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It’s up to God now. I look over at Him and try to get a feel for what he’s going to do. I’m holding onto the safety bars, knowing that I’m as strapped in as I’m ever going to get. I know the Gs are going to make me pass out before we hit the apex but I’m still more nervous than my first kiss. His unfathomable eyes are looking at the control panel. He wipes a lock of dazzlingly white hair back behind his ears. He strokes his beard. There are two hundred buttons and switches to choose from.
He looks over at me and raises his eyebrows and shrugs. That’s when the bottom falls out of my world. God closes his eyes are holds his fingers out over the board. If things are in God’s hands and he’s just going to take a wild guess, then whose hands are we in now?
Like Beethoven hitting the first chord of a concert, God brings his hands down on about a dozen of the buttons. They light up.
There’s a rumbling from the back of the ship and the intercom kicks in. I can hear the communications gear start to spin and the left wing makes a scraping sound like something it being adjusted inside. Not hearing the same sound in the right wing freaks me right the hell out.
I’m starting to get a little pissed off. I was told that I wasn’t qualified to pilot this thing, only that I would useful on the other end of the journey. It’s pretty apparent that this alien technology is beyond The All Father himself and he didn't read the manual. This might as well have been a solo trip.
The engine sparks up twice before coughing into full bone-shaking life. There’s the sound of screeching metal as we start to move forward. Two lower octaves kick in. There’s a brief pause while the ship sniffs out a course and then I become two dimensional as I’m pressed into the chair by multiplication.
I pass out.
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He looks over at me and raises his eyebrows and shrugs. That’s when the bottom falls out of my world. God closes his eyes are holds his fingers out over the board. If things are in God’s hands and he’s just going to take a wild guess, then whose hands are we in now?
Like Beethoven hitting the first chord of a concert, God brings his hands down on about a dozen of the buttons. They light up.
There’s a rumbling from the back of the ship and the intercom kicks in. I can hear the communications gear start to spin and the left wing makes a scraping sound like something it being adjusted inside. Not hearing the same sound in the right wing freaks me right the hell out.
I’m starting to get a little pissed off. I was told that I wasn’t qualified to pilot this thing, only that I would useful on the other end of the journey. It’s pretty apparent that this alien technology is beyond The All Father himself and he didn't read the manual. This might as well have been a solo trip.
The engine sparks up twice before coughing into full bone-shaking life. There’s the sound of screeching metal as we start to move forward. Two lower octaves kick in. There’s a brief pause while the ship sniffs out a course and then I become two dimensional as I’m pressed into the chair by multiplication.
I pass out.
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