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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 342: The Angel Visits Memphis, But Not Graceland free porn video
Sunday, April 22, 2007 (Continued)
I discussed my plans with the parents, especially Mom and Dad because they'd be taking the calls.
Later that evening, I flew to Memphis, located a reporter typing up a story in his station's office. He was sitting within twenty four feet of the exterior wall, which made it even easier for me to type. During a pause in his typing, I machine-gunned, "Grab your phone, tape recorder and camera. Come to the roof for an interview you'll love." I repeated it five times, the sound alone guaranteeing to get his attention.
His eyes bugged wide, he looked around frantically, looked under his desk, looked at the screen again, then looked worried. He eventually summoned the courage to gather up the items and to take the stairs to the roof.
It took him a while to arrive, walking slowly and peering cautiously around every corner, but he finally spotted me and broke into a big smile. Even without his seeing my face, it's easy to recognize Archangel Michael.
He paused the smile long enough to ask, "Is this a prank?"
I lifted him a few feet in the air then put him down again. He seemed to find that quite convincing.
I told him, "I'm going to hold a small press conference and I want four reporters present; you and three others. I want you to call one of your coworkers, and two good reporters from other organizations. You won't tell them why, only that they should come to meet you outside your building's front door as fast as possible. Tell them to bring a tape recorder, and a cameraman if it won't delay them. Do not tell them anything about why, but do ask them for their ETAs. Can you do that?"
"Ahh yeah. But I can do everything they can."
"Are you really going to argue with me?"
"Ahh, no. I'll do what you want."
He pulled out his phone and started doing so. It took him a while to convince his competitors to come, but eventually there were three more reporters and two video cameramen gathered around the building's front door, and shortly after that, on its rooftop.
I told them to remove their cellphones and leave them on the roof, then I picked everyone up and we flew to a remote location. I didn't tell them why we were moving, but it was so that when I left after the interview, I'd have time to get well away before the military found out that I'd been in the area. I REALLY didn't want the military to get on my tail.
I started the interview by explaining that I'd come to Memphis in part to apologize to the Elvis fans for my comments about him. That resulted in several minutes of good sounding bullshit, the only intelligent question being, "Why don't you cure Elvis after you resurrect him, so he wouldn't need pills or eat so much?"
"Because of freewill. He chose to abuse his body and there are consequences of exercising freewill. In this case, one of the consequences is that he has invalidated himself as a candidate for resurrection."
"That's not fair! He didn't know that at the time."
"He took excessive food and drugs for years, so had plenty of time to see that he was killing himself."
Another reporter asked, "Many people think addictions are a disease?"
"If you're referring to my comment that the resurrectee will have his or her diseases healed, then I was referring to diseases which are caused by something which, if removed, makes the disease go away. If necessary, I will remove the resurrectee's viruses, or cancerous cells, or whatever the cause of his or her disease is. What could I remove from Elvis to cure him? I can't remove weak will. God grants freewill, and that includes weak will. Some species are stronger willed than others, and some individuals within each species are stronger than others - that's life. Even if we're so charitable as to say Elvis was only half to blame for his ongoing decisions to put things into his mouth, that still invalidates him as a resurrection candidate because there are millions of people who are entirely deserving of resurrection.
-- "It's time to change the subject, so I'm going to briefly mention your navy's renaming of CVN-77. I will be leaving Earth soon and probably won't be personally back for a few decades or centuries. Your navy's bosses would be foolish to think that God won't know if they renege on the renaming after I leave. It wants me to pass on a threat: If there's an attempt to subvert the intent of my order, then the ship will sink at sea. The ship won't be unlucky in any respect before then - knowing God, it'll be lucky - but if there's an effort to go against my wishes, then the crew would be well advised to leave their valuable items on shore when it next sails; and themselves too if they can arrange it."
I wasn't entirely bullshitting about its sinking, because if they did re-rename the ship, I truly would be tempted to covertly sink it. Doing so would remind people to take angels and God seriously and cautiously, making them more likely to leave me alone. The bit I'd said about luck was because of a comment I'd read about the Norfolk Naval Yards, that "It has no Pier 13 because that would be bad luck." I remembered hearing somewhere that sailors are superstitious and I didn't want the USS Homer Simpson to have trouble finding crew because I - as Archangel Michael - could be blamed for that, besmirching my good name and perhaps reducing my - as Mark Anderson - safety. I'd attempted to cancel out that worry, but without overselling the good luck aspect because I had no control over that.
(If I had been in charge of the US Navy, I would have named the piers: "13A", "13B", "13C", ... up to "13L" and then "Double 13". Anything to discourage superstitious people from working on ships with state of the art weapons systems and nuclear reactors.)
