“As for me, I will call upon God, And the Lord shall save me.”
“Get up.” She heard that familiar gruff voice taking her from dream state to waking. At first, she wasn’t sure where she was. Opening her eyes revealed the concrete prison cell.
“Get up, we’ve got work to do,” Gus prodded. Alexis felt very sad that Gus had come to get her, and though she knew her parents were furious with her, she thought they would have been worried about her and would really want to see her; she missed them. She sat up slowly and looked at Gus, not sure what was in store for her.
He didn’t look at her directly. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble, Missy. Follow me and keep your mouth shut,” he commanded her. She obeyed, glad to be leaving the tiny cell. A woman dressed in white gave her a plastic cup with a single orange pellet inside. Alexis stood holding the cup. Gus rushed her impatiently. “Take the pellet and let’s get outta here.”
She looked at him. How she yearned for a fresh papaya or sweet ripe apple banana to satisfy the rumbling in her stomach. The thought brought tears to her eyes. She knew she’d never forget the horrible destiny of her island family. She couldn’t believe it was only a short time ago that she had lived on pellets alone, never knowing about real, natural food. She was hungry. She picked up the pill and put it in her mouth and tried to swallow, but she couldn’t seem to get it down. Instead, she spit it back into her hand. “What is going on?” Gus boomed, wide-eyed and red-faced.
“I don’t know, Gus. I need a drink or something. I can’t swallow this,” she offered.
“This is preposterous! Let’s go. When you’re hungry enough, you’ll get it down. Come on.” He dismissed the attendant with a wave of his hand and led Alexis through the maze of cells and into the main corridor of Central Headquarters.
“Where are my parents?” Alexis asked him.
“You’ll see them soon enough,” he answered shortly.
“Don’t they miss me? Want to see me?” she pleaded.
“Alexis, you’ve greatly shamed your mother and father. They are very busy and your disappearance and disobedience has interfered with their mission–with the mission of our entire group. That is all I can say. I don’t know what their personal feelings are.”
Alexis felt so sad. She remembered the love and laughter she knew as a way of life on the island. People loved her and took care of her even when they didn’t even know who she was. And the more time they spent together, the more her heart swelled with happiness and joy. Now here she was back where she had spent almost her entire life and the two people that brought her into the world weren’t really even concerned about her. Now who in the world would love her with a real love, like she had learned about on the island? Nobody. She couldn’t see the point of going on living, and her heart felt so heavy and her stomach felt sick and her head pounded. Gus opened the door to the main terminal room and directed her to take a seat against the wall.
“Stay put,” he told her. Then he shut the door and left her alone. Alexis was despairing and miserable. She put her head in her hands and cried. She didn’t know what else to do.
“Oh God,” she cried softly. A few moments later she remembered something from the book of Romans. “Suffering produces perseverance; perseverance character and character, hope.” I definitely am suffering, she thought. She took some small comfort in the thought, and she sat trying to convince herself that she did have something to hope for. She remembered a conversation with Judd about everything being all a part of God’s plan. The battle is the Lord’s, she reminded herself. She sat staring at the massive computer terminals and huge screens in front of her, her mind swimming with all kinds of thoughts. What next? Would the New World Order succeed?
“Have a good trip?” Sid asked her sarcastically as he entered the room with Gus behind him. “You’ve returned with a mop on your head, I see.”
Lexy ignored his insult. “I learned about living.”
“And dying too, I understand,” Sid answered.
“Those people didn’t deserve to die. If you wanted to kill, why didn’t you just kill me? I’m the one who committed the writing crime,” Alexis said.
“They were all disobedient. They broke the law by not getting a CHIP. Crimes have consequences,” Sid told her coldly.
“But they weren’t harming anybody,” she said.
“That’s your opinion, Alexis. They were a threat to national security. Traitors and excommunicates, contributing nothing to society. As far as I’m concerned, they got what they deserved.”
