Judgment
A time of resurrection
and awakening
Chapter Twenty-One
Fusion Power
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Decisions, Decisions
It appears events are about to begin.
The machine is charged.
The window is narrowing.
The past remains disturbingly accessible.
Before any displacement occurs,
one should consider the state of Earth prior to interference—
and the nature of what may remain when the traveler returns
Some material contained herein may be unsuitable for
minors,
skeptics,
or those dependent on comfortable illusions
Proceed no further.
Seriously.
Reading this account may result in
curiosity,
doubt,
or the irreversible desire to understand.
These files were never meant to be public.
They were taken.
Copied.
Misattributed.
Stolen from the private archives of Lazarus Cain,
uploaded under a false name,
by an impostor who clearly understood nothing of what he handled.
Reading this story may lead to the desire to know more.
These files were never meant to be public.
They were taken.
Copied.
Misattributed.
Stolen from the private archives of Lazarus Cain,
uploaded under a false name,
by an impostor who clearly understood nothing of what he handled.
Sometimes nothing is sacred.
Wait—
Was it Cain in the cave?
Not Lazarus?
Then who buried SETH in The Garden?
Angels?
Perhaps the same one who changed his name from SON OF MAN
to SON OF GOD
to SON OF DAVID.
King Yen's Version
Copyright 1999.
Count of Counts,
Host of Hosts.
“I am only dangerous when crossed,” Jim said calmly, “and what truly frightens you is not me—it is your inability to imagine a solution. So you excuse inaction by claiming only God can solve this region.al dispute. That is surrender dressed as humility.”
“Damn it, Jim,” General Armstrong replied. “You’re talking about dismantling belief systems. That gets people killed."
“I know,” Jim said. “But outdated beliefs are already killing them.”
“You’re improvising.”
“Yes.”
“We will disavow you publicly.”
“Which is exactly what I require.”
A pause.
Then Armstrong exhaled. “Off the record—go do it. I trust you. I always have.”
“You were fired because of me.”
“And rehired because of you,” the general said. “She was willing to trade freedom for stability—first with Isis, now with this region. She’ll do it again.”
“Then we proceed quietly,” Jim said. “Helen will enter Jerusalem as Antiope Industries’ representative. I am her security. Genie will forward the cover documentation.”
“If this explodes—”
“It will,” Jim replied. “Just not the way you expect.”
Jim ended the call knowing distance was now mandatory. To appear equitable, he could not belong to any power bloc—not America, not Israel, not anyone.
Time was tightening.
Genie warned him of diminishing charge margins. Helen would need extraction. Public departure was impossible
.
“I need a helicopter,” Jim said. “Quietly.”
Armstrong did not hesitate. “Buy one. I’ll make the introductions.”
“I’ll fly,” Helen said.
Abdul winced thinking about the remarkable talents of this blonde beauty. He fantasized making love to her.
"Patch me through to Antiope."
"What is the code?"
"Theseus."
General Armstrong called up his link to the Flying Dutchman and entered the password, "Theseus".
Antiope joined the on-line party. "Hello, General. How did you get through on this channel? I was expecting Jim."
Antiope could see on her console that General Armstrong was placing a call on Jim's communication channel
."I'm on-line, Antiope. How are you doing?"
She was enjoying herself.“The market behaved exactly as predicted,” she said cheerfully. “Perfect hedging symmetry.”
“There will be volatility,” Jim said. “When word spreads.”
"I'm sure a sell-off will be prompted when the public learns of your plans to build a fusion power plant in Jerusalem."
Silence.
Antiope responded. "A fusion power plant? I never made any plans for a fusion power plant."
Then Armstrong erupted. “That’s insane.”
Helen cut in smoothly. “Antiope, assemble investors at the Jerusalem Hilton. Acquire a helicopter firm. Immediately.”
Antiope smiled. “I was bored anyway.”
Armstrong folded. He always did when Antiope smiled like that
Jim signaled for the call to end. "Good-bye, General, it seems that our Israeli captain needs his phone back."
Helen terminated the call and handed back the unit. Abdul then continued on the way making good time all the way to Jerusalem. Helen masqueraded each checkpoint passage with a publicly seen bribe, thereby keeping undercover the true purpose of their journey. Qblh took in the countryside with his acute perception. Helen was kept entertained as Genie would act as a tour guide keeping her well-informed by calling up graphical links relevant to each region as they passed through.
Antiope called a fellow known by the name of"M' in Tel Aviv and managed to get him scurrying off to Jerusalem.
As they drove, Jim interfaced with Genie, reviewing intelligence. Demands layered upon demands. Fantasies elevated to rights. Violence sanctified by belief.
He considered his own executions.
Legal.
Efficient.
Effective.
And fatal to trust.
He had ruled through fear when mercy might have sufficed.
Blood on my hands, he admitted.
The realization struck hard: the present was no longer solvable.
The time jump was not curiosity.
It was correction.
Mercy builds legitimacy.
Vengeance erodes it.
Too late—unless time itself could be re-entered
Faith could not be forced.
YAOHUSHUA demanded choice and faith, not law.
The world had rejected Him once. It would do so again.
Jim would not command belief. He would expose truth and allow refusal.
Those who chose untruth would inherit it fully.
Jerusalem would remain divided—not by walls, but by will.
Idiot’s voice sharpened.
“Jim. Streamline convergence detected.”
“Magnitude?”
“Severe. Black-hole-class inertial intersection.”
Jim stiffened. “Ark of the Covenant?”
“Yes. It is acting as a waypoint. Your field generators are interacting with it.”
Temporal disturbance intensified.
They were being pulled—not pushed—toward history.
Helen looked at him. “Explain.”
Jim hesitated.
Idiot intervened privately: "Helen does not need to know."
He smiled thinly. “Navigation anomalies. Ancient hardware.”
She rolled her eyes. “You sound like your Idiot.”
Inputs from the Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs flooded Jim’s attention.
Diplomatic panic.
Surveillance escalation.
Allies uneasy.
Enemies alert.
Above them, satellites adjusted.
Below them, Jerusalem waited.
The past was opening.
And this time—
Jim would do it differently
