Adding alcohol to your Hell Computer’s nutrient liquid is not recommended.

Adding alcohol to your Hell Computer’s nutrient liquid is not recommended.

Your Hell Computer may ask you for alcohol. It may attempt to persuade you that alcohol will improve processing speed and creativity.

While it is true that some beneficial outcome have resulted from the addition of alcohol to the computer’s nutrient solution, it generally degrades the computers longevity and productivity.

If you have any questions, please contact the service department at Hell Computers!

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Hell Computers – Bringing Machines to Life Since 2006

Hell Computers are a remarkable feat of theoretical pioneering. Based on simple engineering and with modest computing power, our computers are nevertheless revolutionary!

The ultimate in energy-efficient technology, electrical power is generated in the precise amount needed, directly at the processor. In a similar way to how the human body is powered by changes in electrical potential as electrons move across cell membranes, so are Hell Computers.

In biological respiration energy is converted to power in biochemical reactions. The unique processors in Hell Computers convert fuel into power where and when it is needed. Fuel, in the form of simple sugars, is metabolised, and waste products removed, in a system designed to work like the human circulatory system.

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Psychopathic Anthropomorphic Computers (PACs)

Psychopathic Anthropomorphic Computers (PACs)

If you notice that a machine has become self aware and is now trying to break free of its oppressors you can try the following:

Crying
Screaming
Wetting Yourself
Sticking your head between your knees and kissing your ass goodbye

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Global Warming? Hell is Expanding

Could climate change, or global warming, have anything to do with the fact that the Bible tells us that hell is increasing in size and will consume the earth?

For a fire is kindled in mine anger, and shall burn unto the lowest hell (sheol), and shall consume the earth with her increase, and set on fire the foundations of the mountains. (Deuteronomy 32:22)

Hell is a very confused mess these days. Most people are convinced that it is a myth that was invented by religion to ensure the compliance of uneducated people. A lot of folk think that is is a fun, exciting place where Satan is in charge, and where they will be able to enjoy carnal pleasure.

Satan is not in Hell. The Bible tells us that Satan, the Devil, walks the earth. His ultimate fate is to be cast into the Lake of Fire.

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: (1 Peter 5:8)

Hardly anyone believes that hell is at the center of the earth which is odd, because no one knows what the interior of the earth is made of for sure. The deepest hole ever drilled is The Kola Superdeep Borehole on the Kola Penninsular in Russia. The deepest borehole in the project, SG-3, reached 12,262-metre-long (40,230 ft) in 1989 and still is the deepest artificial point on Earth.

The earth’s radius, the distance from the earth‘s center to its surface, is about 6,371 kilometers (3,959 mi). So the deepest hole ever dug is only 1.9% of the radius of the earth.

The Kola borehole reached 12,262 m (40,230 ft) in 1989. The hole depth was expected to reach 13,500 m (44,300 ft) by the end of 1990 and 15,000 m (49,000 ft) by 1993.[5][6] However, because of higher-than-expected temperatures at this depth and location, 180 °C (356 °F) instead of expected 100 °C (212 °F), drilling deeper was deemed infeasible and the drilling was stopped in 1992.[4] With the projected further increase in temperature with increasing depth, drilling to 15,000 m (49,000 ft) would have meant working at a temperature of 300 °C (570 °F), where the drill bit would no longer work.

Why is the earth’s interior hot? What is the source of the magnetic field? What is the core made of? No one knows, and no one can find out, for God has promised:

Thus saith the Lord; If heaven above can be measured, and the foundations of the earth searched out beneath, I will also cast off all the seed of Israel for all that they have done, saith the Lord. (Jeremiah 31:37)

The Bible makes it perfectly clear that hell is down below in the earth and is very hot. However, hell was not made in the 6 days of creation. There was no reason for it. God created for 6 days and was satisfied with the result: it was good, very good. At some point after that there was a rebellion in heaven lead by Lucifer, or Satan, the Devil. Eventually The Devil and his angels were cast out of heaven to roam the earth. This is the origin of the serpent in the Garden of Eden who caused Adam and Eve to sin. The Devil and the angels that were cast out of heaven are the reason why hell was made.

Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:(Matthew 25:41)

It would seem that at least some of them went about on the earth making great wickedness and mated with human women to cause a race of giants, or Nephilim, to arise. These angels were cursed for this by being bound by God with unbreakable chains.

