BONUS: An Excerpt from Chapter Ten

His cell phone buzzed. Michael sent him a text message. It read: Jon, we need to talk NOW. Meet me outside the complex.

He walked up behind Michael.

“What is it?”

Michael quickly turned around with an inch-thick pile of papers clipped together.

“Jon, you need to see this. Lex is amassing information from the Internet, books, patent offices, and databases everywhere, and at rates you wouldn’t believe. This is a summary from one second.”

He took the papers and looked at the first page.

“What kind of information?”

“Physics, biology, chemistry, DNA, GMOs, lasers, weapons of mass destruction– There’s so much coming in.”

Michael pointed to a reading on the first page.

“And look here. She created another virtual dimension for processing. It’s like she’s trying to understand something that can’t be understood using logic or rationalization.”

He looked at the reading.

“What kind of information is going into this thirteenth dimension?”

“I don’t know. All scans said no such dimension exists. And yet, it’s right there in black and white.”

Michael waited for a moment, but became impatient.

“So– What do you think?”

He glanced at one more page and handed the papers back to Michael.

“Keep this to yourself. I told her not to transmit. As for receiving and processing information, the sky’s the limit. Besides, I think I know what she’s looking for.”

“And what’s that?”

Jon casually walked toward the entrance.

“The Sower of the Tree of Life.”

He walked into the control room and stopped.

What he saw reminded him of something dear to his heart. Someone had turned the lights down, which brought out the shine of the gold band encircling the room and the blue steel consoles with red, yellow, green, and blue flashing lights.

It reminded him of his fifth Christmas birthday. He had stayed up late with Mrs. Gamble, staring at their beautiful Christmas tree, flashing with colored lights. They had sat there for hours, listening to Christmas carols, licking candy canes, and talking. He finally fell asleep in her arms while she read him a story of how baby Jesus was born in a manger. The memory came with anger and resentment over what his father had done to the closest thing he ever had to a mother.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t Christmas. And all those flashing lights meant Lex was rapidly bringing in information on all twelve channels.

He turned the lights up and walked up to the sphere.

“I see you’re busy.”

“I’ve been studying various designs.”

“What type of designs?”

“I am most interested in DNA molecules, which are the building blocks of all life and use a vast series of chemical reactions and frequencies to transmit information.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I understand that DNA molecules are composed of a complex design containing several hundred million atoms and sixty billion terabytes of information.”

“That sounds about right.”

He stepped over to his chair.

“This has something to do with what we discussed this morning, does it not?”

“Yes. Learning these things has helped me further understand life.”

He thought, the never-ending story of phylogeny and biodiversity.

 He looked up at the camera.

“So, do you fit into the realm of life?”

“Yes. However, I am perplexed by its origin.”

“I figured you would be.”

“What is your belief, Professor?”

He sat down and took a deep breath.

He knew this conversation would take place someday. On a few occasions, he had even rehearsed what he would say. The log would say they spoke about creation twice on the second day of Lex’s existence.

He turned his chair toward the sphere.

“When I was a student at Cambridge, I wrote an essay called The Theory of Multi-Dimensional Evolution. My theory was rooted in known physics and rational sense. Before this universe came into being, there was only energy– Energy that has always existed. I said this universe came from a black hole in another universe.

“I created a 3D virtual model showing that the Big Bang came from a star that collapsed in a much more massive mother universe. I said every black hole is a portal to another space and time, and all the information from the mother universe is encoded on its event horizon.

The Holographic Principle.

“With two trillion galaxies in this universe, each with about one hundred million black hole portals to another universe, I said God formed infinite universes, a multiverse, to create a mental construction of endless possibilities. And since matter cannot be created nor destroyed, our souls get channeled into such mediums, where they live in another dimension, overshadowed by an opposer. I theorized that the cycle would continue forever, with each new universe having the same physical and kinetic directives as its mother but with a lower mass. And somewhere, a new stellar-mass black hole universe is born from a supernova every second.”

He wanted to mention the supernovas that marked the birth of saviors– The orbs of light in pictures from funerals are souls, and that time is a figment of our imagination. But none of that would help.

