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Father Chaunk remained impassive. This madman was no different from the rest. Oh they all raved about something different, and to be sure, they did it differently too. But the good book says "There's nothing new under the sun" and so far that was proving true, even under this alien glow.
"This machine is nothing but an abomination! The changes it makes are nothing short of an abomination. I demand you destroy these things immediatly " - he'd started to froth a little now - " and stop playing God. These things " - the venom in the word was as clear as crystal - " are leading us down a dangerous slope, one which you will not be able to resist easily. Repent, for the end is nigh."
A silence filled the room. The mad man had stopped at last. Father Chaunk sighed inwardly. Although he knew this sort of thing would happen, he'd somewhat hoped that it wouldn't happen yet. Of course there were fringe groups in every religion, but it did seem as if the unity had packed only the most extreme fundamentalists into his escape pod.
He put on his game face; a small smile spread from the corner of his mouth, just so, and his hands spead outwards in a well practiced way.
"Reverend. You of all people know that all good things come from God above. He has given us this mighty gift, enabling us to reform Eden itself here. We need not fear these new terraformers. Yes they are powerful " - as he said this, his arm made a sweeping motion, dismissing the overtones the reverend had made - " but they are only a tool. A tool to be used, but carefully less some try to abuse it."
"Simon, please show the Reverend out."
Chaunk knew this was just the begining. As every new piece of technology was put in place, more luddites would complain, and more feircely each time. There must be some way of pacifying them he mused; but even now he'd moved on. Running three, soon to be four colonies took a lot of time and effort. Reports had to be signed, and now his newest toy, the terraformer, had to be instructed too. Today would be another long day, but not without it's rewards. His God would see to that.
He sighed and picked up the nearest data pad, signed it without reading it fully, and placed it in the done pile. In a few hours there'd be another mad reverend. Something had to be done, and soon, before he collapsed under the pressure like many church leaders in the past. Fortunatly, he had a plan. It might take a while, but it would work, and quickly.
He let the happy thought fill his mind. Soon it'd be easier.
"This machine is nothing but an abomination! The changes it makes are nothing short of an abomination. I demand you destroy these things immediatly " - he'd started to froth a little now - " and stop playing God. These things " - the venom in the word was as clear as crystal - " are leading us down a dangerous slope, one which you will not be able to resist easily. Repent, for the end is nigh."
A silence filled the room. The mad man had stopped at last. Father Chaunk sighed inwardly. Although he knew this sort of thing would happen, he'd somewhat hoped that it wouldn't happen yet. Of course there were fringe groups in every religion, but it did seem as if the unity had packed only the most extreme fundamentalists into his escape pod.
He put on his game face; a small smile spread from the corner of his mouth, just so, and his hands spead outwards in a well practiced way.
"Reverend. You of all people know that all good things come from God above. He has given us this mighty gift, enabling us to reform Eden itself here. We need not fear these new terraformers. Yes they are powerful " - as he said this, his arm made a sweeping motion, dismissing the overtones the reverend had made - " but they are only a tool. A tool to be used, but carefully less some try to abuse it."
"Simon, please show the Reverend out."
Chaunk knew this was just the begining. As every new piece of technology was put in place, more luddites would complain, and more feircely each time. There must be some way of pacifying them he mused; but even now he'd moved on. Running three, soon to be four colonies took a lot of time and effort. Reports had to be signed, and now his newest toy, the terraformer, had to be instructed too. Today would be another long day, but not without it's rewards. His God would see to that.
He sighed and picked up the nearest data pad, signed it without reading it fully, and placed it in the done pile. In a few hours there'd be another mad reverend. Something had to be done, and soon, before he collapsed under the pressure like many church leaders in the past. Fortunatly, he had a plan. It might take a while, but it would work, and quickly.
He let the happy thought fill his mind. Soon it'd be easier.
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