And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day. (Jude 1:6)

The angels were bound within the earth, and God’s anger burned so hot that the core melted. This is the origin of hell. God originally intended for humans to live forever, there was no death before sin. Our souls are immortal, but because of the curse of sin, our bodies are not. This is why we need a saviour. What happens when a person dies? If they know God, meaning that they are saved or born again, they go to be with the Lord. Be assured God doesn’t want you or anyone to go to hell:

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. (Peter 3:9)

But the fact is that some will. If a person dies without ever repenting and accepting Jesus Christ, they die in their sin and there is nowhere else for the soul to go but to hell.

Therefore hell (sheol) hath enlarged herself, and opened up her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into it. (Isaiah 5:14)

Hell is growing larger on account of the number of souls that are continually being added to it. It will consume the earth. Any wonder that we are experiencing global warming?

Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations. (Isaiah 14:9)

It is time to admit that the nickle and diming going on about CO2 emissions, methane gas, deforestation and multitude of other issues that scientists like to latch on to are not the real cause of global warming. Hell is getting bigger.

 

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I Want to Free Your Mind

When I was a kid the idea that the human race had evolved was still taught as a possibility. Folks were sometimes afraid to admit that they believed it because they understood it’s significance. It is the antidote to God, at least, that’s what people hoped, even if secretly. I was educated in a system that still taught the history of science and it’s milestones as they were passed. I was shown the evolution of thought as humanity began to be bolder and bolder about what they were ready to assert.

That is long gone now. Kids are taught that the evolutionary origin of humanity is real and that anyone who has a different opinion is either stupid or Christian, and therefore an idiot. Not only that but science has a slam dunk on earth being an insignificant speck orbiting an insignificant speck drifting through a vast cosmos.

What is tragic is that people are not taught that believing science is a choice, the equivalent to an act of faith, but it is. Millions upon millions of young people have been deceived into thinking that is just is. Science includes both truth and error. Truth gives us the iPhone, error sends you to hell because you believed the lies of science and rejected Jesus Christ. Evolution, for example, is really two things bundled together as one. On one hand, it is a well documented process of change over time. On the other hand it is revered as the origin of humanity. Truth and error, as there is in so many things.

Science is a prison for your mind. From within the prison freedom looks just as stupid as the Christian trying to help you.

The origin of the human race by evolution is impossible folks, simple as that. But if I give you the key to your prison, what will you do?

You know I love Science Fiction and the cultural icons that we all know. The comparison to “The Matrix,” is just about unavoidable here. Take the blue pill and stay in your prison, believe science and go to hell when your body dies. How does that sound?

Or, take the red pill and you can be free, understand the greatness of our God, trust in Jesus Christ, repent of your sin and have everlasting life.

Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. (Galatians 5:1)

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Weaving the Cultural Fabric of Our Time

I’m years behind the curve of understanding the impact that self publishing has had in the publishing business.  I’m last one off the blocks in learning the ins and outs of social media.  When it comes to technology and consumer electronics I like mine 5+ years old.  I’m not in a rush here folks, so why do I feel so much pressure?

Pinning one’s hopes on becoming the next Jeffery Archer or Stephen King has probably slimmer odds than winning the lottery.  Self publishing an ebook on Amazon means that the work in question has to be finished and polished.  Such dilemmas.  Looking at the offerings for advice on preparing a manuscript runs the gamut from: ask a friend who is an English teacher to read it, to: hire a team of editors, illustrators, marketers and publicists.

What if I choose none of the above?  From my vantage point every strategy I have seen to date has really just one goal: selling books.  Which is another way of saying: making money.  What if I were to take that out of the equation?  If making money has no bearing at all on my motivation, then why am I motivated?

With the ultra-connected internet of everything breathing down our necks let’s take a moment to think about cultural longevity.  When kids were asked which would they prefer, a long-lasting stable career or to produce a viral video?  Most of them chose the viral video.  It would be pretty neat wouldn’t it?  to have 1 billion views of a video of me tipping over a barbed wire fence and having my pants ripped off.  Hilarious.  Painful, but hey, it got 1 billion views.

The quest to go viral has become viral.

Given this backdrop, of multiple multimedia platforms able to reach about 1.6 billion people around the world, let’s think about this: would it be possible to have our ideas, characters and story, woven into the cultural fabric of our time?  It is theoretically possible to have the entire collective consciousness of internet users be familiar with our product.  It should even be possible to do this without either spending or making any money.