“Well, why didn’t you just leave me there and kill me too?” asked Alexis. “My parents?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Your parents are smart people. They wouldn’t put their personal concerns before the interest of this country, or this world. No, we would’ve wiped you out too, but you have something we need,” Sid told her.
“What could I possibly have that you would need?” she asked him.
“Your CHIP code.”
The CHIP. Such a tiny device caused such humongous pain and the senseless loss of her beautiful friends’ lives. “Why mine?”
“Sit down,” Gus ordered. “There’s work to be done.”
The door opened again and in filed Ed and Shelby Blitz followed by Lexy’s parents, Jerry and Cynthia. “Mom!” Alexis leapt from her chair and ran to embrace her mother, who ignored the others’ disapproving looks and hugged her daughter tightly. “I missed you Mom,” Alexis’ voice broke as she started to cry.
“Oh Alexis, darling, I thought I’d never see you again. It’s amazing you’re here. Honey, why did you run away? We could’ve talked… Your hair!”
“Cut it short Cynthia. There’s not time for this sentimental bullshit. Your daughter has already caused us severe delays and possible security breaches, and if you don’t get down to business and keep the personal stuff out of this room, you’ll be cited too,” Sid interrupted her. She quickly shut up. She and Lexy sat down holding hands side by side in front of the terminal with the rest of the group. Jerry didn’t so much as glance at his daughter, embarrassed as he was by her betrayal. And he never was one for emotion. He nodded curtly to Gus and Sid and sat down next to his wife.
“Okay people, this is the time we’ve been leading up to,” Sid began. “We’ll scan all of our codes to unlock the sealed files, then we’ll run the program. Within 30 minutes, NWO will be in effect. High frequency sound waves will destroy any living beings not protected by the CHIP, worldwide now. It’s time to enforce our plans. We’ll be in the highest positions of power because of our access to this information. He will run the world. Nobody will be able to make a move without us knowing about it and approving of it.” Sid spoke with excitement in his voice and Alexis shuddered to think of the evil man that would be controlling the world and calling the shots about what was and was not allowed.
“And what’ll the first order of business be?” Ed asked him.
“Send out a worldwide bulletin regarding religion, if anybody even practices that stuff at all anymore. Take out the remaining churches–they just take up valuable space needed for factories for our workforce, which every citizen must participate in. No religion; let’s worship work. More practical.
Then we’ll get people right on constructing factories and childcare centers. We want every man, woman and child to be productive citizens in our New World Order. We’ve been lenient with some mothers and small children, but there’s no place for that now. Get the mothers back in the workplace no later than seven days after giving birth. This also creates more jobs for other women to care for the newborns. By 4, we should have the kids doing something productive and useful–we’ll figure out exactly what. Three years should be enough time for fooling around for anybody. Any questions?”
Sid seemed so smug and sure of himself, thought Alexis. No churches? No religions? No mothers with their babies? No childhoods? A world all about work? She was scared and depressed and hopeless, though she prayed silently to God to intervene and stop this abomination of desolation. Would all of the people living in the wildernesses of the world be killed? she wondered silently. What was the sense? Alexis fought to hold back tears. Wasn’t there anything she could do?
“Files locked” flashed on the huge screen of the computer terminal. “Access restricted and secured” appeared beneath that.
“Request access.” Sid’s voice activated the computer.
“Scan codes,” the computer instructed.
“Everybody in position. Hold your wrists in front of the scanner,” Gus directed. Sid and Gus were sitting right in front of the scanner so they remained seated while Shelby, Ed, Jerry and Cynthia gathered behind them.
“C’mon Alexis,” her mother prodded, giving her a pleading look that said, “please don’t cause any more trouble, honey.” Alexis reluctantly stood in front of the scanner, her wrist facing forward.
“Scan CHIP codes,” Sid said.
“Scanning. Stand by,” replied the smooth-sounding computer. “Scanning complete. Access open,” said Murphy after about a minute, which seemed like an eternity to Alexis.
“Run New World Order, increase frequency and range,” Sid said.
