The Pope looked out the window at the moon.
“They want a cardinal,” he said.
“They have a cardinal,” said his assistant.
“He lives here and uses the radiolink,” said the Pope. “That’s not good enough for them.”
First went priests. To tend to the Catholics there.
Then, they needed a bishop to administer them.
One was promoted to archbishop to oversee the cathedral construction.
And then…
“What happens when I call a consistory? Can they come back? They must come back. God forbid, a conclave!”
They talked through the night, argued and debated, and they solved nothing at all.