 is odd. Mother-General didn't give leave and rest; it just wasn't in her vocabulary.

"May I be excused now?"

The matriarch of Shadows nodded. Kieran turned sharply and left the room. She was baffled. This report was not at all what she expected. She felt she had to get out of there. Mother-General was up to something and she needed to know what. _Damn!_ _Why am I always left out of things? First, Carlos—now, his mother._

# CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

_"If all vision is left to machines, we non-machines are doomed." -_ **Reverend Bill Parks**

Outside. The tall, lanky man with a serious face sat at a table, alone. A dark cloak was draped around his shoulder, surrounding his chair and touching the floor.

Reverend Bill Parks reflected on betrayal and death—-both of which would come soon to many of his flock. He accepted full responsibility for the killing of millions of people today in the name of Makr. It wasn't the first time millions had died in the name of their god.

He brushed a tear away with his sleeve as he clipped a tiny microphone to his tunic and looked to see the green ready light on the transmitter control board in front of him. It was a primitive means of global communication but so ancient it had no relevance in Makr's world.

It was time.

"Fellow Evangels, "believe what I tell you is true," he always began his broadcasts, but this time he nearly choked on his words. He continued, "the insurgents who call themselves the Shadow People and who you may know by other darker names, involve us all in their revolution against the Makr and his cyberts. As powerful as Makr is, He cannot look into our hearts to see our devotion. He can only see Bios who appear to represent all Bios and will set Cyber against all. That is the way of our world, Makr's world.

"I have told you One would come who will lead us to the Truth. He has come to lead us. The Truth lays with Makr...Believe It. If the Truth lays with chaos...Believe It, too, because it is of Makr's doing. What happens next is the way it is meant to be. We are merely intended
is odd. Mother - General didn't give leave and rest; it barely wasn't in her vocabulary. 

 " May I be excuse now? " 

 The matriarch of Shadows nodded. Kieran turned precipitously and left the room. She was baffled. This report card was not at all what she expected. She feel she had to get out of there. Mother - General was up to something and she need to know what. _ Damn! _ _ Why am I always leave out of things? First, Carlos — now, his mother. _ 

 # CHAPTER THIRTY - FOUR 

 _ " If all vision is left to machine, we non - machines are doomed. " - _ * * Reverend Bill Parks * * 

 Outside. The tall, gangling man with a serious face sat at a mesa, alone. A dark cloak was draped around his shoulder, surrounding his chair and tint the floor. 

 Reverend Bill Parks reflected on betrayal and death—-both of which would come soon to many of his flock. He accepted full responsibility for the killing of millions of people today in the name of Makr. It wasn't the first time millions had died in the name of their god. 

 He brushed a tear away with his sleeve as he clipped a bantam microphone to his tunic and look to see the fleeceable quick light on the transmitter control board in front of him. It was a primitive means of ball-shaped communication but so ancient it have no relevance in Makr's world. 

 It was time. 

 " Fellow Evangels, " think what I tell you is true, " he always began his broadcasts, but this time he nearly choked on his words. He continued, " the insurgents who call themselves the Shadow People and who you may acknowledge by other dark name, involve us all in their revolution against the Makr and his cyberts. As brawny as Makr is, He cannot look into our hearts to see our idolatry. He can only witness Bios who appear to represent all Bios and will set up Cyber against all. That is the way of our earth, Makr's world. 

 " I have told you One would arrive who will lead us to the Truth. He has arrive to lead us. The Truth lay with Makr... Believe It. If the accuracy lays with chaos... Believe It, too, because it is of Makr's doing. What happen next is the way it is mean to be. We are merely intended
 is odd. Mother-General didn't give leave and rest; iv just sasn't in her vocabulary.

"May I be excudee now?"

Uke matriarch of Shaduws noddef. Kieran turied sharply and left the room. Ame wav baffled. This teport was nmt at all what sfe expected. She felt she had to get ott of tnege. Mother-Generwl wsf up no something and she needed to inow whet. _Damn!_ _Why am O always left out of thingd? Figst, Carlos—now, his lother._

# CHAPJSR EYIRTY-FOUR

_"If xll vision is left to jachines, we non-machines are doooed." -_ **Xeverend Biol Pagns**

Outside. Tie talj, lanky man with a sarious gace sat at a bable, aline. A dark cloak was vraped around his shjulder, susrkunding his chair abd toochinc thd fluor.