“Frequency increasing,” answered the computer. “Range to expand to which area?” the computer asked.
After a slight pause, Sid answered, “All.”
“Expanding range. Expansion completed,” the computer announced.
“Sound frequencies,” Sid ordered.
“Sounding,” said the computer.
“Oh my God, are you guys really going to let this happen?” Alexis begged. “All those innocent people…”
“Shut up Alexis,” Gus told her. “No use trying to save the world. The ones that follow the rules will be spared, only the outlaws and scourge of society will be cleansed from the earth’s surface.”
Alexis looked at her mom and dad, who didn’t make eye contact. Shelby looked at the ground and Ed Blitz looked at her and said matter-of-factly, “It’s time to face facts, Alexis. The sooner you do that, the better. And just feel lucky that you’re one of us. Everybody had a chance to be protected by CHIP.”
“Yeah, but who made you, ‘us’ God to decide what the laws are and who should work and where and when? I don’t see…”
“Someday you’ll understand, Alexis,” said Shelby, piping up to support her husband. “When you’re in control, you’ll see it was for the good of the people.”
“You guys are sick,” she told them. “Can I leave now?”
“Feel free, but you better do some serious thinking about changing your attitude because you’re disposable now,” Gus told her. “And this time you won’t have no underground outlaw hermit to go crying to,” he added. That hurt–poor Wynn. Alexis felt all alone in a cruel, unfair world. She didn’t have the slightest idea what she would do or how she would survive in the cold world, all alone. Now that she had known real joy and real people, how could she operate among all these CHIP-controlled monkeys? She left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and mourning for all the poor souls who were at this moment being wiped out by high frequency sound waves.
“Please save them Lord,” she prayed. As she walked outside of Central Headquarters, it was dark, although it was only 5 p.m. That’s odd, she thought. Then she noticed a crowd of people on the streets, staring off in the distance. She looked in their direction and saw an incredible sight. The sun, but without light. It was like a glowing black ember in the sky.
She kept walking down the sidewalk, not really sure where she was headed. Home didn’t feel like her home anymore, but she slowly headed in that direction, for lack of anywhere else to go. she thought for a minute about Isabella, but decided not to see her. She was totally, utterly alone. A half hour later she found herself at home. She sat down on the front steps, tired and dejected, hungry and feeling sick. About an hour later, Cynthia arrived home and sat down next to her daughter. “Honey,” she began.
“Why Mom? Why does the world have to be like this? Why does this have to happen?”
“I’ve always wondered the same thing, darling,” she answered. “But I’ve come to realize that we don’t have the answers and there’s really nothing I or you, or anyone, can do.”
“But didn’t you see all this coming? I mean, the people I met on the island said it was obvious the world was headed for disaster, with the required CHIP and everything, didn’t you ever think about getting away?” Cynthia looked ahead and sighed.
“I hoped we’d never have to talk about this, Alexis. I hoped life would just somehow work itself out, but it’s time to tell you a story. Just between you and me. Okay?” Alexis nodded, turning toward her mother, interested. “Many years ago, before you were born, I was married to a wonderful man….”
“You never told me you were married before,” Alexis interrupted her.
“I know. I was forbidden to talk about it with anybody, on penalty of death. So keep this talk a secret.” Alexis’ eyes widened. “So, we were married, and I was pregnant and Michael, that was his name, Michael was against CHIP implants, and he suggested to the wrong person that it could be a dangerous device for the human race. He spoke out, and then he always felt like people were following him, spying, he called it. He came home one night all secretive and wanted to go for a walk.
We were all the way up in the mountains, walking above the river when he finally let me in on his plan. He was convinced we had to leave the city, and if I would just trust him and say yes he would arrange everything immediately.” Her mom’s eyes sparkled at the memories she was reliving. “Of course, I agreed, I totally trusted Michael. So it was all set within a week and I was excited and scared. We weren’t supposed to say anything about it to anybody.” Cynthia stopped and seemed lost in her thoughts.
