I walked into a horribly dark room. You might say I was a bit terrified. What was going to happen? Was I truly walking into the same room as God? I could see a little light increasing its territory in the distance. I hesitated, but then walked slowly toward it.

            As I got closer, I could see a shape beneath the light. But the light was burning my eyes so I had to look away. What use was there coming in here when I couldn't see?

            "You don't need to see to communicate," said a deep voice somewhere in front of me. Or was this voice even spoken? I felt like it was from inside my mind, yet my ears heard it as well. It's hard to explain, just bare with me, it gets weirder.

            I looked up though the light was burning fiercely, causing my eyes to water. There, the light changed form into the shape of an ordinary computer. I remembered my master having one at home. What were you expecting? I asked myself as I looked back down away from the light, a talking mule?

            The voice spoke again with a hint of laughter in its voice. "Yes, I've seen that before, I find that show amusing."

            "How…how can you hear me? I didn't speak."

            The computer seemed to ignore me. "Have you ever read the Bible, Promised One?"

            I was thinking of asking him about this "Promised One" business, but I thought I could get to that later. "Well, no. I've heard a lot about it though. I know English, but I can't read it."

            "Are you familiar with the omnipotence of God?"

            "Well, yeah."

            "I would find it a simple matter on how God could communicate."

            So I was talking to God. "You're reading my mind then?"

            The voice laughed heartily. "You certainly have courage, Promised One. But that is not necessarily true. Your heart speaks to me."

            "Why do you keep calling me that?"

            "I will tell you what you do not know. It is written in an ancient document that on the planet Dalshep, a great evil will come. This evil cannot be stopped by anyone, anything. Yet one would come and destroy this evil and the planet would be saved."

            The voice paused. I painfully looked up and saw the computer's light pulsing. I quickly looked down, the light too painful for my eyesight.

            The computer continued. "Half of this prophecy has come true. Dalshep is full of evil and only one being can stop it."

            I knew what was coming.

            "You are the Promised One and you must go to Dalshep to save its people."

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            I choked. "Hold on! Stop right there! What are you talking about?"

            The voice chuckled. "I'm talking about you being the Promised One and going to Dalshep and saving its people. Were you not listening while I was talking?"

            "I didn't know God was so literal," I said more to myself than him.

            "I know what you mean, Promised One. Just keeping the spirit light." I heard the voice musing to itself over some little joke.

            "What kind of light conversation is this?! Out of nowhere I'm pulled into a pond by some freaky alien thing and told I have to go save a world that I've never heard of! How do I even know this is real? I'm dreaming I must be…"

            I heard remorse as it spoke again, "I didn't authorize your means of transportation, Promised One, and I am deeply sorry. But I assure you, this is not a dream."

            "Why me?!" I shouted. "Do I look like a hero to you?"

            Again, it seemed to ignore me. "I can give you 24 hours to think about this mission, and then your ship will take flight. Of course, it is your decision alone that will take you." I heard sadness in his answer.

            I sighed and said, "May I ask you something?"

            "Please do."

            "When I told Gabriel about my master being Paul, he fell over in surprise. Why did he react like that?"

            I felt it sigh. "The prophesy says that there will be a descendent of Paul that will be the death of many on Dalshep. Gabriel has yet to believe in me"

            "But I'm the promised one, aren't I?"

            "Yes. That is the reason for his reaction."

            "You know what will happen."

            "It is as you say."

            "Well?"

            "You want me to tell you the future?"

            "Why not? It would help."

            "Are you so sure of that?

            I fell silent.

            "Promised One, why can you not trust me?"

            "Something bad could happen," I said softly.

            "Don't worry. I have everything planned out."

            "But ..."

            "Everything works out for the good of the Lord."

            "Like how?"

            "Have you every heard of the Revolutionary War?"

            "No."

            "It was a war fought way back in 1782. The war was to separate the 'United States' from England."

            "And how is this bad?"

            "Do you know what results in war, Promised One? Death! Pain! Suffering! I have defined those things not true goodness."

            "So what good did come out of it?"

            "America was free. It was no longer under the thumb of England. And where do you think you live today?"

            "Whoop-dee-doo! Goody for the U.S.A. But couldn't you just have skipped all that bad stuff and let the Americans go free? Is it that hard?"

            "The future is planned out the way I intend it to be, Promised One. You have to trust me. Do you understand?"

            "Yes," I said quietly, not really sure that I did. I still questioned myself: Why was I believing everything it told me?

            "Go rest now, Promised One."

            I turned around and started to leave, when I heard God say, "Remember, I am always with you."