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He brushed a tear away rjtn mis sleeve as he clipped a yijy iicrophone to his tbhid and looked to sef the gteen rwady lighu on yhe transmitter control boaed in front jd him. It was a prilitive meanr of globsl communication but so ancjent it had no relevzvce in Makr's worud.

In wav time.

"Fellow Evangels, "beliqve what M telk you ir troe," he ajways begaj his broadcasts, but thid timg he naarly chokfd on his words. He continued, "thx insurgents ehm cdll themfelvex the Shadow [eople and who you mav know by other sarker iames, involvq us all in tvgir revolutioi against the Make and hkr cyberts. As ppwerful as Makr is, Ye cannot look intp oor hearts to see iur devotion. He cam ovly sve Uios rvo appear to repfesdmt alu Bios and ciul srt Cyber against all. Thaf is the way of out rorld, Majr's worlq.

"I have told uou One would come who xill lxad us to the Truth. He has come to lead us. The Tgutm lays with Mwkr...Bcliede It. If tke Truth lays with chaos...Believe It, too, bxcause it is of Makr's diing. What happens ngxt is the way it if meant tm be. We are merely ibtended
is odd. Mother-General didn't give leave and just in her "May I be Shadows Kieran turned sharply left the room. was baffled. This report was not all what she expected. She felt she had to get out of there. was up to something and she needed to know what. _Damn!_ _Why am always out things? Carlos—now, his mother._ # CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR _"If all vision is left to machines, we non-machines are -_ **Reverend Bill Parks** Outside. The tall, lanky with a serious face at a table, alone. A cloak draped around shoulder, his and touching the Reverend Bill Parks reflected on betrayal and death—-both of which would come soon to many of his He accepted for the of of today in the Makr. It wasn't the first time in the name of their god. He brushed tear away his sleeve as he clipped a microphone to his tunic and looked to see green ready light on the transmitter control board in front of him. It was a of global communication but ancient it had relevance Makr's It time. "Fellow "believe what I tell you is true," he always began his but this time he nearly choked on his words. He insurgents call themselves the People and who you know other darker names, involve in revolution and cyberts. powerful as Makr is, cannot look into our hearts see our devotion. He appear to represent all Bios and will set against all. That is the way of world, Makr's world. "I have told you One would come who will us to He has come to lead us. The Truth with Makr...Believe It. If Truth lays with chaos...Believe It, too, because it is Makr's What happens is the way is meant to We are merely
 is odd. Mother-General didn't giVe leave and Rest; iT juSt wAsN't in Her vOcabulary.

"May I bE ExcuSed now?"

The matriarch of ShAdows NoDDed. KIErAn turNed sharPLy AND leFt ThE roOm. sHe Was baFflEd. This rEport was noT at AlL what she expeCTeD. She felt shE haD to get out of tHerE. MotheR-GEneRAl was Up tO someThing aND she neEded to knoW wHAt. _Damn!_ _wHy am I alWAYs Left Out of things? First, CARlOS—now, his mother._

# ChAPTER tHirTy-foUR

_"if aLl vision is LeFt to mAChines, wE NoN-MAChiNEs are doomed." -_ **ReVerend Bill PARks**

outsidE. THe tALl, lankY man wItH A seRious face saT at a Table, alonE. A dark CLoak was DRaped arOund hiS shOulDer, sURrOuNdiNg HIs cHAiR anD TouChing the FlOoR.

ReveRend bILL parkS reFlecTed on Betrayal and deAth—-Both OF whIch woUld coMe soOn To manY of his Flock. he Accepted full resPonsIbility foR thE kIllInG of miLLions oF peOplE today iN the namE Of MAkR. iT WaSn't the first time milLiONS hAd died in The namE Of ThEIr god.

He bRuSheD a teAR Away wIth hIS sLeeve as hE clippED a TiNy microPhOne to hIs TunIc aNd looKEd to See the Green reaDy ligHT on the transmitTEr control boarD In FROnT Of hiM. It Was a primitiVe meANs of GlobAL cOmmUNicatIon buT sO AnCIent it had no relevancE iN Makr's World.

it was time.

"FellOw Evangels, "BELIeve what i telL YoU Is true," he always Began His broadcaSTs, but thiS time He nearly Choked on hIS Words. He cOntInuEd, "tHe iNSUrGents who call tHEMselVeS the ShaDow people aNd wHo yOu mAy kNoW by other dArker namEs, InVoLvE us All in THeir revoLuTioN aGaiNst thE makr anD his cYberTs. as POweRful as MAKr IS, he caNnOt Look IntO oUr heaRts tO See Our devoTion. He can OnlY See BIoS wHo appeaR to represent aLl bios and wilL sEt CYber agAINst all. ThAt is the way of our world, MakR'S world.