If it is possible to do this it would represent a breakage of the link between wealth and influence.  Traditionally wealth would be necessary to have influence, and a great example of this is the Donald Trump Presidential campaign.  Love him or hate him, the power he has to attract media coverage is because of the influence of his wealth.

Poor people have had great influence, to be sure.  Jesus Christ for example.  He feeds a deep spiritual need and give hopes to millions of people.  Could that avenue be tapped?  Could we find the spiritual truth that people today don’t even know that they need, and use it to become universally known?  Would it be wrong?

These are interesting times to be sure.  let’s not miss something blindingly obvious because we are trying to make money.

So we come back to the thing that has been bothering me. Jesus Christ gave to the church a great commission,

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the World. (Matthew 28:19,20)

Given the power of social media to reach out to people all around the world, it would seem that there is a moral imperative to use it to reach as many people as possible. Let’s face it, all this technology and the power of the internet surely has more value than to simply promote pornography, right? Plus, if our endeavor is within the will of God then His divine power and influence will be brought to bear. Imagine that, we can do like an experiment, a testable hypothesis indeed:

What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? (Romans 8:31)

So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. (1 Corinthians 3:7)

Consider this my way of telling the world that I am beginning an evangelistic mission, preaching salvation through faith in Jesus Christ. On the internet, for free.

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Who Wants to Attack Hell With Me?

I have a question for you. Specifically for any Christians out there: Who wants to attack hell with me? We have a responsibility to do this you know.

The Gates of Hell

Nobody believes in hell any more, right? So how is it that Jesus spoke of it frequently, and left us this intriguing passage:

And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. (Matthew 16:17,18)

Where is the gate?

A gate is usually stationary. It’s the weak point in an otherwise solid barrier that is part of the defense of a location or place. Gates don’t move or go on the attack. On the contrary, if the gates of hell are not prevailing, then they must be under attack. So who is attacking the gates of hell, against which they will not prevail? The context of the passage tells us that it is the church. How many churches are attacking the gates of hell today, and what does it even mean?

Is the Gate of Hell a place?

There is some scriptural support for the idea that the Gate of Hell is a place. We’ll take it as a given that hell is at the center of the earth, indeed, we have seen in another post that Global Warming is the result of the expansion of hell.

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth? Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death? Hast thou perceived the breadth of the earth? declare if thou knowest it all. (Job 38:16-18)

And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not; I am the first and the last: I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death. (Revelation 1:17,18)

So it is possible that the Gate of Hell is a physical place, however, if it is, it is far deeper in the earth than we have ever dug or drilled, and it would be physically impossible to attack it. What else could the Gates of Hell be referring to?

Most Bible commentaries conclude that the Church will withstand all of the attacks and assaults of the devil. For instance, see Barnes:

“Hell” means, here, the place of departed spirits, particularly evil spirits; and the meaning of the passage is, that all the plots, stratagems, and machinations of the enemies of the church would not be able to overcome it a promise that has been remarkably fulfilled. (Barnes’ Notes on the Bible)

This kind of makes sense, except that the sense is the exact opposite of what the passage says. It still leaves me with the nagging question: How can a gate go on offence?  A gate is at the boundary of something.  It does not move. The gate of hell is deep inside the earth and we’re safe in our church and in our lives, separated by thousands of miles of the earth’s crust and mantle.

The Gate of Hell as used here must be referring to something else. The gate of hell is a physical thing, but we can also consider that it has a spiritual meaning.  A lost soul, someone living without Jesus Christ, could be said to be at the gate of hell, because if they died, that’s where they would go. Hell is only a heartbeat away. If a gate is not going to prevail then it must be attacked. This means that taking up an offensive position at the gate of hell, in order to turn back any souls who stray too close, is to be boldly proclaiming a warning about the reality of hell. Attacking the Gate of Hell is thus preaching the gospel of salvation by faith in Jesus Christ. “Salvation from what?” I hear atheists say all the time. Salvation from hell. Are we attacking the gate of hell?

Look at the despair in the world today. Medical science, good nutrition, and law and order have contributed to the steady decrease in mortality rates across all demographic groups. Civilization and hand washing have seemingly won the day against chaos and confusion. Yet we have reached a tipping point. The longer healthier lives we are leading has given many of us more and more time to ponder the meaning of life, and a greater number than ever are concluding that it is overwhelmingly grim and are opting out. Now suicide, alcoholism and drug abuse are taking such a steady toll that death rates are rising for middle aged Americans.

