To the sound of that word the mayor broke the bottle on the ship’s hull.
The captain let his imagination run loose.
“Suppose in the future we could travel at Godspeed? Suppose we’d be able to locate the Good Lord himself and use his power to travel not just to the New World but to the stars?”
“Enslave the Lord to harness his omnipotence?”
“If you will, lord mayor. Imagine how we’d further our knowledge of the world we inhabit. Imagine the giant leaps we would take. We could eradicate disease. Grow food for the poor. Make walk the crippled.”
“Rely on faith to advance science. Yours is a grand dream, captain.”
It was also heresy.
So they burnt the captain at the stake.
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