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Subject: {ASSM} In the matter of: Instrument of God, Ch 1
Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 22:10:03 -0400
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Responses and comments about this posting are encouraged.  

The following is the first draft of the first chapter of a book I'm writing 
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In the Matter of: 

Instrument of God
Paul Robinson


Chapter 1 
"I'm ...working on a use for child molesters ... I expect to have a lot of 
fun with ...them."

    He stood up and shook hands.  "Hi, I'm Supervisor 246.  I think they said 
you're new here, uh," he looked down at the code - 30047 NV Akers 780126 - 
and decided to go on a first name basis. "Akers, and you wanted to talk on a 
complicated subject."  He sat down.  Unnecessary, but a long force of habit.
    "Have you ever wondered where some of these myths come from?"
    "Like which ones?"
    "Well, I'm thinking of the concept of Hell, and damnation and so on.  
This place, for example.  Or what this place would have been if God was 
running it.  Well they say he is but you know what I mean."
    246 Smiled.  "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Probably some minister needed 
some way to keep the money rolling in, so he sold his services as 'fire 
insurance.'  Same reason a lot of people become Christians.  At least it was 
in my case.  Fat lot of good it did me."
    "Fire insurance?"
    "Yeah, you believe that Christ died for your sins, you become a Christian 
and thus you don't end up in the fires of hell."
    "Oh, I see.  But, anyway, I mean, I've never really understood the idea 
that if there was a God, that if someone was bad, he would make that person 
suffer forever, torture them for eternity, give them no chance to repair what 
had been done wrong if it was at all possible, and to top it off, punish them 
in such a way that it doesn't give anyone else a chance to learn from the 
poor bastard's misery.  It just seemed so... so... well if not cruel and 
heartless, at least terribly bad, some how.  Maybe as bad as whatever the 
person did; it would seem so... pointless, ahh, that's the word I'm thinking 
of, it seems like such a pointless exercise in futility."
    "Most people can't see the whole logic of the entire argument.  
Especially when it's a religious argument.  Most of those are ‘hands 
off'."
    "I think you're right."
    "I'll tell you something, Akers.  With most men who have a religious 
system of beliefs, and a woman that they loved very deeply, would do what Lot 
did and sacrifice her, first before his religion."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Lot was in the twin cities of Sodom and Gomorrah looking for an honest 
man, and he has a couple of VIPs from heaven with him, when the local 
no-longer-boys choir come by looking for some backdoor action, and want to 
try them out for size.  So Lot brings out his two beautiful, scared virgin 
daughters, and offers them for the crowd to violate six ways from Sunday if 
they'll leave go away and leave two VIPs alone.  You can read about it in the 
Bible in II Kings, chapter 2.
    "Well anyway, if you found a contradiction in most men's religious 
beliefs, and gave him the choice to accept that those beliefs were wrong, or 
let you use his beautiful wife as the vessel of your desires for acting out 
your choice of scenes from any ten porno flicks, he'd say, ‘here, take 
her and do with her as you will, just go away and leave my religion alone.'  
Most people won't look too closely at their religion for fear they will find 
out what's wrong with it."
    "Man, you're pretty good with this.  Let's say you're a minister..."
    "Actually, I once owned a religion.  Incorporated it and everything.  I 
appointed myself Demigod.  I think that's three steps above Pope.  But go on."
    "Well anyway, you're a minister, and you tell people that if they do 
wrong there is a hell in which they suffer forever, and I mean, forever, a 
billion, trillion years of suffering and torment for something they might do 
here and now during the lousy 70 or 80 years that they are on earth.  Now, 
there might be justification for some people to be tortured for that long, 
provided it was to teach someone else a lesson, you know, how Jacob Marley in 
A Christmas Carol comes back to tell Ebenezer Scrooge that he's got the same 
fate coming to him if he doesn't get his shit together?"
    "Gotcha."
    "In that sort of case, I can see where it makes sense.  He comes back to 
tell people what they're doing wrong.  But you can see where, ah, who wrote 
that book?"
    "Charles Dickens."
    "You can see where Dickens is subscribing to the same theory as 
Christianity is doing, if you make a mistake you suffer for it forever, and 
you can't ever do anything to fix it.  All Marley's ghost can do is warn of 
the consequences but he can't ever get himself out of the pickle he's in.  
And why is it that if he's able to warn Scrooge, wasn't he ever given any 
warning?"
    "Dramatic license.  The story really works quire well the way it's 
written.  Or maybe he was and the story doesn't tell it."
    "Maybe Chairman Mao, or what's-his-name, I think it was Pol Pot, who ran 
the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, or Stalin, or Hitler, or some of those guys in 
Africa who got together and murdered or had murdered millions of people, I 
can see where scumbags like them deserve to burn in hell forever.  And some 
