Author Note: It is sad that Joan of Arcadia was canceled. It should be a crime to cancel a show before it can give its audience some form of closure and tie up some of the bigger loose threads. Just as a new character who has a the for religion emerges the series was canceled leaving much unfinished. Perhaps it was better to scrap the episode altogether until JoA fate was decided. They should at least have a book written in replacement for season 3*cough*email CBS about it*cough* anyways this is my interpretation of how Ryan Hunter became a Dot Com Millionaire. I hope I nailed Ryan down, not a whole lot of info to go on.

A Dot Com Millionaire.

Chapter 1

People seem to fall into two categories, those who believe in God and those who don't. I learned along time ago that God exists, but he should be destroyed. What right does he have to barge into my life? God claims he has created all the varies religions so that everyone can find him and learn the truth. Fine, lets accept this. So why does he allow all the religions to clash? Why has religion and his name been allowed to promote war? His answer is as always, 'Free Will.' Free Will is the root of all evil, not money. I kept my peace with this. Surely he has his reasons for what he does. Some great plan. I used to think this, but no longer. Why should a low life obtain millions, while someone who has done gods bidding for years? Whats my reward? That warm fuzzy feeling in my heart? This is, as they say, the straw that broke the camels back.

I remember the day perfectly, perhaps this is Gods failed attempt to 'punish' me. Maybe he is simply hoping I will regret these actions some day. Perhaps I will, only God knows. It was my senior year, I had undecided plans. While I should have been with a girlfriend, planning my College I was running meaningless errands.

"Hello Ryan," An elderly man said. I paused to look at him. I knew he knew that I was cursing him, but not because of his facial expressions. His guise had a calm peaceful expression outlined in wrinkles. He looked as if a slight breeze could knock him over.

"How may I pleasure the Almighty?" I asked pleasantly in a guise of my own. Why should he be the only one to play Halloween year round? For a brief moment ours eyes locked, but behind his eyes I saw nothing.

"I want you to visit the library today," God said in that all to pleasant manner that he knew irked me. "They are receiving a new computer." For a long moment I contemplated what he was saying. Wishing God couldn't read my mind.

"Sure, whatever you say," I replied. God flashed his pearly white dentures. I suppose even a god must lose his teeth, or perhaps he was simply mocking those who could? I thought bitterly, running my tongue over my own perfect teeth. The elderly man walked away, and gave his signature wave and left.

As I watched him leave, I felt a cold gust blow past me. When he turned the corner I turned my eyes to the morning sky. What a great day to ruin, I thought. I turned around, no longer needing to go to school, and made my way through the busy sidewalk to the soon obsolete Library.

When I arrived at the nearly empty library I slowly picked my way through the aisles until I came across the computers. A man wearing glasses was installing the computer God foretold. I lingered for a moment, unsure whether or not I should say anything.

"Nice computer," I said aloud.
"That it is," the man turned around, the face of a child at Christmas displayed.

"How much this cost the city?" I said stepping forward, as if to try and sound enthusiastic.

"Actually it was free, some guy donated it," The technician explained, "wish I could afford something like this." The man looked over his shoulder, the gleam of greed apparent in his eye."Well its all yours, you can be the first to use it."

"Thanks, I think I will." I showed the same guise as I did God. The man walked away, whistling a tune I couldn't recognized. I turned my attention to the computer screen. Its background was of some tropical island. You know god, if you want to send me there as a little favor, I am all for it. I thought, knowing God could hear me.

The hours dwindled by and the library remained quiet. Few people lingered in the aisles, perhaps Libraries wont fall with the Internet just yet. I mused. But as the hours moved slowly my patience dried. Was I supposed to protect this computer? I though, or perhaps this was a divine joke, maybe even punishment? But for what? Why should I be punished for the way I was created? Or for the laziness of a god who refused to correct his creation?

"Is that the new computer?" A man said from behind waking me from my meditation. I looked around, and found a large obese man with thick rimmed glasses and behind those glasses were two brown beetle eyes. His face was scrunched up, as if constipated. This black hair was unkempt and greasy.

"Yes it is," I replied hoping my disgust didn't show. I put on the too familiar guise.

"Oh I would kill to have one of these, but money is tight," The man frowned, "can I use it?" I looked from the computer, nothing seemed special about it. So why was he so fascinated with it? Back to the man. I shrugged and stood up.

"Was just finished," I said. Before I could finish, he shoved me out of the way and plopped down. His little eyes devoured the screen eagerly, forgetting that I was even there.

Another one of Gods failed creations. I thought annoyed. So he is part of my task?