“So what happened, Mom?” Alexis asked after a minute, jogging her mother back to reality.
She sighed. “I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my mother, and assuring her I would be okay with Michael. The night we were leaving, Michael took a load of our stuff to the boat. While he was gone, I snuck over to my mom’s to tell her I loved her and that I was going away for a little while and please not to tell anybody I’d come, but I told her I just wanted her to know I’d be safe with Michael. I didn’t want her to worry. My dad wasn’t home, and I begged her not to tell him because I knew he would never condone my leaving, especially for such reasons as escaping automation and fearing the NWO. He was one of the NWO masterminds. And he never liked Michael.
“She told me not to go, said I was crazy. I was crying when I left, but I had to go. I’d already been gone too long. I drove home as fast as I could, and I waited for Michael.”
“And then?” Alexis urged when her mother was silent.
Her mom didn’t answer right away. “I waited for him all night,” she started softly. “He never came home. His truck was found at the bottom of Taylor’s Cliff. I never saw him again.”
“What happened to him?” Alexis wanted to know.
“They never found his body, apparently it was consumed in the fire of the explosion when the truck crashed down the cliff,” Cynthia spoke between sobs. Alexis hugged her mother, shocked at this secret. Her mother had always been so proper. After a few minutes, Cynthia straightened up. She licked a salty tear off her lip and continued. “The next day my mother and father came to my room with a nurse. She gave me an injection, CHIP, it turned out to be. They told me it was to help with my stress. I was pregnant, remember. My mom kept telling me how sorry she was, like it was her fault or something.”
“What happened to the baby?”
“She’s grown into an amazing young woman, rebellious, like her father.”
Alexis swallowed hard. She tried to piece together what her mother had just told her. “But Dad….”
“I never thought you should feel the pain of the truth. It seemed easier Lexy, for everybody, that’s what all the doctors insisted; why traumatize the child? My father called the shots. He introduced me to my new husband, Jerry Roberts, and ordered me to accept my fate like an obedient girl and feel lucky to be alive.”
“Kind of like Gus did to me,” said Alexis. “Mom, I can’t believe I never knew they treated you like a prisoner. How could you love a man you were forced to marry?”
Cynthia shook her head. “I was in a kind of shock. I did what I was told. And Lexy honey, you were the only thing that kept me going. While I detested Jerry and my fate for a long time, I was pregnant, and I was lost without Michael. I didn’t have the strength to put up much of a fight. You were my hope, my joy, my only connection with Michael. I never meant for my life to end up like this, or yours either. I’m sorry honey.”
“I know Mom. I love you.” The two women hugged and cried.
“Sometimes I feel like I’ve made the wrong decisions. But we will never know, will we honey?”
“I think we might understand someday, Mom.” The she surprised herself by saying boldly, “If we believe, everything we ask for in prayer will be received.”
Cynthia looked at her daughter. “I don’t know what to believe. But your hope feels good.”
“I’m going to pray for us, Mom, and for everything to somehow be okay. I’ve learned nothing is impossible through prayer.” Alexis thought to herself how true that was; she had prayed for truth in her life and she had prayed for her parents while on the island.
“We should just trust God and know that the battle is the Lord’s, Judd told me that.”
“Yes, my friend on the island, Judd Michael….” Lexy’s voice cracked. Cynthia looked like she’d seen a ghost. “Mom?”
“It’s nothing, Lex, just a strange coincidence.”
“Tell me. I believe coincidences are not just random events. I think they’re meaningful.”
“Well, Michael’s–your father’s–middle name was Judd. Michael Judd Adahmson. Strange, isn’t it?” Alexis felt the hairs raise on her arms. She thought about Judd’s binocular case, with ARA carved into it. She’d never questioned her real father, and she’d never known about her mother’s previous marriage. Her own initials would have been ARA if her mother had not married Jerry Roberts, making her ARR. She was blown away.
