They are living in a cheap horror film, she thought. There is something wrong when you fear little children. When you view them, any one of them, as weird and awful. I don’t want this insight, she said to herself, drawing back in aversion. Take it away, please; I’ve seen enough.
I understand.
She thought, This is why it has to be done. Because they see as they do. They pray; they make decisions; they shield their world-they keep out hostile intrusions. To them this is a hostile intrusion. They are demented; they would kill the God who made them. No rational thing does that. Christ did not die on the cross to render men spotless; he was crucified because they were crazy; they saw as I see now. It is a vista of lunacy.
They think they are doing the right thing.
The Divine Invasion
CHAPTER 6
The girl Zina said, “I have something for you.”
“A present?” He held out his hand, trustingly.
Only a child’s toy. An information slate, such as every young person had. He felt keen disappointment.
“We made it for you,” Zina said.
“Who is that?” He examined the slate. Self-governing facto- ries turned out hundreds of thousands of such slates. Each slate contained common microcircuitry. “Mr. Plaudet gave me one of these already,” he said. “They’re plugged into the school.”
“We make ours differently,” Zina said. “Keep it. Tell Mr. Plaudet this is the one he gave you. He won’t be able to distin- guish them from each other. See? We even have the brand name on it.” With her finger she traced the letters I.B.M.
“This one isn’t really I.B.M.,” he said.
“Definitely not. Turn it on.”
He pressed the tab of the slate. On the slate, on the pale gray surface, a single word in illuminated red appeared.
VALIS
“That’s your question for right now,” Zina said. “To figure out what ‘Valis’ is. The slate is posing the problem for you at a class-one level . . . which means it’ll give you further clues, if you want them.”
“Mother Goose,” Emmanuel said.
On the slate the word VALIS disappeared. Now it read:
HEPHAISTOS
“Kyklopes,” Emmanuel said instantly. Zina laughed. “You’re as fast as it is.,’
“What’s it connected to? Not Big Noodle.” He did not like Big Noodle.
“Maybe it’ll tell you,” Zina said.
The slate now read:
SHIVA
“Kyklopes,” Emmanuel repeated. “It’s a trick. This was built by the troop of Diana.”
At once the girl’s smile faded.
“I’m sorry,” Emmanuel said. “I won’t say it again out loud even one more time.”
“Give me the slate back.” She held out her hand.
Emmanuel said, “I will give it back if it says for me to give it back. He pressed the tab.
NO
“All right,” Zina said. “I’ll let you keep it. But you don’t know what it is: you don’t understand it. The troop didn’t build it. Press the tab.”
Again he pressed the tab.
LONG BEFORE CREATION
“I-” Emmanuel faltered.
“It will come back to you,” Zina said. “Through this. Use it. I don’t think you should tell Elias either. He might not under- stand.”
Emmanuel said nothing. This was a matter that he himself would decide. It was important not to let others make his choices for him. And, basically, he trusted Elias. Did he also trust Zina? He was not sure. He sensed the multitude of natures within her, the profusion of identities. Ultimately he would seek out the real 66 6
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one; he knew it was there, but the tricks obscured it. Who is it, he asked himself, who plays tricks like this? What being is the trickster? He pressed the tab.
DANCING
To that, he gave a nod of assent. Dancing certainly was the right answer; in his mind he could see her dancing, with all the troop, burning the grass beneath their feet, leaving it scorched, and the minds of men disoriented. You cannot disorient me, he said to himself. Even though you control time. Because I control time, too. Perhaps even more than you.
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That night at dinner he discussed Valis with Elias Tate.
“Take me to see it,” Emmanuel said.
“It’s a very old movie,” Elias said.
“But at least we could rent a cassette. From the library. What does ‘Valis’ mean?”
“Vast Active Living Intelligence System,” Elias said. “The movie is mostly fiction. It was made by a rock singer in the latter part of the twentieth century. His name was Eric Lampton but he called himself Mother Goose. The film contained Mini’s Syn- chronicity Music, which had considerable impact on all modern music to this day. Much of the information in the film is conveyed subliminally by the music. The setting is an alternate U.S.A. where a man named Ferris F. Fremount is president.”
Emmanuel said, “But what is Valis?”
“An artificial satellite that projects a hologram that they take to be reality.”
“Then it’s a reality generator.”
“Yes,” Elias said.
“Is the reality genuine?”
“No; I said it’s a hologram. It can make them see whatever it wants them to see. That’s the whole point of the film. It’s a study of the power of illusion.”
Going to his room, Emmanuel picked up the slate that Zina had given him and pressed the tab.
“What are you doing?” Elias said, coming in behind him.
The slate showed one word:
NO
“That’s plugged into the government, Elias said. “There’s no point in using it. I knew Plaudet would give you one of those.” He reached for it. “Give it to me.”
“I want to keep it,” Emmanuel said.
“Good grief; it says I.B.M. right on it! What do you expect it to tell you? The truth? When has the government ever told any- one the truth? They killed your mother and put your father into cryonic suspension. Let me have it, damn it.”
“If this is taken from me,” Emmanuel said, “they will give me another.”
“I suppose so.” Elias withdrew his hand. “But don’t believe what it says.”
“It says you’re wrong about Valis,” Emmanuel said.
“In what way?”
Emmanuel said, “It just said ‘no.’ It didn’t say anything more.” He pressed the tab again.
YOU
“What the hell does that mean?” Elias said, mystified.
“I don’t know,” Emmanuel said truthfully. He thought, I will keep using it.
And then he thought, It is tricking me. It dances along the path like a bobbing light, leading me and leading me, away, fur- ther, further, into the darkness. And then when the darkness is everywhere the bobbing light will wink out. I know you, he thought at the slate. I know how you work. I will not follow; you must come to me.
He pressed the tab.
FOLLOW ME
“Where no one ever returns,” Emmanuel said.
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After dinner he spent some time with the holoscope, studying Elias’s most precious possession: the Bible expressed as layers
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at different depths within the hologram, each layer according to age. The total structure of Scripture formed, then, a three- dimensional cosmos that could be viewed from any angle and its contents read. According to the tilt of the axis of observation, differing messages could be extracted. Thus Scripture yielded up an infinitude of knowledge that ceaselessly changed. It became a wondrous work of art, beautiful to the eye, and incredible in its pulsations of color. Throughout it red and gold pulsed, with strands of blue.
The color symbolism was not arbitrary but extended back in time to the early medieval Romanesque paintings. Red always represented the Father. Blue the color of the Son. And gold, of course, that of the Holy Spirit. Green stood for the new life of the elect; violet the color of mourning; brown the color of endurance and suffering; white, the color of light; and, finally, black, the color of the Powers of Darkness, of death and sin.
All these colors could be found in the hologram formed by the Bible along the temporal axis. In conjunction with sections of text, complex messages formed, permutated, re-formed. Emman- uel never tired of gazing into the hologram; for him as well as Elias it was the master hologram, surpassing all others. The Christian-Islamic Church did not approve of transmuting the Bible into a color-coded hologram, and forbade the manufacture and sale. Hence Elias had constructed this hologram himself, without approval.
It was an open hologram. New information could be fed into it. Emmanuel wondered about that but he said nothing. He sensed a secret. Elias could not answer him, so he did not ask.
What he could do, however, was type out on the keyboard linked to the hologram a few crucial words of Scripture, where- upon the hologram would align itself from the vantage point of the citation, along all its spacial axes. Thus the entire text of the Bible would be focused in relationship to the typed-out information.