The Messenger
The world was on a brink of collapse, the most recent supernova warning gave only half an hour for the human colony to be engulfed by the blast. The time was running short. Engineer established the last circuit, Technician confirmed safety and started countdown.
Messenger braced himself and closed his eyes. "10, 9, 8.."
"I'd like to talk to you about god".
Old Master was surprised. He looked around and noticed the crippled figure of the servant. The servant that never uttered the word until now. The surprise and curiosity were so great that Master let the servant speak.
"I understand why you hate people. Why you call us vessels for passing exrements. But I implore you to notice something small, something vanishing and microscopic, but growing, something that gives us the right for vanity, for this illusion of grandeur.
You, most of the all people, should understand it. Because, you are the most gifted, the most talented person of last few centuries, and many centuries ahead."
"That is probably the reason I chose you. Also I want you to do something."
"Who are you?"
"I am just the Messenger".
Cripple stopped talking and his burning eyes lost their light. Master was intrigued, his old mind still not believe what he heard just now. It took him couple of days before he started design for
the Machine.
Messenger returned to his time. Everything changed, which meant that his mission was a success. Of course Engineer was still there, but none of the Technicians. The need for them disappeared. As the need for the Messenger. He waited a few brief moments and then stepped forward to become one with his people, to join God.