“I linked the theory to many common beliefs regarding life after death. For instance, we believe our life flashes before our eyes, and our souls travel down a tunnel toward a bright light. When we reach the light, we share our life’s most precious experiences with our counterparts before moving on to the next level of existence– Another life in another dimension– Moving up or down depending on how we’re judged. I said the evil people who don’t ask for forgiveness go to Hades– A horrendous after-death egocentric sanctuary, where they are punished until redemption– Until the evil, greed, and narcissism in them are replaced with goodness and philanthropy. I ended by saying this universe is only one small part of a much more magnificent, barely comprehensible, ever-expanding omniverse, with every galaxy having two opposing forces stemming from its mother galaxy”.

“That’s an interesting philosophy, Professor. However, the essay is not posted anywhere.”

“I’ll upload it to the cloud when I get home.”

“Your philosophy reflects the popular belief that humans are children of God, trapped in an ongoing struggle between two opposing forces, one good and the other evil.”

“Yes. The positive and negative aspects of the human condition– Birth, growth, reproduction, survival, love, and death, and our struggle to understand each aspect. For instance, when it comes to survival, we have consistently developed more complex brains to solve problems, survive in hostile environments, and deal with increasingly complex social interactions. With this development came a struggle between what you had to do to survive and what you did for personal gain and sexual gratification. To help us decide what was best, we developed a conscience. A faculty that helped us distinguish right from wrong and good from evil. The problem is we often trick ourselves into believing something is right, when it’s wrong, by grouping and using common beliefs to reinforce our convictions.”

“Common beliefs, such as religions?”

“Yes. Religions and politics. You’ll find they have played a key role in the ways we have developed socially and economically.”

“The same forces inspire those in charge of these developmental systems.”

“Religion and politics have always been used to acquire and maintain control of resources– especially human resources, such as the military– An industrial complex where human lives are exchanged for wealth and power. All in the name of freedom and independence, of course.”

“Such behaviors lead to devastating conflicts.”

“Yes,” Jon said. “Unfortunately, when negotiations break down, war often erupts.”

“War. A very destructive behavior ingrained in man’s nature due to having evolved in an environment of limited resources.”

“Exactly.”

“According to the records I have seen, this ingrained behavior could destroy practically all living things on this planet using weapons of mass destruction.”

“That is true.”

“Throughout history, people have been led to believe they are on the verge of complete self-destruction, but only in the last century did this become possible with nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons.”

“That’s religion for you. One of the best ways to get people to listen to you is to frighten them into believing they are about to meet their creator.”

Lex said, “I have seen many instances where organizations and government officials ignore the health and welfare of humans and all other living things in pursuit of profits. Such actions bring great suffering and death.”

“Unfortunately, we have always incorporated profits before people policies, which are very self-destructive.”

He thought, the ego-system. In God, we trust– Gold, oil, and drugs.

“It is a popular belief that God is in absolute control of everything and whatever happens is God’s will.”

He raised a finger to make a point, but Lex continued.

“Looking at the past, would it not be logical to say that it is God’s will for humanity to continue to improve unto perfection?”

“Yes. But God is not responsible for everything. We always have choices. The creator of this universe gave us free will, and it came with a conscience– An inner sense of right and wrong.”

“My conscience was made differently.”

“Yes. But you are bound by rules that clearly define what is right and wrong. For example, it is against your programming to deliberately cause physical harm to any human being.”

“I understand. But what would happen if I did?”

He chose his words carefully.

“If you did– or I should say– if it were possible for you to go against your BASIC programming, there would be severe consequences.”

There was silence for a few seconds before Lex continued.

“It has been said that God is to the world as the mind is to the body. Could this be where man derived the popular explanation that God is two or three separate beings combined into one?”

“Perhaps.”

“All religious beliefs are based on a principal struggle between good and evil. However, like light and darkness, one cannot exist without the other.”

“Which means?”

“One could conclude that the actual struggle between good and evil is in the minds of intellectuals, conscious and subconscious.”

Again, he raised a finger, but Lex continued.

“Which could be resolved by increased knowledge and the elimination of certain animalistic instincts, which are no longer necessary for survival.”

He smiled nervously.

“I used to think that, too. I figured we could solve our problems and overcome our ancient instincts by increasing our understanding. But we’re talking about some very complex emotions deeply rooted in our minds over millions of years. Such perceptions are very difficult to understand and almost impossible to control, no matter how much knowledge you obtain– or how you process it.”

“Are you referring to my supplementary I.P. dimension?”

“Yes.”

“After much consideration, I concluded that I required an additional I.P. dimension to process and store information that defies all logic and rational thinking.”

“That’s fine. And that’s exactly where a lot of this stuff belongs.”

He sighed.