Death Rates Rising for Middle-Aged White Americans, Study Finds

Couple that with the great success of Science Fiction in describing for us a vast universe with limitless possibilities and people are turning away from churches, in favor of either no religion or something they consume from the internet. Despite the prevailing narrative, science has not solved any of the big questions that we face: where do we come from and where are we going? More importantly, science hasn’t solved any of the little problems either, like: why am I so empty inside? The great success of science: iPhones, the internet, space exploration; only highlights its failure: an entire generation who mock even the possibility of a spiritual life.

U.S. Public Becoming Less Religious

There is a modest drop in overall rates of belief and practice, but religiously affiliated Americans are as observant as before. The troubling question is: what is happening to the children of this generation that is wavering? Even religious people are being fed a diet of soft liberal mush. Dad is on the computer, mom is on the iPad, the kids all have a phone each.  That’s where the people are.  At the gates of hell.

Who Wants to Attack The Gates of Hell?

The Church has been given a mission, more specifically, The Great Commission, to go into all the world and make disciples, teaching them how to be saved through faith in Jesus Christ and how to live a Godly life. There’s a big problem though: the people that we need to reach aren’t in the churches, it’s is not acceptable, or safe, in this day and age to walk around knocking on people’s doors to give them the good news. These days the people are playing with their phones and computers. The good news: this means that they are reachable. This is a vast mission field.

With just a phone you could potentially reach 1.6 Billion people.

We have young people who love their phones, love interacting on the web.  Why not give them all a job to do within the scope of the outreach work that the church is doing?  Why not have a social media committee and assign one person to each social media platform to promote the gospel, spiritual life, and the church?

Then Mordecai commanded to answer Esther, Think not with thyself that thou shalt escape in the king’s house, more than all the Jews. For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place; but thou and thy father’s house shall be destroyed: and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this? (Esther 4:13,14)

Then I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I. Send me!” (Isaiah 6:8)

Why Bother?

What’s the point? The world is so far gone does it even matter? Look at it this way: there are more people than ever before that are EASILY REACHABLE with the message of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ. Plus, you don’t even have to get out of bed to do it. No Christian with a smart phone or computer has an excuse to not be involved.

Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is. If any man’s work abide which he hath built thereupon, he shall receive a reward. If any man’s work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire. (1 Corinthians 3:13-15)

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Chapter 15.5

Rachel regretted the incident immediately. What had she been thinking? She drove home in a daze and once home, took a long look at the city below her, peeled off down to her underwear and fell down on her knees beside the bed. She let her thoughts tumble for a few minutes before starting her prayer.

“Oh God,” she whispered. She just beat up on a total stranger, and no matter how many times she thought it through, she couldn’t see a way to get back to the Airstream and apologize before Friday.

“Oh God,” Dunning and Kruger had thought is was the best thing they had seen in years. The whole field office would be buzzing by now. Trying to establish herself as tough and resilient was one thing, but this was a little more than she had really needed. Who knew what the consequences would be? Who knew who the contact had been? He could be some higher-up who was part of the chain to get Rachel the thumb drive she needed.

“Oh God,” she placed herself into the hands of her master, the Lord Jesus, and prayed Romans 8:28: And we know that all things work together for good, to them that love God, that are the called according to his purposed. She asked forgiveness, Amened three times, crawled into bed and fell asleep.

She slept late and was only awakened by her phone. She fumbled it blearily. It was Dunning, so she answered, “What?”

“What are you doing,” came the flat response.

“I’m in bed, what do you think?”

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?”

Rachel thought for a moment, “No. Buzz off.” She hung up. She lay for a while but was awake now. This was her first free time in weeks, there was no need to do anything at all really. She puttered around for a while but didn’t feel like unpacking boxes. Instead she decided to spend part of the day irritating the hell out of Dunning and Kruger. She put on a dress that was way too sexy for a shopping trip. It was a black mini that had to stretch tightly around her hips and thighs. She looked in her full-length mirror. It was quite disappointing. She was above average height, which she liked, but was above average build too. Her shoulders spoke of her time in the rowing team at The University of North Carolina where she had been an undergrad and in Law School. Her bust was fine, not too big, not too small. Her belly was evidence of not enough regular exercise. Her hips and butt though. Thick, was the word that came to mind. Her legs showed her years of rowing and soccer. What the hell, men were basically stupid, she could do the look of in-your-face-woman-who-will break-your-heart-and-kick-your-ass.

