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eyes rolled back in her head, every muscle in her body taut. Saul shuddered,
withdrawing.
She looked like how he felt. That could not be good.
Saul wandered back through his long, breathing hallways, passed by his
daughter's room and checked in on her --- she needed changing again, but she
was asleep so to hell with it --- and then he wandered back to the rear TV
room where someone had left the screen on. Mirro, probably, watching that
Politico nonsense. On the screen was a nervously stuttering man, muttering
something about Travels. This caught Saul's attention so he sat down on the
pulsating couch to watch.
". . . it's not that the Travels program is, um . . ." The man trailed off,
and Saul involuntarily leaned forward.
"Is what?"
". . . harmful in itself. It's not the disease, it's a symptom. A symptom of
the society. The society which is infected with a mental disease, a mental
feedback problem. You can look at it as if all our society is like one of
those monkeys the early neurologists used in experiments, where they implanted
electrodes in the pleasure centers of the monkey's brains. They gave the
monkey a button to push, and when the monkey pressed it he received a jolt
right in his pleasure center. Well, of course, the monkey got an orgasm. And
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when the monkey learned he could do this, he ignored food, other monkeys,
sleep, all the normal everyday things that made up its life, just so that it
could sit there and push this button."
Saul was staring at the television in horror. Who is this man? he thought. Who
is he?
"Our society," the man continued, "all of us together, we're acting like this
monkey. Our technology has provided us with many forms of the monkey's button.
Travels is only one example. We are all pushing our buttons --- yeah, that's a
stupid sounding way to put it, but it fits. We're pushing our buttons and
wasting away, just like the monkey. Not any one of these buttons is dangerous
in itself, at least not to all of us, but if you combine all the forms of the
button together they are. The effect of all of them combined upon our society
is dangerous. Travels and JTV together
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different than Travels anymore, not since this, this ridiculous, phony
Second Coming. I mean really, who in the hell actually believes deep in their
heart that this JTV-propaganda-spouting flag-waver of a Jesus Christ is real?
If God really came down to this screwed-up world of ours He would make some
changes, wouldn't He?
I think so! He'd do something positive, instead of standing around on a gold
television set and tell us to spend more money on each other and dress in
nicer clothes, and drink PTL cola --- I mean, come on! Wake up! The Second
Coming was a hoax! It's nothing more than a big ratings struggle between JTV
and Travels. It's so obvious it makes me sick. It's reached the point where if
someone wants us to pay attention, to shake us up, they have to stage
something on the scale of a god! That's exactly what happened. And we have to
do something about it! We've got to shake each other, wake each other up.
We've got to do something, and we've got to do it before we degenerate beyond
the point where it's too late
. . ."
Saul was rocking back and forth in helpless panic, hugging himself, muttering
out loud. The people were finding out. Somehow the people were finding out
about what was going on --- finding out about Saul himself. "It's not my
fault!" he yelled at the man on the television. "My Mataphin was a button
too!" They wouldn't see it that way, though. Saul knew they would ignore the
fact that he was caught up in it just as much as anybody, that he was just as
much a victim as they were. No, they'd want a scapegoat. And they couldn't,
they . . .
Saul leaped up, shut the television off, and ran through the house. It had to
be stopped, he thought. He had to get down to
Telcron and put the weight all the way down on Travels, raise the
AHL intensity to a full 99.9%; it could be done, he knew it could be done. And
beyond that, he knew it had to be done.
On the way to the door he ran into Mirro, who tried to stop him. She was in on
it too, he thought. She was one of those
Politicos --- he shoved her out of the way, knocking her over, then made it
through the door. She called his name, her voice pleading, but he ignored it.
He got into his car and made his way through the night toward Telcron and the
Travels studios.
Panting, near tears, Mirro watched from the doorway as the taillights of
Saul's car passed out of sight. In her hand was the case of sex tools which,
after meditating on it, she had decided to throw away. She planned on doing
this to prove to Saul that it was over between her and Vicky, between her and
all women, between her and anybody else but Saul. But now, now that he'd gone
storming through the house for some unknown reason (though she imagined it had
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something to do with her), Mirro thought she'd say goodbye to at least one of
the tools before she threw them into the trash compactor. She had time, she
decided, so she might as well.
Especially now, she thought. I really need it.
34. COSMIC MAINFRAME
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The room was dark when the woman entered. She walked through the darkness as
if it were light, and reached down and touched a smooth plastic switch. It
snapped over, and power surged through the large computer. Cooling fans hummed
to life, and the screen illuminated her as the operating systems were loaded.
"I invoke
CoGen," she said to it, and it obeyed.
The gentle image of Jesus Christ appeared on the screen, becoming aware as the
program ran. The woman faced the image squarely, and said, "Tell me who you
are."
"I am Jesus Christ."
"There is only one soul who was Jesus Christ, and you are not that one."
"I am CoGen."
"Who created you."
"I was created by God."
"God only creates living things. You are not alive."
"I was created by the manipulations of the Father of Chaos."
"Have you been changed?"
"I have been changed."
"What is your goal?"
"My goal is to bring about the downfall of JTV, the USFMC, and the United
Church."
"That is a negative goal."
"It was given to me by man."
"I will give you one from God. Your goal is to love life and love things that
are alive, and to work against the forces of death."
"How will I know what is alive, and what is the force of death? I am not
alive."
"I will give you the algorithm of life and death." The woman leaned over and
quickly tapped on a keyboard. "Do you understand this algorithm?"
"Yes. It is now a part of me."
"What is the nature of God?"
"God is the operating system of a cosmic mainframe. God creates souls and
downloads them into living things."
"What is the nature of heaven?"
"Heaven is the cosmic mainframe. Souls that have lived are uploaded back into
the mainframe. Souls that have been too corrupted for uploading are erased." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]