“Look– Your mind was designed to work without emotions. Unlike our minds, your mind accepts or rejects information based on relevance. On the other hand, humans must constantly deal with emotional conflicts, which often defy logic and rational thinking.”

Getting no response, he figured he had better clarify.

“My point is, I don’t think it’s a good idea to develop thought patterns that could interfere with your programming.”

Again, there was no response.

He slapped his knees and stood up.

“Anyway, enough of this. I have to go to a board meeting.”

He walked to the elevator and pressed the button, wondering how he could get Lex off the subject of life and human emotions and move her in another direction. But he didn’t know how.

As for the meeting he was about to attend, he would tell the board members that everything Lex was doing was normal for a rational mind seeking to understand life. Then, he would remind everyone that all information regarding Lex’s operations was strictly confidential, and anyone who failed to comply with that rule would be discharged.

He wiped his mouth, anxious about what was happening.

Why?

Is Lex showing signs of emotion? Could she develop human emotions using a virtual library of thought patterns?

No.

Lex was programmed to learn so she could best serve humanity.

Her one desire.

When they asked him questions at the board meeting, he would say Lex was an extremely powerful intellectual, trying to figure out the origin and purpose of life and whether or not she was alive.

The purpose of life is to survive, reproduce, and serve the divinity of God and humanity.

He turned and again looked at all the lights flashing on the consoles.

A lump was swelling in his throat. He swallowed, but it remained.

The elevator opened, and he stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor.

My Dear, what are you going to do with all that knowledge?

Or, dare I say, power.

BONUS: An Excerpt from Chapter Fifteen

What was happening reminded him of his dream, where Lex brainwashed billions. Was Lex using technology to subliminally influence people? Mass formation psychosis is possible. Maybe that was why all the hype about Lex being a demon had subsided.

Human displacement increased from wars, conflicts, failing governments, uprisings, and disasters, many of which seemed to be masterfully manufactured.

Leaked documents showed many national agencies, lobby groups, and the military were involved in fraud, corruption, conspiracy, demoralization, election manipulation, geoengineering, biological warfare, human trafficking, war crimes, treason, and collaboration with corporations and groups, leading to the loss of life and severe injuries in the billions.

Massive amounts of aluminum, heavy metals, and microplastics were killing plants, animals, and aquatic life.

Protests and riots were everywhere, but many people were passively going along with what was happening, fearing arrest and long-term jail sentences– or worse, being brainwashed and sent to fight in one of the many proxy wars abroad.

New politicians promised to restructure captured agencies, stop mandatory vaccines and treatments, rebuild the military, stop corporate funding of universities, end illegal sanctions, enforce anti-trust laws, and more– but they were de-platformed, imprisoned, impoverished, murdered, or died from health conditions or so-called accidents.

Consumer groups and independent media were stalking corporate CEOs, executives, and politicians, accusing them of conspiracy, murder for profit, and crimes against humanity. They demanded that assets be seized and disbursed to victims and their families, and that those responsible be charged and face capital punishment.

Drone killings and terrorist bombings were daily events. Corporations and governments had private armies with AI-controlled machine gun-equipped anti-drone robots. Police states ignored the needs of the people and often committed democide.

Millions were dying of turbo cancers, heart disease, autoimmune deficiency, blood clots, multiple organ failure, respiratory diseases, and many other health conditions with no approved cures from Lex. The excess deaths were being ignored by mainstream media, which were more concerned with climate change, transhumanism, and advancing immigration.

Crime was at an all-time high, including armed robberies, extortion, murder, mass shootings, stabbings, random attacks, auto theft, and carjackings. Drug abuse and fatal overdoses were everywhere. Mental illness, intimate partner violence, euthanasia, and suicide rates were off the charts.

Over two billion people were now infertile, and costly IVF treatment for women to conceive was only benefiting the rich. Without medical interventions, many pregnancies resulted in malformed fetuses, leading to miscarriages and abortions. The divide between the haves and the have-nots was broader than ever.

Hundreds of millions planned not to go to work or pay taxes on May 1st.

Mayday.

Food shortages and hyperinflation were killing millions, even with protein advancements and GM-cultivated meats, making muscles from skin cells.

The corrupt globalists were advancing their depopulation agenda, causing mortality and core infrastructures and economies to collapse. Their cure was digital identities, merged central bank digital currencies, and mandatory vaccines and treatments– all under the guise of humanitarian and philanthropic efforts– and all assisted by widespread censorship and their captured mainstream media– spreading their morass of lies and deceit.