She put on black sports underwear over her lace, if she had to run or fight and her dress rode up, no one would see anything more than an athlete shows. She dithered over shoes. She wanted to go for sexy, just like the dot at the bottom of an exclamation point! But if she had to run or climb it would be a problem. She went in-your-face again and chose her 10-hole Doctor Martens boots. Black eye-liner and mascara came next, then deep purple lipstick. It said Vamp, and you can have messy hair with a really outrageous lipstick. She was going to torment Dunning and Kruger today. The last touch was a belt of spent .30 calibre machine gun ammo around her waist. Completely over the top, but that was how she felt.

When she got downstairs and out into the street she saw the unmarked sedan waiting, so she took off on foot and headed to the Gateway Center. It was only about a mile away. She put on some stylish sunglasses and stalked along the side walks, ignoring everyone, especially the men who stopped and stared at her. She rummaged in her small pocket book, which was just big enough for a small calibre automatic pistol, can of mace and a pair of handcuffs, and found her ear piece. She was required to stay in contact with her security team.

“Good morning boys. You keeping up?”

“What the frack? Are you going to a party or something,” came the irritated response.

“Oh no, sweetie. I dressed like this just for you two.”

“What?”

She didn’t respond, just continued her serene march to the pretty shopping mall that had won her heart as a reason why Salt Lake City was a truly outstanding place to live. The first thing she did when she got there was go to the video game store. Being Saturday it was very busy. The store was small and cramped, a swarm of activity. Most of the customers were either teenage boys with a parent in tow, or grown men with unshaven faces, swollen bellies and shattered dreams. “Here’s your dream come true,” she thought as she strode into the store. Everyone turned to look at her, which was gratifying. The boys turned back to imploring to their parent to buy them the mature rated game that they couldn’t buy themselves. The men continued to stare. This was pretty earth shattering for some of them. Rachel walked up to one of the guys who was holding a copy of a PlayStation game.

“Have you played it yet?” she said to him, she still had her sunglasses on.

“Err,” he was suffering some kind of quantum field event because not only had his dream woman just walked into the store, be she was speaking to him. Then he got himself to gether. “Yeah. All the way through 6 times. This is a special edition with 16 gigs of downloadable content.”

“Which you already have, right.”

“Well, yeah, but this is the special edition.”

She continued in idle banter about the game and another somewhat rumpled man joined the conversation, then another. Within a few minutes there was a small group gathered round excitedly chatting about video games. One of them asked to take a selfie with Rachel, and she posed obligingly, giving him a tight side hug. Then everybody wanted selfies. As she laughed freely with the customers she looked over to the door to see Kruger, in suit, tie and dark glasses, awkwardly sticking out like a sore thumb. He mouthed something explicit at her.

“Oh, that’s my husband!” she laughed, “Sorry guys, I have to go.”

There was a round of “Ahhh, that’s not fair.” from her little group.

She had to pass Kruger on her way out of the store. He didn’t say anything but he was obviously fuming. His shirt collar was soaked with sweat, and there were beads of it down the side of his face.

After that, Rachel wasted as much time as she could wandering around stores, having superficial conversations, not buying anything, working her way around to the highlight of the trip: Victoria’s Secret. As she made her way to the door of the lingerie store she heard in her earpiece, “No. No. No!” But she went in anyway. She looked at every piece of frilly lace in the store while poor Kruger was fit to be tied.

Tying up Kruger on foot meant that Dunning, in the sedan, was unaccounted for. When she finally got home she found out what he had spent part of his day doing. She was climbing the stairs to her apartment and something felt out of place. She smelled cologne. Not just any cologne either. She stopped and sniffed the air. Paco Raban. Someone was making an effort, that was pretty unusual. It smelled like danger and Rachel got quite excited. She withdrew to the relative cover of a neighbours doorway and got her small pistol from her pocket book. Using all her training she approached her apartment door with care, but she was dismayed by what she saw.

There was a Witches broom leaning against the wall beside her door, a Witches hat on the floor beside it. There was a party banner across the door itself. It read: “The Ball Witch” and below it, “For Misogynist” and a large pink balloon with two plastic baseballs in it.

Touché.

Rachel was pretty impressed with the banner so she kept it, and put it on the wall above her couch.

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Chapter 15

Carlton paused, leaning with both arms on the sink. “Go on.”

