A Dead God

Note: This story is far from finished, but I will keep adding parts. For now I would like to urge all readers to leave some comments. Have a great read!

24 August, 2322 AD

The world had already been looking for millenia, but their God was never found. Humanity had turned their eyes to the skies and to the depths of the earth. Neither heaven nor hell was ever found. In the 22th century the disappointment grew and a new church rose. A church that believed in a dead God, one that had somehow died. In the next 40 years they managed something truly remarkable, by 2280 AD 95% of the people had converted to this new belief. The Necrotic church as they called themselves had more power than they could ever need and grew stronger every year.

My story begins a good 40 years later, however, with me waking up for another day of research. Science has progressed greatly over the last centuries and both the Moon and Mars had been colonised. I still lived on earth though which was where I did most of my research. My research mostly focused on the main question, “Where is God?” and so it all began in August, when I phoned Dr. Styrr, a friendly scientist. We were some of the few people that refused to believe in God's death.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well.” I said. “I-” He promptly interrupted me: “Is this line being watched? “ he whispered. “No, ofcourse not. Why'd you ask?” “We are not alone.” he answered. “Meet me in our office in about an hour. I will see you then.” “Okay, great!” I replied excited.

I had not been so happy in a long time, at last we were sure. Finally we knew for sure that there were other scientists like us, people looing for the truth. Meeting up with my new partners was a huge surprise as there were literally hundreds of them. Of course not all of them were there in person but most of them joined the conversation from their computer at home via webcam. As it turned out there were actually two different branches in the search for God. The first group focused on the belief that God existed within all of us and tried to make contact with the God inside humans. The other branch was looking for the heaven instead. “You find the heaven, you find God” they said. They suspected the heaven to be located somewhere in the galaxy and were determined to find it.

I did not hesitate and immediately expressed my longing to join the second group in their research, but to my surprise my old partner decided to join the other group. I could only hope that the two research teams maintained good relations. All this happened 6 years ago...

12 July, 2328 AD

Research has not been going great to say the least. The church had taken over half of us captive during the last few years and our funds were low. What we needed was hope, some new discovery that we could believe in. But frankly we had been needing that for years. I was routinely checking my mailbox when I saw it. An e-mail from Styrr with their latest report embedded. Excited I began reading it.

SFG Experiment VXV

Subject strapped to table while still fully aware of his surroundings. (See Note I)

Using our latest technology we managed to insert several of our machines in the subject. Machines designed to both produce and register sounds within the human body. Nothing remarkable happened during the first half hour, the machines made their buzzing noise and normal sounds were registered ( Heartbeat,et cetera...). Then things started to change. The subject muscles began to move uncontrollably and he started coughing up blood. Most distorting however were the shrieks heard at regular intervals. We tried to make contact with the source but-

Note I: Comatose subjects did not provide desired results. Subject's mouth taped shut for the experiment appeared to be quite painful.

Hey, I am sorry that I could not include more information but the rest is top secret. Why don't you come over for dinner later this week.

Dr. Styrr

My reply was – naturally – affirmative as my curiosity took the better of me. I met him at the restaurant a couple of days later ( a private room of course we could not use eavesdroppers ). It was weird to see him again, as I had never seen him look so pale, so stressed, so ... used.