Cli-Fi
John J. Falco
I have rewritten the beginning of my WIP and would love some feedback. Going to be sticking with this theme and time period.
The Chambers rattled with echoes of cries for war. Thoughts of anarchy swept through trillions of souls at once, all connected to each other by subconscious interlinks. The Celestial Plane of Existence was thrust into chaos for the first time! Within that split second, the announcement echoed throughout the entire Celestial Government. This was when the heartbeat of the universe suddenly stopped.
The reason for all the chaos was that God had, out of the blue retired from his long reign. He told no one. Simply vanished with one last heavy sigh and it echoed throughout the universe. Not in a good way. After careful study of the events that had transpired directly before the incident. It is widely believed that he himself got fed up with the very bureaucracy he ruled. It is unclear what sent him packing.
Without appropriate preparations for this unexpected occurrence, Universal Leadership was left in ruins and became utterly dysfunctional. They had no comforting answers to the chaos that immediately followed because the scenario had never actually entered into their minds. They couldn’t imagine a world without God. Now, the rules that once governed a Billion civilizations were pretty much obsolete.
The process of picking God is not an easy matter, as you will learn. The Celestial Government acted fast. Quickly, preparations were made to secure funding and proper legal representation from main sections of the universe so that they could actually sit down and have a proper discussion about the incident. Even though no one wanted to, a meeting of epic proportions was set up across the cosmos. They had to ask the tough questions, and keep the government running without giving the public any clues as to what was actually happening behind closed doors.
A God is required so the universe could breathe easy once again. We now know that when a god dies or passes on, sudden sadness falls upon most intelligent life in the universe. It’s something that affected all souls no matter where they were at the time or ended up. Leaving a disgusting permanent after-taste which lingered on for eons. We all know that star dust is subconsciously connected to each other. Celestial members of the Government far and wide suddenly felt a universal depression. Even if they were fighting for power. The fighting made one feel something else, but only temporarily. If not treated, universal depression can dampen metaphysical advancement for entire sub-species of homo-sapiens and render some extinct in a matter of seconds. It’s a serious mental condition. While some politicians came out to help, others caused more headaches by spreading pointless paranoia. This helped no one but line their own pockets. While profiting on what was indeed the most damaging natural disaster in human history. Getting thousands of cultures to agree on who will be in charge and lead them, is nearly impossible. The differences between the species of humans that now occupied the cosmos was so vast and alien to each other, that even using the subconscious pathways to communicate could take years. After setting up a single meeting place around the symbolic and once powerful Universal Table. The process of what to do next did not get any easier.
When thousands of souls crowd together in the same area of space. An intense energy is built up. Almost enough to make a star. When these same individuals gather together many realize that they haven’t seen each other in ages and when they see each other for the first time things hardly ever go as planned. The sad state of the Universal Table with its golden throne empty. Missing its most beloved occupant, only made matters worse. New friendships and old mistakes threatened the very balance of nature. Dangerous whispers began to consume the abstract walls deep inside the Celestial Chambers. Whispers of rebellion. And of something else that hadn’t been attempted in nearly two hundred years… an election!
Ancient Earthly lore tends to portray Angels—they are often called, as soldiers of good will. While, the Angelic Realm is indeed a type of military. Complete with Captains, Lieutenants and what not. It is so under-budget and poorly mismanaged that it hardly qualifies as one. No one in their right mind would actually consider that it has any moral standards whatsoever. If they do have morals they are getting to be increasingly difficult to find. The Angels consider themselves the purest celestial beings in existence and seem to do what they want regardless of the consequences. Despite its fundamentalism and small but annoying size. The Angelic Realm does maintain one original thought process. Keeping itself loud and proud, firmly seated at the Universal Table!
At this point in historic debates, many would jump at the chance to say that the Angelic Realm’s claim to fame is the aging soul production industry. The process first made popular by the technocratic and self-proclaimed rulers of the universe The Wilson Family Dynasty. Which isn’t much of a dynasty at this point. Just a group of very rich people who shout until they get what they want. More specifically, Henry Wilson III nearly two hundred years ago, created the model for Soul Travel. Today, it is now mostly defunct. It was known before wide adaptation that it would not be a sustainable business model, but he continued with his little soul hobby anyway. It has already reached market penetration, now lacks new applicants, and is taking up huge space of real estate in the spectrum that could be used for other more tantalizing prospects. It has become quite annoying to those who have to deal with the bureaucracy on a daily basis. Like a trash bag that has been left in the middle of a sidewalk for days that you have to walk around in order to avoid falling on your face. It is an old system that no longer has meaningful uses to modern society. Why keep it around?
So getting back on topic here, the one original contribution that the Angelic Realm has given the Universe is its ability to travel through time. The Angels are kind of obsessed with the technology and refuse to share or properly regulate it. This is a problem for Universal Leadership because they have been trying to push the Wilson Family out of the little power for nearly three centuries…
There were muffled shouts of anger high above them. Universal Leadership had gathered all they could gather, and if the greetings were this chaotic, imagine how the discussion would go? Jerry Wilson felt betrayed. He felt locked out of one of the most important meetings in human history. His army and political operation were instead put into a separate section of the chamber. They obviously didn’t want to hear his side of the story. Was it fear of what he might do? Did they know what he secretly wanted more than anything else on the Plane? He was an angel, and a top ranking angel at that. It only made logical sense that they be next in line to run things. These days, however, cowardice and not loyalty was honored above all else in the Celestial Government.
