In this short story, two gods meet across realms to discuss how they govern humans. Could both methods be wrong?
The Beautiful One, shining like jasper, sits upon an invisible throne and overlooks his creation. It has been millennia and more since he made them. He wound the clock, set them up and enjoy watching them from his heavenly view.
“Old Friend!” Beckons Silver One. “Are we well?”
“As well as can be,” Beautiful One looks down on a couple holding hands. His heart paces faster as they engage in a kiss and the soon to be groom plucks a hair behind the bride’s lovely ear.
“If you look to your left, Oh, Beautiful One, there is sand kicking up in that land over there.” Silver One’s platinum fingers rest on Beautiful One’s shoulder. Silver One laughed like a beautiful witch, yet had the build of a gladiator.
Silver One would remind you Silver Surfer, but could be male or female.
“Yes. I see.”
“Will you not send your messengers to stop it? I hear the cries of the hungry too. They are akin to mewling kittens.”
Beautiful One chuckled, although with a long face full of sadness. “Some of the sand will stop. Someone is praying and they are strong.”
Silver One leaves Beautiful One’s side. He(or she) pulls out a very light, thin device. It is flat and similar to an iPad or a smartphone but much lighter. Silver One plugs in a few codes.
“Whatever are you doing now?”
“Someone’s thoughts went awry. Can’t have that. You know I saw her future ten minutes ago? She was literally going to stab the ones who made her. In their sleep!” Silver One cast white eyes back to the pad. “I’m signaling a messenger now to stop two couples from procreating. I think I may issue death by heart attack before the sex begins. Maybe he will topple over her.” He tsk tsked. “Bad programming or a bug.”
Beautiful One wanted to intervene, tell Silver One that would not be right, but Silver One was a god, just like him. Who was he to tell him(her) they were wrong? Perhaps this was best.
“This keeps you busy then.”
“Yeah. I have a filtering system built into all my humans. Some of them go off code and I have to turn them back to their true selves.”
“I’m quite surprised you allow them to reproduce.”
“Allow? No. Each one has a set time to procreate, dear Beautiful One. Keeps the population balanced.” Silver One clicked away on the device and mumbled something about goblins and guns. “I purposely selected a few to remain sterile for experimental reasons.”
Beautiful One turned his attention back to his people. Someone over in the Americas was praising a flag before sport and the chorus of a single one lifted to his ears. Such beautiful notes from a people who choose to idolize fabric! To idolize his land!
Silver One was watching too. “If my own did that, I would have no problems with it.”
“Really. I have programmed their bodies to shut down if they ever did something like that.”
“You? Call me cruel?” Silver One’s face bunched up in disgust as if tasting something foul. “You unlovable goat. “You are the same one who sat by and watched some disgusting punk of flesh abuse and give his betrothed AIDS. Now you still have a poverty problem and let’s not get into race issues which should have been deaded long ago. It was only asleep.” Silver One’s eyes rolled.
Beautiful One took his old friend’s words with a pinch of salt. They always got into the same tired arguments when they cross lines like this.
“There was a time I did intervene,” he bowed is head. “No sense in doing that anymore.” Beautiful One was still as wrathful as ever and Silver One witnessed his pulsing fury. He deals with things in due time.
“They are disobedient!” Silver One spat. “They harm each other and then curse you! What of that? You could have eradicated the putrid squirt from the male as soon as it emptied into-”
“If you pay attention, you will see that even the bad works out for their good. Even in dark cruelty, I provide all they need to be strong. Are your people strong, Silver One?”
Silver One smiled. “They are because I made them that way.”
“But will they be able to face unique situations. Situations which makes them hardy?”
“Of course. I have programmed them for strength.”
Beautiful One stroked his majestic white beard. A stark contrast to his honey countenance. Endurance was the word he was looking for. People should be able to endure. Be stretched, pulled, come forth as gold by fire. Isn’t that right?
No. It is right. More than right.
Silver One’s attention went back to the device. Beautiful One knew what he(she) was up to. Clicking away to control another person.
After a moment, Silver One looked up. “For example. As soon as a cry enters my ear, I rush and help. There is no poverty, no murder, no unwanted babies. A perfect utopia.”
“Then what will they have to look forward to when they die? More utopia?”
“Haha. Very funny. It will better than where they are now.”
“Better,” Beautiful One repeated. “How will they know and realize what better is? May be boring.”
Silver One placed hands on their hips. “What would you know? You’re a tyrant. Your people write about how you are love and I hear their cries all over my universe too! They cry and you allow them to be maimed and mowed down and amazingly the same ones still believe in you- but with a different opinion of you.”
“Yes,” Beautiful One agreed with some anger. “They kill one another and have uncalled for prejudices. I made them all different for a purpose. I am an artist, a Designer. Beautiful flowers like the ones on our earths.”
“Big mistake, big guy, but you are a poet” Silver One pat him on the back softly like a comrade. In many ways, he was. “So much difference. So many different psychologies, so many different experiences, produces wicked results. And Moses! He struck a rock in anger and you made him miss out on paradise.”
“He’s in paradise. Not on earth of course.”
“Well of course not on earth. Your earth is a cesspool. Come, let’s go over to my earth and you will see how my people live.”
Beautiful One did not think “live” was a good word. More like programmed.
However, he stood up and joined Silver One as they embarked on visiting Earth Utopia 2.
To be continued…
Copyright 2018 Erica Jean Smith
I hope you liked this one. I’ve been reading some Christian Apologetics books and I have tons of questions about freedom, choices, and divine intervention. Let me know what you think!