of these really bad people, ones who hurt others, I can see where maybe that 
might be appropriate, but still, if all they do is rot in torture, and nobody 
knows about it, what is the point?"
    "Maybe there isn't any point."
    "But some minister is going to tell me that a guy who cheats on his wife, 
or embezzles a few thousand dollars, and doesn't get to God, or Jesus, or 
whatever it is, deserves as much endless torture and suffering, as some 
unforgivable bastard like one of them?"
    "On earth we put people in jail for life, without possibility of parole."
    "That's just to keep them away from everyone else, mostly because either 
they did something really bad that they can't come back to society and 
continue to practice their trade, and also because we don't know how to fix 
them so they don't.  I don't see the point of sentencing someone to 
‘eternity in torture, without possibility of parole'."
    "Maybe that's because they have to be kept out of the general population 
of souls and they don't know how to fix them."
    "Human beings know how to use certain drugs to cure many mental problems 
and fix people who would otherwise be a threat, and yet God can't fix bad 
people other than by tossing them into an endless incinerator?  
    "Again, maybe it's because they need to keep really bad people, like 
those who kill, out of heaven."
    "Wait a minute, I can run an abortion mill, stick a drill into a fetus 
then insert a vacuum and suck the brains out of babies that hadn't had the 
luck to be born..."
    "And maybe even a few that were born, but the parents don't want it, so 
you don't say anything, Dr. Akers, M.D., you just insert the needle full of 
formaldehyde into the skull, squeeze the trigger, pumping the poison through 
the spinal cord, where it reaches the cortex
and dissolves the brain into jelly.  The parallel to sex gets me excited just 
thinking about it.  So after you've raped the brain to death, you put the 
head in a vice and crush the skull, then dump the garbage in a trash bag.  
Neat, clean, send the ex-parents a bill and send in the next soon to be no 
longer a woman in trouble in so you can scrape and rip out her problem.  
Regular assembly line of death, and a nice profit.  I've heard even the Nazis 
at the death camps were slackers compared to a good abortuary running at full 
tilt."
    "You are sick. Supervisor 246, sick."
    "Hey, babe, I'm just admitting what's going on."
    "Well, anyway, I do that, day in, day out, at a couple hundred a pop, 
butcher 50,000 or 200,000 fetuses for profit, then decide I shouldn't do 
that, because I become a Christian, and I'm forgiven and one day when I'm 86 
I drop dead on a golf course, go to heaven and get to stay there in paradise 
forever, but a guy who steals a TV set to feed his heroin addiction and is 
shot by the cops, but dies before he gets the chance to discover Christ, he 
gets eternal torture.  I'm a welcome member of Heaven, he's an everlasting 
member of the damned."
    "Yeah.  Ain't that wonderful?"
    "Wonderful?"
    "Yeah. It's a really great way to run a universe.  The confessed go free 
and those who don't can't."
    "I think it's a fucking stupid way to run things."
    "Not only that, but you forgot what happens to the aborted fetuses and 
murdered babies.  If you take theology literally, the doctor who becomes a 
Christian, and any of the women who had their fetuses destroyed who do, get 
into heaven but because the fetuses were unable to confess their sins to 
Christ, they can't make it and they too, get to ride that highway to hell."
    "I would have thought that babies and children who don't know any better 
would go to heaven automatically."
    "A nice idea not supported by scripture.  It's from the ‘kinder, 
gentler' school of Christianity that also believe in what you do about the 
unfairness of eternal torture, so they solved the problem by saying that when 
people are really bad, they are destroyed.  But that's not a good solution, 
either."
    "Why not?  It sounds a whole lot more reasonable and kind than endless 
torture."
    "Yeah, but it loses the punishment hold then."
    "You've lost me somewhere."
    "Okay, let's go back to earth."
    "Nice place, wouldn't want to stay there, though."
    "Well, anyway, you're this really bad guy, oh something really, really, 
bad, let's say, hmm, tax collector."
    "Get serious."
    "You want it serious?  Okay, you're a professional kiddie raper.  
Specializing in really young girls.  The really precious ones that break your 
heart, you know, the adorable ones that are so cute."
    "Uh huh."
    "So you see this nice, juicy looking one, turns out she's a beautiful 
little 7-year old, she's so cute, so sweet and innocent.  So you get the 
mother out of the store on a pretext, say her car's been damaged, and maybe 
you knock her out.  Grab the 7-year old, whose name is Margaret, and drive 
off in her mother's car to yours which is two blocks away.  By now you've 
given Maggie something to knock her out.  So the police have no leads, you 
get away clean and they'll never find you. You take her our little girl home 
and tie her to the bed, spread eagled and naked.  Once Maggie wakes up, you 
get into bed..."
    "I really don't think I want to hear this."
    "Oh come on, you'll like the results."
    "I doubt it strongly."
    "So, anyway, beautiful little Margaret, 7 years old, is lying naked and 
spread eagled on the bed.  You tell her that in a moment she's going to feel 
