The Time of The Godist Order

   War is forbidden. But there are thousands of battles. There is one Government, World Government, although the many countries of the world have one. There is little atmosphere. The magnetic poles have not regenerated and humanity faces the same extinction it wrought upon the rest of the species of the planet long ago. There is one religion, GODist, though you can worship what you will. There is one purpose, GODist, but you can do what you wish. This was the one life, GODist, if you truly wanted to live on earth of 6040. Until the day The Eye of Ra came to inspect the truth of a dying earth and a world wide theocracy gone mad and empowered James Parker to become The Udjat Em Djed!

Concept covers...I turn to visual art once I have an Idea. Here were the first draft covers I designed and created for the project. I remain hopeful they'll surface as alternates once the novella series becomes successful. Google Earth is a lovely thing. I must praise Langston Fuse for the final covers yet again! As always we are one with our vision. If the fates are kind we will find a way to do the comic and cartoon even a graphic novel.

ISBN 978-0-557-21177-7    Ignorant Will: Book One Godist

ISBN 978-0-557-21351-1    Godist Enforcement:  Book Two Godist

One

            It was cold. 40 below freezing. Colder than the weather Clone had predicted. A weather front had moved in from Arizona bringing cosmic snow and more snow. Raleigh North Carolina of the North American Continent was two feet deep in the pebble filled snow as James Parker turned on his newspaper.

            "More deep freeze," he said as he read the bottom feed on Good Morning South East. He sighed and willed the channel to move. "It'll burn off with the sun."

            He blinked his left eye hard holding his eye shut for just a moment. 

            The T.V. laser sensor read his abnormal eye movement and moved the reception one positive integer. There was nothing on the next channel so James Parker held his eye closed. The T.V. cruised up the channels.

            He stopped on news about the war.

            "World Government forces have bogged down in Northern Africa," The news Clone said lightly as energy heat blasts rocketed around him. "At last year's World Meeting, it had been decided that this region would be held without conflict. But rebels breached that agreement by sending a bomb Clone to the door step of the World Leader Obata in Rome as he was about to meet the High Godist. Investigation tied the Clone to this region and the offensive began."

            "Great." James Parker said as he turned off the T.V. by holding both eyes shut. "Just what the world needs another war."

            He walked over to his computer, across his immaculate home. James Parker was wealthy. He could afford four Clones. The Clones held eight jobs so that he never had to work. He only had to pay for Clone up keep and maintenance on his home. His home was minimalist. Hard steel floors. Mirrors. A heating and air condition unit. One single story. Three rooms for him. One for the Clones.

            "Computer," he said as he sat down before the small silver monitor. "How many wars are there as of this day?."

            "As of June first in the year 6040, there are over two hundred skirmishes across this planet. Including the one against terrorists in Africa in what was once historical Middle East, there are forty on that continent alone either against the World Government or involving African nation against nation. China invaded Africa seven days ago and stopped at the border of .....

            "Thank you," James Parker said as he abruptly cut off the faceless voice.

            "There is a telecall for you." The house seemed to say to him from every where as a dull hum started in the background.

            "And thank you, Lover," James Parker said as he looked around him.

He walked slowly over to the window and looked out the six foot tall pane of glass into the darkness. He felt comfort knowing that the sun's rays were heating his home. "If only..." he said softly.

            He walked over this televiewer. He blinked and instantly saw a man dressed in the old suit with a jacket, shirt, and tie.

            He knew it was the government. They were the only ones who still wore those ancient things.

            "Parker?" The nameless face said quickly to him. The room behind him was bright. James Parker thought about the waste of energy.

            "Yes,"

            "We would like you to come down to the World Department of Energy."

            "I don't work for you anymore."

            "The World President wishes to speak with you."

            "She didn't want a conference with me two years ago," James Parker shot back, his anger over the old wound suddenly coming to the fore, "She didn't want to speak to me five years ago. One of them Presidents didn't want to speak to me ten years ago. Hell, Johnson didn't want to speak to me twenty years ago."

            "I'm aware of your denials but that's not why I came..."

            "I couldn't care less why you came....What I'm saying is what's changed?"

            "It's some...some thing."

            "Could you be more specific?"

            "Eh....not on an unsecure line."

            "I'll be there by noon."

            "Any faster? We could send..."

            "No, noon."

            "It is the President."

            "And I'll be there. She'll wait if he wants to speak to me.

            James Parker blinked twice and the televiewer turned off.

            He walked over to his closet. He had already had his air shower so there was nothing left but to put on his black suit. He looked at it as he did every morning before he went out. This time he felt the depression slightly. He thought about history, about the days when Humans could walk around without the full body suit beneath the sun and touch the ground. Feel the air of the earth upon their bodies. Feel cosmic dustless snow. Feel so much.

            But that was so many years ago. And another  life than the entire Human race lived now. Now this life where only their faces were seen out from under shelters, and only then if the Human was wealthy enough to afford the invisishield. Most of the population wore the black suit over their entire body. It achieved two purposes. It absorbed the moon's rays to heat the body and protected the body from the suns rays.

            This morning as he looked at the suit, he lamented a dead ozone layer all but gone.

            "Idiotic government," he said as he put the suit on. "There's always something."

            "Virus Alert." His computer said aloud to him suddenly as he tilted his head.

            Viruses were things which contaminated the computers of the poor, of people who could not afford the World Government InnerSpace for the black market space which was illegal and all but shut down. There hadn't been a virus on the World Government Space in over five hundred years because of the World Government's diligence. A virus there could and had crippled the whole world back in then.

            He walked over to the screen.

            He saw the outline of an Eye on white Space. Nothing else. He had seen the image before during the Mars InnerSpace project. It was an Ancient Egyptian Eye. He blinked repeatedly to shut his computer down. He resorted to pulling out the dusty key board and pressing override commands. He had to think about it. He had to find the keys. "Reset." He said to himself.

            Nothing happened.

            "I don't have time for this." He said as he pressed his temple and powered up the shield to cover his face.

            He entered his foyer, blinked at the sensor hard, and the huge metal door slid behind him and sealed his home. He felt the atmospheric change being initiated in the air lock. His body was slowly becoming accustomed to the earth's current gravity levels as issued by InnerSpace.

            "Acclamation complete," Lover said to him softly through his ear microphones within the suit.

            He opened his outer door to the night morning of a dying earth.