“And it came to pass that the world once lived in peace and happiness. All loved God, and God loved all. Then one day Evil came into the world. Yes, men of a different god invaded the world and brought with them a false deity. Under a banner of ‘true authority,’ these invaders claimed the new land as their own, armed with their books and documents of iron words that promised false freedom and false peace.”
As he read the teleprompter, Warren could feel the heat of his own conviction.
“And these men dreamed of unifying all God’s children under this false idol that promised freedom from what they called delusion. Freedom from what they called oppression.
“And they filled the world with believers, not of the one true God, but worshippers of their false god, reciting so-called truths. And the one true Creator who feeds, clothes, and protects them was rejected. They cursed His gifts and piled them into trash heaps. They scorned and derided God’s true people. And the false god ruled, and his book of lies was shipped.”
He took a sip of water, his veins throbbing with heavenly purpose.
“And their book is called Science. And their false god is called Reason. And their followers have taken the true God’s world without valid authority. And they teach the belief that science provides the answer to every question and liberates the mind from ignorance. And that anyone who believes in the Almighty God is backwards and stupid.
“But I tell you that the rise of secularism has so hollowed out Western society that it gave rise to moral relativism, which regards all beliefs and principles as equal. This secularism has resulted in the junking of moral codes that have sustained people for twice a thousand years, leaving Western religion vulnerable to attacks of radical fundamentalists from afar.”
He judiciously avoided naming Islam so as not to politicize his message of global unity.
“You’ve heard me say countless times that God doesn’t require us to understand His will, just obey it, unreasonable as it may seem at times. You’ve also heard me paraphrase Mark Twain, When scientists explained the rainbow, we lost more than we gained. But the truth is that the more science unravels the mysteries of the world, the more mysterious the world remains. As many scientists have proclaimed, there need not be a conflict between religion and science.
“We’ve all heard the expression ‘Fight fire with fire.’ I believe it was Shakespeare who first said that. And there is great truth to that. And soon, yes, soon we will fight fire with fire and show how reason and science can be enlisted to verify the Word of God.
“No, I can’t say when exactly that’ll happen, but soon. Soon, my brothers and sisters. Soon we’ll demonstrate to all the world the truth of God’s promise to you. The truth that has sustained the faithful for twenty centuries. Truth that has driven this ministry. Truth—irrefutable truth right from the hands of science itself.
“It is coming, my brothers and sisters. It is coming. Hallelujah, the great day of the Lord is coming.”
A moment later Warren stepped into the office, puffed up and beaming. “So what do you think?”
“You could sell condoms to a priest,” said Morris Stern, whose small eyes flickered at him behind his glasses.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Warren gave Stern a hard glare. The man was a brilliant scientist, but an insufferable infidel. God only knew where Elizabeth had found him.
“Just kidding,” Stern said. “You’ll have them eating out of your hand.”
“At first, you had me a little nervous making science sound like the God killer,” Elizabeth said. “But you came around nicely.”
“I’m not about to feed the hand that smites me.”
“You are the wordsmith, Warren.”
Gladstone seated himself at his desk. On the wall behind him hung a plaque that replicated the mission bannered on their GodLight Web site: “Ours is a covenant with the Lord God Almighty to spread the Gospel of the Messiah by means of mass communications to the whole world.”
Warren’s plan was to continue making these teasing little broadcasts, priming the spiritual pump until they had the evidence they sought—evidence that would reconcile religion with science and once and forever put an end to the rancor and enmity between the two camps.
“By the way, did you find someone to replace what’s-his-name … Pomeroy, you know, how to process all the cellular activity or whatever it is?”
“No,” said Stern. “But we have Sarah Wyman, a former student and very competent woman who’s working on that.”
“What’s her philosophical position?”
“She’s a dedicated scientist.”
Stern’s code phrase for atheist. “As long as she can do the work.”
“That she can.”
“Then how come you look like you’ve just come from a funeral?”
“Well, we have a bit of bad news.”
Warren stiffened in his chair. “What happened?”
“We lost another contractor. LeAnn Cola,” said Stern.
“What happened?”
“Gas leak while she slept. Luckily her daughter had the air conditioner on.”
“What a terrible shame, and poor child. Will that affect us?”
“No, not really.”
“There’s something else,” Elizabeth said, and handed him a news article. “Police are investigating two dead males with high levels of tetrodotoxin in them.”
“How were they identified?”
“An illegal alien from Haiti, found dead on a back street in Charlestown. The other, a homeless guy fished out of the Charles with his head crushed. Before he fell in, a witness saw him on the rail of the Harvard Bridge in the middle of the night while another man smashed him on the head with a baseball bat.”
“Good God,” Warren said.
“A witness claimed the victim appeared to wait for the other to hit him. A mercy killing.”
Warren scanned the article. “We’re hoping to send them to heaven, instead we created a living hell. This is terrible.”
Stern cut in. “Before you get all worked up, he was a drug-addicted nobody.”
“That’s not the point. We can’t be sacrificing people to find God even if they’re street people.”
“Well, science often moves from the bottom up.”
Warren felt his face fill with blood. “These people talk, they have friends. What if the police trace them to us? Good God, we could be put away forever.”
“That won’t happen,” Elizabeth said. “We’ve taken every precaution imaginable.”
“But you don’t know?”
“Warren, calm down. There’ll be no more mistakes,” Elizabeth said. “We’ve turned the corner with a whole new category of test subjects—younger, cleaner subjects whose brains aren’t rotted out by drugs and booze and suffering delusions.”
25
“Hey, brother, we passed.”
“There’s a claim to fame,” Zack said. “We’re qualified to sleep.”
It was a little before noon when Damian called. It was Friday of the Memorial Day weekend, and three days had lapsed since Zack had sent Dr. Luria his medical records. In that time, Zack had received another overdraft notice from Bank of America for a check he had written just before his accident. The coma had cost him $125 in fines alone. He was now nearly $5,000 in debt.
“Yeah, but if you’re really tired, it might get the dogs off your butt.” Someone had called Damian to say that a car would pick them up at seven to take them to the center. Then he read off the restrictions: “No caffeine drinks after two P.M. No stimulants, alcohol, or sedatives. We can shower, but no use of conditioners, gel, mousse, and skin lotions—something about having good electrode contact with the skin. Eat normally and bring a change of clothes.”