An idea I had a long time ago. My first Short Story EVER! And fairly long...
"I walk among you. The righteous should not fear me. The wicked must."
I placed my coffee next to a large envelope on the desk, smiling, and turned to address the speaker. I was mildly surprised that any other engineers
had shown up to the office so early on a Sunday.
"I didn't even hear you come in." My voice faded into the soft ambient hum of the office machines. From my desk to the door and wall to wall, the
large cubicled room stood silent and vacant of life, save myself. "What the..."
"I'm not there in the room, with you." The voice, soft and commanding, seemed to have no point of origin. I felt a small pang of adrenaline
coupled with nervous tension in my stomach. "I am not in your vehicle, or on your radio. My voice is coming from within you." With narrowed eyes,
I began scanned the room intensely, searching for any sign of a prank. "For many of you, this is the first time you've had the pleasure of hearing
anything at all. I mourn for the lost years you have bourne. To have never heard the complexities of Rachmaninov, the pure laughter of a child, or
the sound of a breeze through the fields. You are no longer deaf. The blind can now see. The sick are made well, and the cripple made whole.
Just as I was about to call out for the culprit to reveal himself, the ailments of life vanished. Sinus pressure regulated, the small tension
headache that had been developing simply vanished. The unknown pain in my right knee disappeared. I stood in shock for a moment, realizing that a
miracle had just occurred. Knowing, without doubt, that the stress of life, and the results of that life, had just disappeared. In wonder, I
realized just how much I'd grown accustomed to the wear of the years. I felt emotion begin to churn inside me. What was this?
"I am not God," the voice continued. I sat in my chair, overcome with the awesome revelation that I was the recipient of a miracle. I closed my
eyes to take in the voice. "I am but a man, tired of the petty squabbles of our race. The decision to do what I have done was not an easy one. The
gift of health and longevity are yours. But there is a price to be paid for it." A tone of warning reverberated through the lilting voice and sent
a shock of electric fear up my spine. "While I am not God, I have given myself the power to judge and sentance Mankind itself. Within each of you
is a mutation in your genetic structure. All life on this planet has been modified. This process took the course of years to fulfill, but it is
complete. The design was simple in the extreme and the virus that changed you was harmless, undetectable, and readily transmitted through the
atmosphere. The purpose was simple: To repair a human through the basest of means, by rewriting our DNA to force the body to rejuvenate and repair
itself, to activate certain switches which would allow the body to regrow teeth, eyes, arms, legs, anything which life has deprived you of. Even now,
lost limbs are regrowing in amputees. I have taken the liberty of blocking the pain of the process to make this as easy as possible."
I was braced for what came next, but it still hammered into me like a blow to the gut. Nothing in this world comes without a price. "I can give you
perfect health, but can end your life in the span of a moment. The mutation in your genetic structure also gives me the ability to play God. I have
a small electronic device of my own design, which allows me to vaporize any organic material on the planet at will. Simply stated, it disolves the
link that holds hydrogen, carbon, and oxygen together. Unfortunately, a demonstration is needed to prove this ability. I apologize to all of
Hell itself was then unleashed inside my body. Every nerve ending flared with raw pain. Such was the force of convulsion, my spasming muscles
snapped rigid, foring my body to arc against the chair. When I hit the the floor after clearing the five foot cubicle wall before me, I saw smoke, or
fine dust rush away from me in a cloud. The pain was maddening.
I sank to the mat carpeting as the pain vanished. I could FEEL my body repairing itself.
"No further proof is needed. Again, I apologize to my race." My heart hammered in my chest. This couldn't be happening! "What you just felt
was the exposure of your nerves to air as the skin on your body decomposed. This was only a minor display. There is no immunity. I experienced
exactly what you did. No one man should have this power, and so I have chosen fifty men and women around the globe to hold hands as we wade forth
into a new world, to share this responsiblity with. You do not know who these people are, and they are forbidden to reveal themselves. These people
were chosen with great care. They do not know who they are, yet, and they have no way to identify each other. Only I will ever know them." My mind
spun with the possiblities. A small army of unidenfied individuals associated with this Voice would be able to end life at will, inflict pain and
suffering on a level beyond imagining.
"I lead the new world. My laws are simple. If you deliver death, it will be delivered to you. War, as you know it, ends now. Murder ends now.
Any military on the planet which fires a single shot from this point forward will be destroyed. I, and those under my command, cannot be perfect. We
will perform acts of God, but we are not Him. Mistakes will be made, but I know that this is necessary. Crimes will be tried in a court system of my
choosing. Those found guilty of the act of murder will be summarily executed. Any person found guilty of rape will lose all Human Rights and become
property of their victim. All theft will indebt the theif into the service of the one robbed." I was in a daze as this information sank in. These
were not the demands of a would-be tyrant. The Voice warned that it would not identifiy it's owner. There was no desire for fame and the power that
most people desired resided, in it's entirety, with a single man.
"Each of my chosen will have absolute dominion over their respective province. They will be able to communicate with you in the exact same manner I
am communicating with you now. I will communicate with them in this manner to answer any questions they may have. They will modify or instute
whatever legal system they see fit, provided it meets my approval. If this person betrays the people, I will eliminate them and chose another to take
"While I can change genetics, I cannot change human nature. I know that there are those who are born to violence, those who cannot and will not put
away their desire for battle and glory. If you are such a person, you have a single opportunity to venture forth. You will be given dominion of a
single location and encouraged to utilize your ingenuity and abilities. You will be sterilized or made barren. Your lives can be viewed by all who
chose to view, but you will never return to the general populace. You will live apart with no Chosen to supervise you. This will be the only
exception to the Law of Death." My mind reeled at this. The implications were staggering. This Voice had just given the human race the opportunity
to excise the violent caste... peacefully.