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Being the smartest cadet in the Elohim Academy on Omega Prime was no big deal for the boy named Yahweh. The only reason he majored in both galactology and the galacticNet was that he enjoyed exploring the future. He was removed from his surrogate family on his first birthday because they were human, and he was Elohim. While human children could only dream of keeping up with the superior mind of a Elohim, the policy was to set apart the Elohim children from the inferior human breeding stock. But he felt more connected to his human family than his Elohim, giving him an odd, more sensitive nature amongst his peers.
Graduation changed everything. His galacticNet session was disturbed by Headmaster Zenn with his first mission: a rescue mission to Earth. On Earth he finds new friends and family. His adventure blasts into exciting and calamitous sci-fi through three universes full of time travel, space bugs, terrestrial mollusks, and zombies (of a sort). Yahweh searches for his destiny that’s been waiting for him with the meaning of life … if he can survive the future he had already lived to see.
Are you ready for a great adventure?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Adventure
First published on ebook 10/18/2018
Chapter 1
“In the beginning Elohim created heaven and earth.”
Genesis 1:1, Tanakh, 666 BC
Library of Souls
Obituary Chamber Space Station
“Talk to the dead?” Just the thought made her tremble. Would it hurt? Would it haunt her dreams? Or could it change her life?
She stood before the porthole that separated her from the infinity of deep, dark space. The window glare reflected her face, accentuating her bald head. She moved her fingers across her nose and cheek and up over her temple to rub her earlobe.
She wondered if she was still beautiful. Or had her journeys aged her, leaving her youthful appearance behind in some distant part of the universe?
Moving closer to the window, her reflection disappeared and she could see the blackness of space outlining the hull of the station’s spiraling arms. She turned to peer through bands of green laser light criss-crossing the center of the station's misty crypt. There, she knew, her journey was supposed to begin. She sighed.
Her mentor was lying enshrined within a golden coffin hovering in the middle of the obituary chamber. The sight of the suspended crypt comforted her, tranquilizing her thoughts with its hypnotic shimmer. Forcing her muscles to relax, she closed her eyes to concentrate, to imagine her thoughts as a beam shooting straight to the core where he waited.
“Creator Yahweh, you are here?” she asked silently.
“I am, but I am not,” he answered inside her mind. “You speak my life-name, yet now my only role is that of a storyteller in the infinite expanse of time-out-of-time.”
