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be found by anyone else either. If they find these discs, then they find out what we did and our entire attempt to create a religion will be destroyed.” “I don’t want to destroy them. But we can’t keep them here either.” She uncrossed her arms, a sure sign that she was warming to the idea. “How ‘bout we disguise them, put them inside something else that no one would ever thing to look at. Then we give them to our children and they to their children and so on and so on, always keeping it in our family, never revealing them, never losing them.” He moved over to her and knelt before her. “So you like the idea?” “It has merit... And potential. But we need to be very careful. After she’s recognized as a prophet, you and I must distance ourselves from her forever.” “And the discs.” “Yes, and the discs. If this is going to work, Sayi, then we really need to make certain that she gets off this planet, eventually. And safely off the planet, mind you, not in the hands of the Drek.” “I think that will take care of itself. If this works as I envision it, they’ll come and get her. Her’s will become a household name. Probably something like St. Aurum Gossomer. She’ll be heralded as the founder of a great religion, of the great human religion, inspired by the Creator to a young virgin. Just like this book called the Bible talks about. It has virgins all over it.” She smiled, then put her hand on his neck and rubbed. “You certainly have big plans for this, don’t you?” “You should also. We wrote it. You know as well as I do what explosive power this manuscript has. This could be the binding force that brings us all together, that ends this senseless war and slaughter and puts humanity back on a even par with the other species rather than just an easy target for their aggression.” She looked into his beautiful brown eyes, saw the light behind them like a thousand candles burning and knew they were on the edge of a threshold here. No one would ever know that they had been the authors, had pirated the ideas from a number of religious books that was once the lexicon of human religions. That was a good thing, for this would only work if everyone believed that Aurum Gossomer, the young girl from an out-of-the-way planet, had spoken to the Creator and received this sacred revelation. If it was ever revealed that Sayi and Elaphe had written all these, or if the discs ever surfaced, it would ruin the entire plan. The potential for success was immeasurable. “Have you spoken to her yet?” He shrugged, stood up and walked back to his tea. He tasted it and found it no longer hot. He frowned, walked back to the sink and poured it out, then poured himself another cup from the pot.

“Have you spoken to her yet?” she asked again, her voice raising slightly. He looked at her over the rim of the cup. “I might’ve mentioned something like it.” She stood abruptly. “You spoke to her already? How much did you tell her?” He sipped at his tea and found that now it was too hot. “She can be trusted. She likes me, I think. And she certainly likes you.” “And...?” He walked over to the frosted window and peered out as the snow-flakes began coming down heavier. They needed to finish the manuscript and get her up to the cabin before the storm grew too big, before it would be too difficult to cover their tracks. Timing was a key to this and now was certainly the time. She stepped up behind him and turned him around. “She’s only fourteen, Sayi. How are you going to make sure that she never tells anyone about us?” He put his hand on her cheek, saw the warmth in her eyes. “I didn’t lay out the whole plan for her. In fact, I haven’t even told her about what we’ve been doing. All we talked about was religion and the Creator and I found out that she’s been having dreams about Him, about something great happening to her. She’s ripe for the picking, this one is. She’s ready to receive a revelation. We drug her here, ask her over for tea or something innocent, then carry her up to the cave where we leave her and the manuscript, all written out in words she could never know, on material she could never have access to, with concepts no human has seen in over three thousand years. If we use the proper drugs, she’ll have all sorts of hallucinations about the Creator, seeing that I’ve seeded her mind with concepts of Him. She awakes, finds the manuscript, finds the suggestion we placed in her mind and we have ourselves a prophet; The prophet.” She frowned. “You make it sound too simple. You’re leaving too much to chance.”

R. Peter Ubtrent was born in NYC but managed to escape at the age of eight to Albuquerque, NM. He has been trapped ever since. He lives rather peacefully with his wife and three dogs and garden. He has degrees in Astrophysics and Secondary Education and advanced degrees in Military History.

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