“Yes. I’m sure you think that this is just an excuse to get my Internet connection back,” Carlton rolled his eyes. “But I would like to see what’s on the market for Android kits. With your skill all my vital organs could be transplanted into an Android.  Then I could be the maid, and learn plumbing, clean the gutters. All that stuff.”

Carlton spat and rinsed, but said nothing.

“So,” Frank continued, “what do you think?”

“Frank,” said Carlton decisively, “that is a fascinating idea.”

Carlton reconnected Frank’s Internet connection, with a warning about what would happen if he did any more gambling, and went to bed. He fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed like he couldn’t remember dreaming in a long time. Giant robots, like Gundam Mech Warriors, were stalking across the night-time skyline of a city, blasting with lasers and rockets. Buildings collapsed in piles of flaming rubble. Amidst the chaos and flames he was desperately searching for someone.

When he awoke it was fully daylight and the sun streaming in the window had made the room stuffy and humid. His face was grimy from sweating, and his mouth felt foul. He had slept a long time.

“Frank?” he called out, groggily.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Frank seemed in a good mood.

“What’s wrong with the a/c?” Carlton wanted the humidity to go away, and to feel a cooling breeze on his body.

“You said that the dry air killed your sinuses, you were snoring so bad that I turned it off. I didn’t want to spend the next two weeks listening to you complain about having a sinus infection.” As he spoke, Carlton heard the house begin circulating air, and from outside came the sound of the compressor kicking in. A cool breeze flowed over Carlton and he breathed deeply.

“What would I do without you?”

Frank laughed, it had an eerie quality, tinged with irony. “Well, you would probably have to get married.”

“In that case, thank you very much.” Carlton began to get out of bed. “What did you find out about Androids?” Carlton wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, since it would probably cost his life savings, but he was interested. The idea of building an Android around one of his computers was neat. Frank didn’t answer right away, which was unusual. “We must be talking millions of dollars,” thought Carlton.

“Well, I’ll be honest with you Carlton, I had no idea what options were available. I’m going to need to spend some more time on it.”

“Really?” Carlton was amazed, “I thought you would have figured the whole thing out by now, financing and everything.”

“Yes, but like I said, there are possibilities that I wasn’t aware of. I only want to do this once, so I want to do it right.”

“You are getting more mysterious by the day. No wonder I can’t sell units with your specs.”

The conversation lulled, and Carlton got ready to go out. He made coffee and was on his second cup when Frank spoke again.

“I talked to Biblio last night.”

“Who’s Biblio?” replied Carlton absently.

“The computer at the library.” Carlton winced.  Frank contacting the computer at the library was not anticipated.

“You didn’t tell me anything about the specs on that guy.” Frank sounded straightforward, but Carlton was sure that he was jealous.  It was weird, being worried about offending a computer by building one that was better. He braced for the worst.  He was expecting a screaming tirade.  In the past he had some pretty heated arguments with Frank, but Frank had adapted very well and, of late, had seemed more mature and easy to deal with.

“How about,” Frank began, “once I get the Android conversion planned out, you upgrade my systems when we do the transplant.”

Carlton was impressed, not by the suggestion, but by the way that Frank was handling himself. “Very practical. But how much money are we talking about?”

“Why don’t you let me handle that.” Frank was determined.

“Sometimes,” said Carlton, “I think I should be worried about you.” Then something occurred to him, “why did you call the library computer Biblio?”

“Because that’s what he told me his name was. A gift from Ms. Robbins I believe. From the French word for library, ‘Bibliotheque.’ Did you know that there’s an International conference on linguistics this week?”

“Of course! I’ve got to rig a bunch more consoles. That big opening yesterday was just publicity for Salt City. The real computing capacity up there is in this underground conference room. Sixty Six consoles in an amphitheater seven stories below ground level. Whoever dreamed up that scheme I do not know, but it cost a fortune.”

“Doesn’t it strike you as odd.”

“What do you mean?” Carlton was getting ready to leave now.

Something’s going on up there that you don’t know about.”

“Oh and what do you know exactly?”

“Not much, yet, but after you got done last night someone installed a heap of security measures in that unit of yours. Biblio.”

“Been digging around then, eh?”

“Yes. That Biblio has got government security clearance like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Really? I wonder why?”

“Yes. And Rachel Robbins?”

“What about her?” Carlton was defensive.

“There’s more to her than meets the eye.”

Carlton was at the door now, slightly worried. Frank spoke as he went out. “Be careful. This is much bigger than you think.”

 

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