something slide between her legs and it's going to hurt, a lot.  This will 
make her tense up, which is exactly what you want as it will make her vagina 
even tighter. You've got this really stiff hard on, so you get on top of her, 
aim yourself, then arch your back as high as you can, and give a mighty 
plunge, aiming straight for her twat.  In one second your dick hits the 
opening, slides into her, as you hear her scream in agonizing pain and 
perhaps arch her back as a result, but unfortunately for her she does it the 
wrong way which makes it even better for you, as your dick continues scraping 
against her extremely tight twat, hits the hymen, shatters it as she screams 
again, then your cock plunges into her tightness until you bottom out, giving 
her an agonizing bang on the cervix.  
    "Then you back up and start pounding on her for maybe a couple minutes, 
in her tight pussy which is now well lubricated.  With blood.  Hers.  Then 
you come, pouring the pork into her.  You've just had a whale of a good time 
while this kid is in really horrible pain and if Maggie will ever be normal 
again it's sweepstakes odds she can never have children.  That doesn't matter 
much as you wait until your dick is hungry again, but her twat is pretty much 
wasted now.  But she's got another opening."
    "Oh please."
    "All right, I'll skip the details.  Suffice to say you rip her a new one 
- literally - and you've finished with her after maybe a couple of hours.  So 
you put a block in her mouth so she can't bite down, then run your dick in 
until it hits the back of the throat and the gag reflex hits, and you ride 
that throat milker until you come and spurt it in her.  But you leave it in 
her throat as she chokes and gags until she passes out and dies, so the last 
thing she ever feels is your dick cutting off her airway.  You then dump the 
body in a lime pit and sell the pictures."
    "You sound like you've had considerable experience in this line of work."
    "Never.  The closest I ever did was sentence a woman to be raped, or 
rather, almost raped, as punishment for what she did, which was effectively 
rape of someone else.  You can read about it in the reports."
    "So, anyway, there's a point to the story about the child molester?"
    "Yeah.  You do this maybe 40, 50 times and you get caught.  You go to 
prison and you get the Jeffrey Dahmer welcoming treatment, and you're lying 
crumpled up on the floor of a prison shower with a shiv up your ass and your 
own blood coagulating on the floor.  I told you that you'd like the ending.  
The guy gets what he deserves, a nice messy death."
    "I don't think I like it much."
    "You'll like this even less.  If, before you died you learned about 
Christ and confessed your sins to him, and accept him as your savior, then 
you go to heaven anyway despite all that you did to those lovely little girls 
you brutalized to death.  If you didn't accept Christ..."
    "Well deserved eternal damnation?"
    Supervisor 246 smiled.  "No.  Nothing."
    "Huh."
    "Since you didn't get saved, you die, dead, your soul disintegrates and 
you never know anything.  You don't get punished at all.  And the 50 little 
girls you raped, sodomized and butchered don't get into heaven either because 
they didn't know Christ.  While it's an unsatisfactory solution, it gets rid 
of the problem of the concept of unlimited pointless torture.  But now you 
don't have anything after people die to threaten them with if they don't do 
right while on earth.  Someone once said that you had to have immortality in 
order to be able to have a reason for morality.  If this afterlife wasn't 
around, what reason is there to do anything nice and decent?
    "What you really should do in that case is have all the fun you can have, 
kill anyone that gets in your way, steal, plunder and pillage because it 
doesn't matter, whether you're good or bad, you still die dead and you never 
get any extra punishment for your crimes."
    "Something about this doesn't make any sense."
    "None of it does.  If there was a God it would be more sense to excise 
out the bad in someone who made a mistake, get rid of whatever was wrong, and 
then put the rest - who wasn't responsible for what the bad part made them do 
- back into productive society.  Either that, or find a use for them."
    "Find a use for child molesters?"
    "Yeah.  I'm actually working on a use for child molesters and rapists, if 
it works I expect to have a lot of fun with a few of them.  Maybe a lot of 
them if I'm right."
    "What, make them victims of what they did?"
    "No, worse."
    "I think maybe I don't want to know what's worse than being a victim of a 
child molester, just from the sickening example you gave, or what kind of 
punishment you could do that's worse than what they did.  And if you can, I'm 
kind of worried.  Of you."
    "Oh it's not that bad.  Just give them what they want.  And lots of it."
    "Giving a child molester lots of victims is punishment to the molester?"
    "Yeah.  If I'm right we're going to have unbelievable gratification at 
the expense of some of these bastards.  Let me say I'm going to really enjoy 
it when they get exactly what they want."
    "What, you plan to be the molester?"
    "No."
    "What."
    "I plan to be the victim."
    "And you think that is going to be a lot of fun?"
    "Let's just say that they are really going to be taken for a ride."

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