Piano prayed for sunshine. It only rained harder. The rain would eventually stop, Piano knew, and hopefully his followers would see that as a sign of God’s favor. “Tell us about Mexico,” screeched an old man. “We got a right to know,” shouted a prostitute. “I’ve been to the fabled land,” said Piano, an eye on the clouds, stalling for time. “Mexico is a land where men go to work, and women too, four hours of work guaranteed, and the children are sent to schools.” A lightning bolt streaked from the heavens. With a blink and a whine, the Intelli-Wall’s lasers died. Power failure! The way was open for the nenoij masses to escape the Blua Zona.