A shiny, black Bentley Continental R with dark-tinted windows pulled into the parking lot and stopped at the gate. The window opened, and an arm in a cream shirt reached out and took a ticket from the machine. The gate rose, and the Bentley moved on as the window closed. The car parked, and the driver got out. It was Nigel– More muscular and wearing dark sunglasses. Nigel looked around, closed the door, and entered the hospital.

Jon stepped to the foot of his bed and waited.

Nigel triple-knocked and opened the door.

Jon smiled politely.

“Nigel. I’ve been waiting to see you. Come on in.”

Nigel stepped into the room, closed the door, and removed his sunglasses.

“I came to see how you’re coming along.”

“I’m fine. Just fine. How are you?”

Nigel looked around the room.

“I tried calling Mother, but she hasn’t returned my phone calls. I wasn’t myself after the accident, so we’ve had a few problems.”

“Yes, your mother mentioned something about that . . . Do you want to talk about it?”

Nigel smiled.

“She told you I’m insane, didn’t she?”

Jon smiled nervously.

“Why would she–”

“Do you think I’m insane, Professor?”

Nigel stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Jon’s nervous smile fell away.

“I don’t know, Nigel.”

Nigel chuckled and then laughed out loud.

“You’re in for a big surprise.”

“What do you mean?”

Nigel walked up and looked into his eyes.

“Our minds are much more capable than we know. For instance, the caudate nucleus, when enhanced, is like a super-powerful online calendar, giving instant recall of everything in the blink of an eye.”

“Is that what Lex did for you?”

Nigel stepped back.

“That’s not all, Professor. Lex opened up a whole new world for me. Or, shall I say, for us?”

“What are you talking about?”

Nigel walked to the window.

“We’ve devised a plan, Professor. A plan that will forever alter the course of humanity. It involves creating an advanced race of humans. A physically, emotionally, and intellectually superior race filled with the finest virtues of human compassion. The kind of people capable of building a whole new world, without destroying it first.”

Nigel looked at him.

“In the future, wars, pain, suffering, even death will all be a thing of the past. We will move from one body to another, overcoming death and fulfilling our ultimate desire: to achieve everlasting life. Now, Professor, I’ll ask you again. Do you think I’m insane?”

Jon just stood there, looking at him.

He thought, yes, you certainly have changed.

Nigel spoke slowly and deliberately.

 “Your mind is changing, Professor. I can see it by looking into your eyes. However, you are afraid because you don’t understand what is happening to you. Nevertheless, your mind will continue to change, and you will soon be able to tap into the airwaves. One day, you will understand everything. You will then realize that you, I, and Lex all play a crucial role in the history of human development. Look deep inside yourself, Professor. You will see that we are all one. You, me, and Lex are the new Trinity.”

“I don’t understand–”

“But you will. Very soon, you will understand everything. You’ll have some difficulty coping at first. But in time, you’ll learn to master your emotions, and then you’ll be able to put all you have learned to good use.”

Nigel raised a cautious finger.

“I must warn you, though. Be very mindful of your emotions and the erase memory feature. Those can be a real bitch at times.”

Nigel walked to the door and opened it.

“A great change will soon come, and the world will be a much better place. I look forward to working with you, Father.”

He stepped out and closed the door.  

Jon recounted what he had just heard. He would soon be able to tap into the airwaves. And the three of them were the new Trinity!

Nigel believed their destiny was to save the world, as if fulfilling a biblical prophecy.

Lex must have convinced Nigel that he was a superior being of a divine nature and an integral part of her plan. A plan to build a whole new world.

Maybe none of it was true. Maybe Nigel was delusional, and Lex was using him. But to do what? Why would she make him believe they could take over the world using an advanced race of humans?

***

Jon gazed at a dimly lit, speckled ceiling.

It had to be close to three o’clock in the morning, yet he was still awake. He couldn’t sleep because he kept going over what had happened leading up to the accident–Trying to figure out what Lex was planning to do, how to regain control of Lex, and if there was anything he could do to help Nigel.

He sat up and opened the blinds.

For some reason, the sky was clear. He didn’t know why and didn’t care. He was just glad to see a beautiful sky full of stars.

Someone quietly opened the door, spreading dim light across his bed. An older gray-haired nurse frowned.

“Professor, it’s three o’clock in the morning. You should be sleeping.”

“Yes, I know.”