The Chambers rattled with echoes of cries for war. Thoughts of anarchy swept through trillions of souls at once, all connected to each other by subconscious interlinks. The Celestial Plane of Existence was thrust into chaos for the first time! Within that split second, the announcement echoed throughout the entire Celestial Government. This was when the heartbeat of the universe suddenly stopped.
The reason for all the chaos was that God had, out of the blue retired from his long reign. He told no one. Simply vanished with one last heavy sigh and it echoed throughout the universe. Not in a good way. After careful study of the events that had transpired directly before the incident. It is widely believed that he himself got fed up with the very bureaucracy he ruled. It is unclear what sent him packing.
Without appropriate preparations for this unexpected occurrence, Universal Leadership was left in ruins and became utterly dysfunctional. They had no comforting answers to the chaos that immediately followed because the scenario had never actually entered into their minds. They couldn’t imagine a world without God. Now, the rules that once governed a Billion civilizations were pretty much obsolete.
The process of picking God is not an easy matter, as you will learn. The Celestial Government acted fast. Quickly, preparations were made to secure funding and proper legal representation from main sections of the universe so that they could actually sit down and have a proper discussion about the incident. Even though no one wanted to, a meeting of epic proportions was set up across the cosmos. They had to ask the tough questions, and keep the government running without giving the public any clues as to what was actually happening behind closed doors.
A God is required so the universe could breathe easy once again. We now know that when a god dies or passes on, sudden sadness falls upon most intelligent life in the universe. It’s something that affected all souls no matter where they were at the time or ended up. Leaving a disgusting permanent after-taste which lingered on for eons. We all know that star dust is subconsciously connected to each other. Celestial members of the Government far and wide suddenly felt a universal depression. Even if they were fighting for power. The fighting made one feel something else, but only temporarily. If not treated, universal depression can dampen metaphysical advancement for entire sub-species of homo-sapiens and render some extinct in a matter of seconds. It’s a serious mental condition. While some politicians came out to help, others caused more headaches by spreading pointless paranoia. This helped no one but line their own pockets. While profiting on what was indeed the most damaging natural disaster in human history. Getting thousands of cultures to agree on who will be in charge and lead them, is nearly impossible. The differences between the species of humans that now occupied the cosmos was so vast and alien to each other, that even using the subconscious pathways to communicate could take years. After setting up a single meeting place around the symbolic and once powerful Universal Table. The process of what to do next did not get any easier.
When thousands of souls crowd together in the same area of space. An intense energy is built up. Almost enough to make a star. When these same individuals gather together many realize that they haven’t seen each other in ages and when they see each other for the first time things hardly ever go as planned. The sad state of the Universal Table with its golden throne empty. Missing its most beloved occupant, only made matters worse. New friendships and old mistakes threatened the very balance of nature. Dangerous whispers began to consume the abstract walls deep inside the Celestial Chambers. Whispers of rebellion. And of something else that hadn’t been attempted in nearly two hundred years… an election!
Ancient Earthly lore tends to portray Angels—they are often called, as soldiers of good will. While, the Angelic Realm is indeed a type of military. Complete with Captains, Lieutenants and what not. It is so under-budget and poorly mismanaged that it hardly qualifies as one. No one in their right mind would actually consider that it has any moral standards whatsoever. If they do have morals they are getting to be increasingly difficult to find. The Angels consider themselves the purest celestial beings in existence and seem to do what they want regardless of the consequences. Despite its fundamentalism and small but annoying size. The Angelic Realm does maintain one original thought process. Keeping itself loud and proud, firmly seated at the Universal Table!
At this point in historic debates, many would jump at the chance to say that the Angelic Realm’s claim to fame is the aging soul production industry. The process first made popular by the technocratic and self-proclaimed rulers of the universe The Wilson Family Dynasty. Which isn’t much of a dynasty at this point. Just a group of very rich people who shout until they get what they want. More specifically, Henry Wilson III nearly two hundred years ago, created the model for Soul Travel. Today, it is now mostly defunct. It was known before wide adaptation that it would not be a sustainable business model, but he continued with his little soul hobby anyway. It has already reached market penetration, now lacks new applicants, and is taking up huge space of real estate in the spectrum that could be used for other more tantalizing prospects. It has become quite annoying to those who have to deal with the bureaucracy on a daily basis. Like a trash bag that has been left in the middle of a sidewalk for days that you have to walk around in order to avoid falling on your face. It is an old system that no longer has meaningful uses to modern society. Why keep it around?
So getting back on topic here, the one original contribution that the Angelic Realm has given the Universe is its ability to travel through time. The Angels are kind of obsessed with the technology and refuse to share or properly regulate it. This is a problem for Universal Leadership because they have been trying to push the Wilson Family out of the little power for nearly three centuries…
There were muffled shouts of anger high above them. Universal Leadership had gathered all they could gather, and if the greetings were this chaotic, imagine how the discussion would go? Jerry Wilson felt betrayed. He felt locked out of one of the most important meetings in human history. His army and political operation were instead put into a separate section of the chamber. They obviously didn’t want to hear his side of the story. Was it fear of what he might do? Did they know what he secretly wanted more than anything else on the Plane? He was an angel, and a top ranking angel at that. It only made logical sense that they be next in line to run things. These days, however, cowardice and not loyalty was honored above all else in the Celestial Government.