansi emphasised.
"And as you've seen", it continued, "Panteku had Cretone run through over eight thousand days of my clients life"
"Only to show us about a dozen questionable incidences and alleged sins"
"That makes no sense"
"Did you hear that Homeless one?", said Panteku, "I hope you died with your calculator, turns out you'll be studying statistics in Heaven"
"Hey God look", it continued in an animated tone, "I only sinned forty nine percent of the time and not fifty one percent, so do take me upstairs", Panteku giggled at its own remarks.
"Before we can prosecute this mortal, we must draw a graph of his deeds, or a pie chart of his activities"
"So we can determine if he had days free of sin greater than days of sin"
"Oh my, this is comical", the Panteku laughed out loud, touching its waist.
"Oh Gregor the risen of Paradise", it continued.
"Please tell us how did you make into Heaven, asked the angels with abundant curiosity"
" 'Oh my dear guardians', Gregor cheerfully replied with a smile on his face. 'I was in court just now and it turned out, I lived a normal life' "
" 'A normal life!' the angels repeated as they rejoiced, 'what kind of normal life?' "
"I meant my life was a normal distribution, yeah, my lawyer said my deeds were a bell curve. And a bell curve means the Heavenly gates have rung their bells for me"
"Haha – happily laughed Gregor and the angels while they dressed in white cloak and ate delicious fruits"
" 'Amazing', the angels complimented, what an amazing advocate you had"
"It came to the genius assertion that Alpha and Omega, means judgement by statistics"
"Hahaha, the angels laughed as they drank their fine wine"
"Pardon my voice, gracious beings, that was the only way I could sneak in a laugh in front of handler", Panteku said as it returned to its natural voice, "but let me explain why the statistical approach towards judgement is a fairy tale"