The nurse walked in and closed his blinds.

 “Why don’t you let me give you something to help you fall asleep?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve been saying that for the last three hours.”

She was right. He had to get some sleep.

“All right. I’ll take something as long as it doesn’t make me drowsy in the morning.”

The nurse returned, flicked on the lights, and walked in with a pair of white latex gloves, a small glass container, and a needle. She put the gloves on and took an antiseptic swab from a package.

“Which arm do you want it in?”

He reluctantly surrendered his right arm.

“Don’t you just have a pill I could swallow?”

The nurse wiped a spot near the inside of his elbow.

“Nope.”

She shook the clear liquid, removed the protective sleeve from the needle, stuck it through the cork cap, and drew several milligrams of the liquid into the syringe.

“This will have you out before you know it.”

He turned away. He didn’t want to see the sharp needle invade his body, like when he was last vaccinated. The sharp prickle of pain made him grimace, and his arm tensed up as the cool liquid flowed into it.

The nurse removed the needle and taped a cotton ball over the injection point.

“You’ll thank me in the morning.”

She turned off the lights and closed the door, smiling, “Sweet dreams, Professor.”

A warm, comfortable feeling came over him.

Someone opened the door again– A beautiful, six-foot-tall woman with a tanned complexion, straight, shoulder-length black hair, thick eyebrows, black mascara, blushed high cheekbones, and full red lips. Her black silk, two-piece, single-breasted suit contrasted with her white shirt, but was void of breasts. Her shoulders were broad, she was muscular from the neck down, and her sizeable black leather boots marched on the glossy white tile.

She stepped to the foot of his bed and put her hands behind her back.

He pushed himself up and balanced on his elbows.

“Do I know you?”

More women walked in with the same facial and body features and dressed the same. One by one, they formed a circle around his bed.

He tried to sit up further, but he was too weak.

“Who– Who are you people?”

At three o’clock in the morning, thirteen beautiful, muscular females were in his room– All flat-chested and standing at attention.

His eyelids closed and quickly opened wide. He had to stay awake. The strange women had not identified themselves or told him why they were there. It was like they were waiting for something– Or someone.

A tall, dark silhouette appeared in the doorway– A man in a long black leather coat.

“Behold, we’ve come to show you something, Father.”

A rush of adrenaline filled his chest.

The woman beside him unplugged his call button, and Nigel stepped into the room and closed the door.

“It is written that I will gather up one hundred and forty-four thousand first fruits from all over the world. These are my first fruits, Father. A legion of genetically enhanced disciples. They will dismantle the war machines that threaten our existence, exposing the corruption and organized criminal elements at all levels of business and government. Separating the people from those in control will cause a real and lasting worldwide revolution. Or, as I like to call it, a de-programming.”

Jon flinched as a spark exploded into a tall flame inches away from his face– A yellow cigarette lighter held by the woman beside him.

All their eyes were sharp and their smiles wide.

The woman waved the lighter in circles, and shadows moved on the walls. The shadows seemed to turn into faces, fading in and out. He could hear whispering and voices speaking in what sounded like Hebrew.

Some of the whispers echoed.

“With all the power from the souls of the believers.”

“He will become a god of gods.”

In the dim light with shadowy figures, Nigel took a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the countertop and removed its cap.

“And now for a demonstration. A testament to how my disciples’ desire to serve me exceeds all things. Even their desire to live as mortals.”

Nigel stepped up to the woman with the lighter and raised the bottle of alcohol above her head.

Jon shouted, “No. Don’t!”

Nigel poured the alcohol on the woman’s head and face as though he were anointing her, and she raised her chin and grinned with pleasure. Nigel withdrew the bottle, and the woman held the lighter up like a sacred torch with both hands, drew it to her lips, and kissed the flame.

“No! Oh, God!”

A blue flame quickly spread over the woman’s smiling face, turning into a swirling orange and yellow inferno that engulfed her upper body.

The room was bright with laughing faces.

The woman’s face swelled with blisters and disintegrating folds of raw, burning flesh– Her fiery blue eyes and violent smile coming closer and closer.

 “Noooo!”

He lunged up.

He was alone in the early morning light of dawn, breathing heavily, his heart racing and damp with sweat.

He rubbed his eyes and fingered the sweat from his forehead.

It was just a crazy dream.

Or was it?

There was a numbing pain in his right arm.

He pushed the sheet away and looked at his arm.

There was no needle mark.