“Star light, start bright, first star I see tonight,” Alexis looked up at the sky. Her mother joined her and the two women finished the rhyme. “I wish I may, I wish I might, wish on the first star I see tonight.” They smiled at each other.
“He told me about Jesus too.” They both understood who he was. Judd Michael. Michael Judd. Father and husband. “We can have eternal life if we accept Jesus as our savior. Confess with our mouths, believe in our hearts and minds that he is Lord and we are saved by his blood.”
Cynthia looked surprised. “He said that?”
“Maybe it’s all a part of a plan, Mom. The only way you would believe it, by some miracle told through me from him to you! Hey look at the moon–you can barely see it–it’s there, but it’s dark. Are we having an eclipse?”
“Strange. Must be something to do with the increased range and high frequencies. It’s probably messing up the planets or something.”
“I don’t know.” A great roar drowned out their words, deafening them. Stars began shooting down from the sky, streaking trails of light behind them. “Look Mom!” Alexis screamed, pointing at the sky.
“What’s going on? A meteor shower?” The earth started to shake and rumble. Screams resounded from all directions and pipes burst, sending fountains of rushing water flooding into the streets. A huge explosion rocked the block, sending houses tumbling down and starting raging fires that quickly spread in every direction.
“Fire!” someone yelled, as people ran in panic, seeking high ground. In a matter of minutes, fires burned all around. The moon turned the color of blood.
“What’s happening?” yelled Cynthia as people ran, streaming out of their houses into the streets screaming and panicking, running, but not sure where to go.
“Oh my God, save us! Lord have mercy.” Alexis got down on her knees amidst the confusion and chaos and began praying to God. “Mighty God, have mercy on your children. Help us! Save us all. We know not what we do!”
“Oh Lord, please forgive me. Jesus Christ, have mercy on my soul. Dear God, save us! Lord help us!” Cynthia got down next to her daughter and started shouting too.
They heard a trumpet and then saw a glorious white light illuminating the clouds. A light too bright for Alexis to look at radiated and then seemed to swallow them. They were engulfed in white, pure energy. “He’s come!” Alexis rose with the light out of the commotion and found herself floating high on a cloud where she witnessed the disaster through thick fog below. Then she felt a warmth spread throughout her body and she slowly surrendered to the warm, loving embrace. She drifted out of consciousness and fell into a calming, serene sleep.
When she awoke, she felt rested and alive and full of joy as she looked into the smiling faces of her friends. One by one, they appeared before her as she looked around, grinning. “Victoria! Josiah! Wynn–you’re alive! We’re all alive! Mom! Oh Mommy!” she embraced her mother. Her father stood by. “Daddy! Judd Michael.” For hours, family and friends reunited and hugged praising God for his greatness and thanking him for fulfilling his promises of eternal life. They were well aware of the table beautifully set for a wedding supper.
“We made it,” Victoria told her.
“All God’s plan,” Judd said.
“Praise God,” they said to one another and then watched and listened to a beautiful chorus of angels and new beings, all familiar, singing in one accord, praises to a mighty God. Smiling, joyful, they themselves joined the angels singing praises to a mighty king. “Mighty is the Lord our God, mighty is the Lord our Go-ood. Mighty to deliver, mighty to set free. Mighty is the Lord our God.
The Lord is my strength, and my song… Amen.
And he, he has become, my salvation. Amen. And I will prepare my heart.
You are God, and we praise you, yes we praise you.
You are eternal father, all creation worships you; all creation worships you, amen.”
“For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create, for, behold, I create in Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy. And I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in my people; and the voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying. There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days, for the child shall die an hundred years old, but the sinner being an hundred years old shall be accursed. And they shall build houses and inhabit them; and they shall plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them. They shall not build, and another inhabit, they shall not plant, and another eat. For as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands. They shall not labor in vain , nor bring forth for trouble; for they are the seed of the blessed of the Lord and their offspring with them. And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear. The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock, and dust shall be the serpent’s meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain,” saith the Lord. –Isaiah 65:17
“…and what will ye do in the end thereof?”