The Conversation


The dark room flickered with intermittend flashes from the Navi's monitor. Multi-coloured messages of information illuminated the face of the Navi's owner as she worked. Her hands danced over the keyboard, like moths around a lightbulb. The elegant and beautiful display of keyboard prowess continued for several minutes until the teenaged girl slammed the keyboard out of frustration.

"Damn it!' she exclaimed, her hands clenched in anger. "Why can't I get in?"

"You're wasting your time." came a voice from the monitor speakers. "You don't need passwords and security software when you join The Wired. It all flows naturally, like a river it has no-one to command it but itself. Join The Wired, join me and be free from the confines of flesh and bone."

The girl shook her head. "I can't join, I have things I want to do."

"Things of the flesh, things that are transitory, of the moment, cast them away, forget them, they are insignificant." The voice was deep, but gentle, commanding, yet reassuring.

"Who are you? Why do you keep talking to me?" the girl shouted, slamming her hands against the monitor screen.

"I, I am God." replied the voice.

"God?" the girl through her head back and laughed. "I thought you'd come up with something better than that. You're not God."

"No, not the God you think of. But in all The Wired I am worshipped and something that is worshipped can be considered a God, that is I."

The girl froze, her mind passed back to something she had read on The Wired, about a group called The Knights, an elite band of hackers who worshipped a prophercy of a man who would give himself up to The Wired and open the door for all to follow. His arrival had been foretold by The Knights, could this really be him. "God, who worships you?"

God chuckled. "The Knights are my apostles, The Wired is where my followers worship me, you can join them, forever."

"How?"

"You have to let go, let go of the flesh and your mortal desires, let go and you will follow meinto paradise. Come Chisa, I'll take care you you."


Chisa stood on the rooftop, her hair swaying in the cool wind. She had tried to hack into her test results at her school. It seemed so long ago, the chance encounter with God, she was going to meet him, she would love him as he loved her, for all eternity.


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The Conversation

Copyright Jody Armstrong 2001

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