“I am the resurrection.”

“Akira could hear pitchforks hitting the pavement”

Paul froze in his tracks. Akira leaned on him firmly, pressing him towards the exit.

“No,” he said simply.

Billy-Bob and Lasseter grabbed him by the arm, tried pulling him off the balcony.

“Never underestimate the power of the right moment,” he said, spinning, turning back to face the crowd.

“What?” Billy-Bob, stunned.

“This is my moment,” he answered, lips upturned.

Paul raised his arms, the sleeves of his multi-colored robes swaying gently in the wind.

“I am your Christ. I am your Buddha,” He announced, raising his hands towards the sky, his fingers stretching toward the heavens.

Akira turned quickly, her defensive algorithms gearing up, expecting to see pitchforks hurling towards them.


“I am the resurrection,” Paul continued. “I am your truth. We are the nanosphere!”

A stunned silence fell over the crowd as hundreds of eyes fell upon Paul.

“Can you feel them?” Paul asked.

Billy-Bob and Lasseter exchanged glances. Shrugged.

“It’s absolutely sublime,” Paul whispered. “This is my exalted moment. Look at them Lasseter, Billy-Bob. You too Akira. Hundreds of souls falling into synchronization. They have little in common but me. Listen to their breathing. Listen to their heart beats. Feel their bodies and souls come together as one.”

Billy-Bob and Lasseter looked out upon the crowd.

“They are falling into a single rhythm,” Akira stated flatly. “Like one pulse. One heartbeat. It’s quantifiable.”

“Coincidence?” Billy-Bob asked, nudging Lasseter.

“No such thing,” Lasseter responded. “Everything’s connected.”

“These people are connected to me,” Paul answered. “Through the nanites. Connected directly into my mind. We are now one consciousness.”

“Welcome to the nanosphere,” Paul yelled loudly. “The merger of science, technology and spirituality is now complete. This is your second coming!”

Billy-Bob’s hand slid onto Lasseter’s shoulder, gripping it firmly, as he leaned in and whispered, “Is Paul starting to believe his own bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit,” Paul replied, overhearing, moving only the corner of his mouth.

“It’s true, Billy-Bob. Science will never lead the masses to realize who they truly are. Will never lead the masses to true peace. I see this now as an absolute truth. Why had I not seen this earlier? Scientists are the ones who create Frankenstein monsters and atom bombs. The number of lives scientists take exceed the number of lives they save.”

Paul turned his back toward Billy-Bob and faced the crowd once again. The crowd, the masses, now moved as one, breaths and chests now heaved and moved as one organism, as if a giant whale had come to occupy the courtyard.

“Can you feel it, my children?”

“My children?” Billy-Bob repeated, his face contorting.

“Feel the peace, purity and wisdom emerging from our intertwined minds. Feel your neighbor as you feel yourself. When you hate your neighbor, you hate yourself. When you hurt your neighbor, you hurt yourself…”

A sigh came from the crowd sounding like a gentle breeze.

“…and when you love your neighbor, you love yourself.”

Silently, the heads in the crowd turned as people looked at each other, as if for the first time.

“I am your reality,” Paul continued, “The nanosphere is your reality.”

A loud whoop.

“I have no agenda but to set you free. Church leaders, politicians, those with agenda’s, are nothing more than salesman who lie and manipulate to enslave you….”

Paul inhaled before continuing…

 “I want nothing from you but to save you from yourselves.  I am your connection to the nanosphere. Through me, through technology, I will set you free!”

The crowd roared. Akira could hear the sound of metal pitchforks hitting the pavement.

‘We’d better pack up our nanites and get outta dodge,” Billy-Bob interrupted, looking skyward, watching what were once little black dots grow perceptively larger.

Black Hawk Helicopters. Getting dangerously close.

Paul lowered his arms and spread them forward as if to embrace the entire crowd.

“You got this?” His face turned grim as he turned toward Akira.

Akira met his eyes. She saw eyes that were once bright with hope become clouded with fear.

Without saying a word, she reached deep into her robe with her right hand, calmly removed a small object, cupped her fingers around it and placed it in her palm, then held it directly in Paul’s line of sight.  

A cellphone.

The sunlight glimmered off its reflective surface.

“I got this.”

More later.

A New Reality Begins.

A Living God emerges.

