Paramatman Cont.

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 Wager whispered into the carpet just inside his office door.
 “Paramatman, all that is, I rejoice in unending service to your name.”
Reluctantly he stood. Prostration felt like the only time his purpose was clear and his mind at ease.
His spirits were high; this day was a good one for him. Nolie was a known familial and her conversion seemed very close. Generally one on one conversion wasn’t the business of Elders of Wager’s stature, but he had a special interest in seeing this through. Working with Nolie through the rites would be seen by the Board as a selfless act of service.
 Service was the basis of a good Uniccord member. And Wager had always done more than was required, and moved steadily higher in his sect. He was accepted to the Board at the relatively early age of 37 and now four short years later he was actually a valid candidate for the Trifecta.
 The Uniccord Trifecta was the highest office and was shared by three equally powerful Elders. Wager didn’t like to think about what would be happening to Elder Veers in the near future, but taking over her place in the Trifecta was constantly on his mind.
 The antiquated method of retiring Uniccord members was clearly outlined in the scriptures, but remained one of the things that Wager was wont to question in the quiet places of his heart.
 Euthanasia seemed to Wager to go against everything else that Uniccord stood for. But then again the quiet acceptance of death when one’s time had expired was very much a civilized idea. It had always confused him, but never, since his rites, had he admitted this confusion to anyone. He was an Elder and a leader. His reports counted on him and in essence all members of all of their flocks counted on him too. He was a role model.
 He had found himself in supplication much of the last few days, being that upon acceptance into the Trifecta he would be obligated to perform the deed himself.
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