The Voice of God (standard:science fiction, 998 words)
Author: pjlawton	Added: Apr 25 2003	Views/Reads: 3439/2329	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A traveler severely injured and alone hears a voice, a voice so wonderful that it can only be "the voice of God."

The Voice of God 

By 

P.J. Lawton 

God was talking to him. It had to be God; only God would have such a
warm comforting tone. Only God's voice could be so rich, so melodious. 
Yes, it was God all right; it had to be.  The first voice though, that 
wasn't God. It was too cold, mechanical and emotionless. No, that 
hadn't been God. 

He had been hearing the voices for almost two days now ever since he had
awakened. He didn't know where he was. He didn't even know who he was.  
All he knew was that he was injured very seriously. When he had 
awakened he had found him self half inside a smashed up machine out in 
the middle of some very inhospitable wilderness. He realized that he 
should know what this was all about but, hey, he just couldn't 
remember. 

He had awakened to the first voice, the cold voice. He didn't really
understand all of it, just bits and pieces. 

. . . ARGO-1 this is control, do you read. . . ARGO-1 we are barely
reading your signs. . .ARGO-1 if you read turn on your transponder. . . 
ARGO-1 this is control, do you read. . 

After awhile the voice stopped talking.  He wasn't sure how long, must
have been hours later when God started talking to him. He had managed 
somehow to pull his torn battered body out of the machine.  The super 
heated ground on which he was sitting almost brought a memory forward, 
but no it slipped away.  He almost didn't hear God's voice at first. 
When he did he realized it was the most beautiful thing he had ever 
heard. It was like magical floating music on the air. 

. . .ARGO-1 this is Matrix Mission Control. . . AGRO-1 we can barely
read your signal please turn on you transponder . . ARGO-1 I know from 
your vitals that you're badly injured but don't give up, we are going 
to help you. . . ARGO-1 we are moving out of range, hang in there my 
friend, I'll contact you in six hours, this is Mission Control, Out. . 
. 

That was the first time he had heard from God. God was calling for
someone or something called ARGO-1. I suppose that could be me, he 
thought.  He hadn't understood much of it but he did know that the 
voice would talk to him again in six hours. He moved to the little 
shade offered by the broken machine and settled in for his wait. God 
was going to help him; the amazing voice had said so. 

A muffled sound inside his head brought him around. 

. . .ARGO-1 this is Matrix Mission Control, do you read. . .  Look my
friend we are going to help you but you have to help us. . . AGRO-1, if 
you can hear me push the red button on your wrist gauntlet. . . 

He looked down at his wrist and found a wide metal gauntlet containing
several buttons and switches. God had said the red one right? Barely 
able to move he slipped his hand over and pushed the button and said 
“Okay God, now what?” 

. . . that's great ARGO-1. It appears that you com link is not
functioning but now I know that you can hear me. . . now listen up, 
here's what I want you to do. . . 

Several more times he attempted to answer God but it appeared that God
couldn't hear. At least he could still hear that smooth wonderful 
voice. Later the voice told him to push the green button to activate 
his transponder. He had no idea what a transponder was but he pushed 
the button anyway. 

Twice more God's voice left and then returned. Twice during the silence
he had been about to let go, let the darkness take him. Each time the 
beautiful words brought him back. However, he had been here for a long 
time now and knew he was getting weaker and weaker. He had to hold on. 
The miraculous voice had told him that the transponder would give them 


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