The four marched solemnly out onto the balcony, hands clasped as in prayer. Four figures wearing dazzling full length scarlet and white robes. Leading the four just a few steps ahead of the others was a lone figure who wore the only multi-colored robe among them: pure white edged in gold, with Rose, Red, Green, Purple and Violet threads stitched throughout. The hood was pulled forward to obscure the face inside. On the breast was embroidered a nearly imperceptible insignia of the symbol PI, looking similar to the ancient Stonehenge monument—a slab supported by two non-parallel support beams—representing the symbol of infinity but also the first two initials of Paul’s full name: Paul Isaac Evans.  

Akira orchestrated the event perfectly, even down to the precise time of day. The rising sun at their backs created the halo effect she desired, while obscuring the eyesight of the masses.  A huge cheer went up from the crowd. Television camera’s edged in, while thousands of flashes momentarily blinded the four as hundreds of Iphones snapped photos to record the moment.

Paul used the din to converse with Akira:

“Is this necessary?”

“You’re now their Living God. You have to look like the part.”

“But robes?”

Akira turned her head slightly. Behind her, she could sense Billy-Bob and Lasseter listening intently.

Lasseter grinned at her approvingly, while Billy-Bob nervously caressed a barely perceptible bulge on the right side of his robe. The Glock. He never went anywhere without it.

“We are addressing their collective consciousness and cellular memories,” she whispered, wanting to end the conversation quickly.

“Everything we’ve chosen for this moment dates back centuries…thousands of years before even Christ…an event designed so this pitchfork crowd will recognize you on such deep, subliminal level, they’ll fall in love with you instantly, without knowing why.”

“And be even more receptive…”


The crowd was finally growing silent, waiting for Paul to speak.

Paul stood a few feet in front of the rest, reached up, and slowly pulled his hood back. He smiled alluringly across the crowd of his infected faithful. There was a look of disquiet about his face that suggested he felt their deepest concerns and fears. That their pain and uncertainty was his. As the rising, bright sunlight silhouetted the back of his head, the cheering increased.

Lasseter, Akira and Billy-Bob turned toward Paul, applauding him, then raised their arms towards the crowd in a call for silence.

Paul raised his own arms to support the call for quiet. The crowd went silent as the infected faithful held their breath. The flashes from the Iphones stopped, and even the babble from the media whores were stilled.

“I want to thank all of you for making this Pilgrimage,” Paul began. “I know it was a long and difficult journey for some of you, but we are about the change the world…”

Paul turned to face the other three, and their arms continuing to signal for silence.

“You have felt my mind, and I have touched yours,” he continued. “The New Reality is just beginning. It has touched your hearts as it has touched my own. You could see it coming, as I could see it coming. The world is past the point of no return unless we join together to raise our consciousness. Economic collapse. Climate Change. Thousands of years of mass insanity is finally coming to an end.”

Lasseter lowered his head and whispered to Billy-Bob. “The climate change thing is irreversible and planet earth is fast tracking to become a K-Type star.”

“An actual star?” Billy-Bob’s hand stopped caressing his gun.

“Sorry to be the one to tell you. That’s one reason why I have to get Akira off this planet.”

“Does Paul know?”

“I’m not sure.”

“The very rich have been living a life of ease and decadence, and while you slave away in their factories and stores for scraps, the pedophile elite who rule you rape your beautiful young daughters turning them into harlots and whores…”

An angry roar gushed from the crowd, fist shaking violently in the air.

“Look,” Akira giggled, “An actual pitchfork. Someone’s shaking an actual pitchfork. This is great!”

“This we must change!” Paul roared, holding his fist high.

The angry roar turned into a naked, violent scream of adulation.

“Together, we will ascend. We will no longer identify with race, gender, age or nationality…those things which divide us…together, we are one…the new reality begins today…a new reality where everyone lives in peace, love, abundance, joy, truth, compassion and higher dimensional consciousness.”

A burst of euphoria surged through the air.

“We will not only stand equally in the whole cosmos, we will spread throughout the cosmos, we will not destroy ourselves and this planet…together we will conquer the stars and spread throughout the galaxy!”

The euphoria was palpable and the decibels grew, causing Paul’s robe to vibrate.

Billy-Bob abruptly stepped forward and grabbed Paul’s shoulders in what looked like a warm, congratulatory embrace.

“It’s time to go,” he whispered. “They’re coming.”

Off in the distance, flying into the sun, small dark spots approaching in a formation that only a trained eye could identify.

Black Hawk helicopters, racing towards them at 183 mph.

Akira didn’t waste a moment. She gently spun Paul towards the exit, waving to the crowd.

More later.