A Cosmic Nightmare: Fall from Grace (Part II)

Continued from A Cosmic Nightmare: The Angel (Part I)

The angel took a deep breath in the fresh air above the clouds and spread his wings in the golden sunshine somewhere above the war zone in Iraq. The beauty of the blue planet below him and the luxury to ignore the ugly details of human sufferings from so far above made everything look so beautiful and calm. To pass his time, he started counting all the holes in the ozone layer. Having done his internship with the Angel of Death, he could foresee a possible future of mankind where global warming will lead to the apocalypse before the actual event was scheduled to happen. He muttered, “That’s what you get when you don’t listen to your angels and give free will to man.”

He saw jetliners sailing through the air currents. Even so high up in the air, man had invented brilliant ways to create class boundaries: first class, business class, economy plus and economy. But then, even the heaven and the hell were supposed to have class differences. “Where will all the socialists go?” He wondered. He had briefly met the soul of that Marx guy a few days back. Poor thing was so upset at finding that he had a soul and that there was a God that he refused to enter either heaven or hell. The last plans were to send him back to earth in a new life where he would get a chance to cherish the blessings of capitalism and organized religion and stop being such an idealist.

Somewhere down below, the Pentagon was planning to test fire a brand new shining missile to test the anti-missile defense shield in the making. The generals gathered in a cold dark conference room, looking at the marvels of military technology. By the grace of God Almighty, dynamics of the market forces and generous flow of Saudi oil, the US economy could afford such defense luxuries. The terrorists from the outer space will never be able to get away with murder. Ancient microscopic life will be found on Mars, that planet will become habitable, and life of earth will perish without a trace.

The unsuspecting angel took a dive through the air, enjoying his time of leisure, as the button was pressed down below, and the missile blasted through the peaceful atmosphere, finding its way towards a dummy spy satellite. Neither the angel, nor the missile had any idea what would happen next. The ground control saw the missile getting disintegrated with a flash of light in mid air. The farmer in an Afghan village saw a shooting star in his evening sky and made a wish that the world will stop using his land as a playground of global powers. And the angel saw his wings burning in horror. The fabric of time and space was torn open, as the angel transformed back into light, the essence of his being. The global optical fiber connections whizzed him through the complex network routes, spitting him out in some genetic engineering lab somewhere in the military installments around central Washington State.

With static noise in his hearing and colors resembling rapidly changing fractal patterns in his vision, the angel had transformed into an intelligent life form, resembling inhabitants of the planet earth. Breathing hard, he looked at the complex machines around him in shock and disbelief. The green light in the lab above his head flickered as the cosmic dimensions started getting back to normal. “That was so not funny”, he looked up and screamed, and breaking the window, he jumped out into the darkness of the night and disappeared from the view of the surveillance cameras.

In primetime news, the newscaster casually mentioned something about a failed missile test. In other news, widespread momentary disturbances in global networks were experienced, and attributed to some unusual solar activity. The world moved on to another day in existence.