The reporters had several questions ("Where are you going?", "What will you be doing?", etc.) I refused to answer, saying, "Humanity isn't ready for that knowledge yet." During those questions, my radio blob saw the sudden glow of what was obviously a cellphone transmitting in one of the cameramen's pockets.
(When a caller calls your cellphone, the carrier company needs to find your phone to make the connection. One very inefficient way for the carrier to find your phone would be to start electronically searching for it at the North Pole and slowly working south through every cellphone tower in the world until it was able to make contact with your phone. Eventually, many thousands of attempts later, they'd find your phone. A better way would be to start with the last cell tower your phone used and search outward in spiral from there. That can still take too long a time because people get on jet aircraft and fly thousands of miles. So most cellphones "check in" periodically, just by making a brief connection to a cellphone tower in their area. The phones don't ring or anything else their owner would notice; it's a silent and invisible process, unless you happen to have a radio blob operating. I'd seen hundreds of examples of this happening already, and knew exactly what it was.)
I did answer some follow-up questions about the USS Homer Simpson, during which I used a sight blob to carefully search everyone for more phones, finding none. I made a mental note not to take media people's words in the future. When the current thread of questions finished, I said, "Remember before we left town, I told you to leave all your cellphones behind?"
None of them had wanted to leave their phones, so they certainly remembered, including the guy whose proximity sense was suddenly showing worry. I'd seen him leave a phone behind, so he must've had two.
I picked up the cameraman and his reporter partner by their ankles, dangling them upside-down and moving them a few feet back so the others could see them clearly. The others were very worried themselves now, so ignoring the first pair's screams and yells (from the reporter and cameraman respectively), I quickly turned the cameraman around so his cellphone-carrying pocket was closest to us, then I ripped it open, pulling out the cellphone.
I explained, "I insisted that every cellphone be left behind. This man put one down but retained another one. None of you have anything to worry about; only these two. The reporter because she chose to invite this cameraman, and the cameraman because he deliberately disobeyed me..."
"I forgot I had it," yelled the cameraman; lying, because proximity had shown his worry earlier.
"Has it occurred to you that angels can tell when humans lie? Tell me another lie and I'll break your legs."
He shut up, which gave the reporter the opening to start her own begging, "I didn't know!" she protested. "It was nothing to do with me!"
"Which is why I'm not going to punish you nearly as badly as I'm going to punish him, both for his disobeying my order and for lying to me."
I started ripping the cameraman's clothes off, shredding them as I went. I even shredded his shoes. I kind of had to, to show that I was an equal opportunity angel. According to my act, I wasn't human, and although I hadn't explicitly stated it, I was supposed to have no sex of my own, so I shouldn't only strip females. I let the reporter maintain her decency - she was holding her skirt 'up' as far as she could reach - while I stripped the cameraman totally naked, including removing his watch and ring.
When he was naked, I positioned his cellphone where he could see it and then crushed it flat. Then I did the same to his camera, making sure that the tape in it was pulled out and shredded into uselessness. I also crushed the other items of equipment he had, spare batteries and tapes mostly. I crushed his watch (six tons of pressure on a narrow point; it didn't have a chance). I took his ring in two pairs of fingertips and rotated them in opposite directions so it twisted and tore.
He complained, "That was my wedding ring!"
"You can tell your wife you lost it because you were repeatedly dishonest to an angel. She probably already knows how stupid you are."
I flew the two pieces of his ring in opposite directions, letting the pieces fall when the fingertips self-canceled. I flew his wallet to me, saying, "I'll drop this in the lap of a homeless person in some other city. I'm sure it'll be appreciated."
I moved the reporter and cameramen a hundred feet away and faced them away from us, then invited the surviving reporters, "Next question please."
"Why did you punish Stephanie?"
I knew that was the reporter's name as I'd heard the conversation when she'd been invited to meet my first contact outside his building. I answered, "Like I said before, she invited him to come tonight, so she's partially responsible. Plus, I want their employer to miss out on this interview because they employ people dishonest enough to lie to an angel. Or am I misinterpreting your question? Maybe you're suggesting that I should strip Stephanie naked too?"
That idea appealed to all the guys, but they decided to deny it. They even laughed to prove they treated it as a joke. I let them get away with their lies.
I'll omit most of the rest of the interview, quoting only the important part of it: One of the reporters finally got around to asking the question I was waiting for, "The Andersons - Mark Anderson's parents, the boy that the CIA experimented on - they wondered whether his body would've let our doctors find out how to cure every disease?"
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