The Jehovah Contract

On the First Day of the Year 2000God Will Die…

"You think that no one will take it seriously," A

"Nobody takes advertising seriously except advertisers."

We stood near the Roxy Theater. The day was only begi

The tiny painter had disappeared behind the billboard. A moment later, the scaffolding slowly lowered to the ground out of our view. The word DIE… glistened in the afternoon sun like fresh blood slowly drying. We turned to head back to where my car was parked, over on Olive.

"Though no one will take the ads seriously, it gets the idea of God's death into people's heads. That's part of the `set' Father Beathan said was necessary for his sort of method."

"I just hope we're not tipping our hand." She didn't look too pleased.

I shrugged. "No one will believe in a conspiracy that operates out in the open. It goes against human nature. Martin Luther King and Gandhi both unsettled their nation's rulers by openly a

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"And," I added, "nobody took him seriously, either."

"Yes, but look what happened to him."

"He was a politician," I said with a shrug. "They all fall, sooner or later."

"Primarily," a voice behind me interjected, "because they misuse magickal symbols." It was a beautiful voice.

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"In Hitler's case," said Thomas Russell, "he made the fatal mistake of reversing the swastika-an ancient symbol of the sun-as a mark of earthly state power. His downfall was guaranteed from that point." He sighed. "I sometimes wonder whether all those pentagrams on the U.S. flag are going to save us."

He looked up at me. "I like your sign. Trying to cash in on mille

"Fever?" A

"Round numbers," he said, "bring out the mystic in people."

"Yeah," I said. "I'm starting my own end-of-the-world cult. Five grand gets you the privilege of taking orders from me and including me in your will. We'll be in the Mojave watching for the saucers. If it doesn't rain." We reached my car-one of the last Chryslers built. I leaned against the side to stare at him.

"So you're really pla

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They made courteous sounds at each other. He looked at A

She merely smiled at him.

I did, too.

"Fine," he said. "Play the sphinx. It doesn't matter what you do to God. People will still act like bastards or not, depending on their perception of their own self-interest. It's just that without God, they'll have one fewer light to guide their actions."

"Or one fewer excuse for their evils." I opened the passenger door for A

"When did they ever obey Him?" Tom muttered. He turned to leave.

I stepped around to my side of the car. A

That's when the first bullet hit.

The side window shattered, the safety glass grasping the fragments like a spiderweb holding dew.

I ducked behind the door and grabbed for my .45.

"Down, A

Tom hit the pavement and rolled between my car and a blue Subaru. Three more shots made their points against the maroon paint job.

I tried to use the sideview mirror as a periscope. No good. I coaxed the engine into life.

"Hey!" a voice screamed from behind. "You're taking my cover!"

"Sorry pal," I muttered. The car coughed and sputtered. "Come on, Friz," I pleaded, "catch."

The engine turned and whined. It sounded like a Cuisinart.

The four shots were all that had been fired. That didn't encourage me to poke my head up. The Chrysler backed out and pulled into traffic without much benefit of navigation. I put our lives into the hands of the other commuters, hoping that their aversion to the cost of auto repairs would keep them from plowing into us. A

At the summit of Olive, I peeked up to look in the rearview.

Tom raced away from Sunset, crouched low behind parked cars. A white, late model DeLorean Vendetta sedan squealed around a corner.

"Here comes the chase scene!" I hit the accelerator. The car raced to catch up. Other drivers blared their horns. Pedestrians jumped out of the way. Bystanders gri

"Brace yourself!"

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I tested the other driver's reaction time by ramming the brake pedal into the floorboard. The Chrysler skidded.

The other driver failed the test. The DeLorean's tires screamed in unison. I fought to stay loose and resilient. Then they hit us.

The roll down the hill outside Auberge had been worse. The sedan slammed into us while it was still braking. I took my foot off the brake and let the impact shove us forward. I floored it while the other car skidded sideways. A couple of sharp turns deposited us downhill on La Cienega. A

"Ecclesia?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Lead is lead. I don't care who fired it-it's impolite."

"What now?"

I cut over to Crescent Heights and turned toward the Valley. "Let's go shopping."

"This," the man in the lab coat said, "is the Theta Wave Amplifier." He rubbed one pudgy hand against the light blue enameling of the device. His body described the general outline of a small mountain. Or perhaps a large beachball topped by red hair and beard that framed a ruddy face.

"We've been working on it here at Peripherals for the past ten years."

I wasn't interested in a history lesson. A

He reacted to my lack of response by clearing his throat just enough to stuff a Twinkie into it. His extremely off-white smock served as his napkin.

"The Theta Wave Amplifier increases the activity of the brain in the four-to-eight Hertz region-the frequency associated with dreaming and creativity. At the same time, it maintains a corresponding balance in the Delta and Alpha region. We use it mostly to intensify dreams in thought-mapping of test subj-"

"Sold."

"Huh?" he said.

"I said, 'sold.' I'll give you the delivery instructions and a check. If you have no objections."

"Uh… why, no." It was probably the quickest deal he'd ever made. Staring at me from under puffy eyelids, he asked, "What sort of research will you be using it in?"

"Something involving a twelve-year-old telepathic hooker."

He blinked a couple of times and reached for another Twinkie. The plate fell to the floor without his noticing.

We took a trip down to the trading floor of Auberge. Even though it was well after midnight, all the shops were open. Our destination was Selene Pharmaceuticals.

An alluring sky-blue dress enwrapped A