I UpsoarThe following is a transcript of Room 151686151's audio at the Khani General Psychiatric Centre for the Damned, from Creon 3, 794. Its patient, unidentified, had no company at time of recording.

  Do you feel it, too? The rise in temperatures, that blinding light that comes once a week and nobody mentions at all? Do you feel the lovers draw away? Can you hear the orgies dissipate into logistics? Do you see the artists abandon the arts? Have you seen how many of them now seek low-wage jobs in a desperate search for routine? Do you see the moon's sadness growing every night? The roses turning paler? The world's spin slowing down?

  Why change, why, change? What God would punish us in this way? There cannot be one. There cannot be a Goddess presiding over chaos for chaos is not something to be ruled upon. There cannot be a Goddess of Absence for that would mean she presides over her own non-existence. There is therefore only one Man above us all and He is the Sun.

  And He made the world in his image, a beautiful picture that is orderly. He is all that is, and what isn't, he will never be. What isn't concerns us not, and we must always strive to be. To be anything, but to be.

  Infinity, space and abstraction are the tools of mad pagans — and yet they manifest more and more clearly as time comes by. From the earliest drafts of our Holy Soliblos our prophets have described the Sun's Universe as one ruled by constancy. By our path toward Convergence. So why is it that these children of Scourge seems to do the opposite? Are they merely striving away from God? Are they being led astray by the whispers of false idols? Fooled by their instincts, nurtured by the cults?

  I know well that these are not the only times of 'change' Miralis has faced as pnet. But what we face is no Central War, no Kingdom split in two. It is no revolution— it is madness! It is the annals of our society being turned inside out! It is an air of entropy that rots the lungs. It is the Scourge seeking a vessel — dancing in the air before it manifests itself and transforms our society into a realm of impurity!

  And we were promised God would come when times were at their most perilous. When mayhem became rule and hope vanished, He would be born again, God under a human's skin and flesh, with limited control over the universe and an undying yearn to be mortal. Throughout the centuries, especially in times of rage, my fellow believers spread across the globe have banged their heads against the wall asking themselves: Why has God not yet come for us?

  Is He upset at us, maybe? Did He take personally the things the demented non-believers have said of him? Is he personally offended by the dirty cross-matings produced by globalization's whore? By the NorPrimman communist uprisings?

  Certainly not — though I would not assume He is happy with the way our society is running, I have reason to admit his yet-ck of coming to visit us is simply a matter of His formidable wait: to wait for the right time, to wait for when we need Him most. If He has not yet come is simply because it is not yet time for Him to come.

  But now... the time is imminent. Do you feel it, now? A great event draws near. We did not notice it when it happened, but God the Sun was born into a little boy, many decades ago. A little boy carrying much power. It makes sense that God would seek to be born into the ruler of the nation that best carries his message! God was born a commander! God was born strong and tall! God thrives and rules a great empire of w, order and force. An empire that shall grow vast enough that it will be confused with the whole of the earth. The nd, the hills, the coasts and the cities of God, with Him at its very helm.

  And soon, He will transcend! He will transcend as promised. He will shed away the beautiful carcass enveloping God, sin the antithetical Scourge of his deity away and rule no longer as blood but as light. And the non-believers will join us or become dust. And the believers will agree, for once! And the world will be right, because He will be in it, in his truest form.

  And He will come, come alive! Destroy doubt. Take away the misery in change! It will all converge in His glory. He will come alive! Take into the message and spread it over the universe. Dispel the theory, dispel incoherence. We will understand it all when He becomes light! The light will blind us all and then we will understand what we are, He will come and become and the blindness will be the world that He was born to birth. Because from darkness he emerged into being, from a pit he cried away, experienced the world and saw its many fws as a boy raised in a throne! And from the throne He saw all the people, every person in the world from closer than from his watchpole in the centre of the universe. He saw us all and wished us all well and waited patiently while ruling the world in His kindness.

  God will come God will come God will come God will come and he has already come and he shares our earth and he breathes the air we do and exists and feels hunger and thirst sometimes as we do and does He understand? And will He understand? And will we understand Him when He is no longer man? Will our eyes be able to see? Or will it just be light? And when it is all light will be able to breathe? When God comes to self will we continue our lives as we've always wanted them to be? Will we tend to our fields and feed the cows? Will we raise our children and cheer with our folks at the pub?

  I understand these are too many questions to ask oneself. I understand I must be patient and never doubt the fate He has established for us all. But I cannot help myself from thinking. It sickens me, but I cannot help myself. When He comes, will He cure me? Or will He deem me impure, and make me one more in His carnage? Hell? Is it Hell? I feel deep in my gut a readiness to face His coming and the finality associated with it, I have prepared from the second I was read His gospel I have lived a life of loving God and praying but in my heart and mind I beg, Mercy, I want you, Mercy, save me!

  He will... come! He will come!

  What remains of the transcript is unintelligible.