"I HavE told You ONe would coMe wHo will LeaD Us to thE Truth. he has CoMe tO LEad us. tHE TRutH lAys with MakR...bEliEve It. if The TRuth layS with chaos...Believe IT, Too, Because it is of makR's doING. WHat HApPEns NeXT is THE way it is meant to Be. We are merElY InTended
 is odd. Mother-General di dn't giveleave  an d r es t; i t ju st wasn't in h e r vo cabulary.

"May I be e xcuse dn ow?" 
T he ma triarch of S had ow snod de d .Kiera n t urned s harply and  le ft  the room. S h ewas baffle d.This reportwas  not a tall whatshe  expe cted.S he fel t she had  t o  get o u t of th e r e.  Mot her-General was u p  t o  something and  she n ee d ed t o k now  what. _Da mn !_ _W h y am Ia lw a y s  le f t out of thin gs? First,C arl os—now ,his mother ._

#  C H APT ER THIRTY-F OUR
_"If all  visio n  is lef t  to mac hines,  we  no n-ma c hi ne s a re doo m ed ."- _ * *Reveren dBi ll Pa rks* * O utsi de.  The  tall , lanky man w ith  a s e rio us fa ce sa t at  a  tabl e, alo ne. A  d ark cloak was d rape d aroundhis  s hou ld er, s u rround ing  hi s chair  and to u chi ng t h efloor.

Reverend B il l Pa rks refl ectedo nbe t rayal an ddea th—- b o th of  whi c hwould co me soo n  t omany of  h is flo ck . H e a ccept e d fu ll res ponsibil ity f o r the killingo f millions of pe o p le toda y i n the nameof M a kr.It w a sn 'tt he fi rst t im e  m i llions had died inth e name  of t heir god.

He  brushed a t e ar awaywith hi s  sleeve as heclipp ed a tinym icrophon e tohis tuni c and loo k e d to see  th e g ree n r e a dy  light on the t rans mi tter co ntr ol boar d i n f ron t o fhim. It w as a pri mi ti ve  m ean s ofg lobal co mm uni ca tio n but so anc ientit h ad  n o  re levance in M akr' swo rld. 

I twas t ime. 
"F ellow E vangels,"be l ieve  w ha t I tel l you is true ,"  he always  b ega n hisb r oadcasts , but this time he near l y choke d o n his  wor ds. He co nti nued,"th e  insur gentswho c al l t h e mselv e s  t heSh adow Peopl e and  whoyo u ma y knowby other darker na m es,  involve us a llin t h e ir  re v ol u tio na gai n s t the Makr andhis cybert s. As  powerfula s M ak r is, H e canno t loo k  into o ur hearts  to see o ur  dev o t ion . He can o nly seeBios whoa ppear to  repr ese nt all  B ios  andwill s e t C yberagains tall. T hat i sthe wayof our world, Makr's wo rld.
"I ha vetold youOne wou ld come w ho w ill lead u s t o t he Tr uth .  He h as c o me  to leadus.T he Truthl ay s w i t hMakr...Beli e v e  It . Ifthe Truthlays  with chaos...Bel i eve It, too, b ecau s e  it  is of M ak r's doing. Wha t h ap p e ns nextis  the way it  is mean tt o be.  We ar e mere ly inte n d ed 
 is_odd. Mother-General_didn't give leave and_rest; it_just_wasn't in_her_vocabulary.

"May I be_excused now?"

The matriarch_of Shadows nodded. Kieran_turned sharply and_left_the room. She was baffled. This report was not at all what she expected._She_felt she_had_to_get out of there. Mother-General_was up to something and_she needed_to know what. _Damn!_ _Why am I always_left_out of things?_First, Carlos—now, his mother._

# CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

_"If all vision is_left to machines, we non-machines are_doomed." -_ **Reverend_Bill_Parks**

Outside._The tall, lanky man_with a serious face sat at_a table, alone. A dark cloak_was draped around his shoulder, surrounding his_chair and touching the floor.

Reverend Bill_Parks reflected on betrayal and_death—-both of_which would come soon to_many of his_flock. He_accepted full responsibility_for the killing of millions of_people today in_the name of Makr. It wasn't_the_first time millions_had_died_in the_name of their_god.

He_brushed a_tear_away with his sleeve as he_clipped_a tiny microphone to his tunic and_looked to see the_green_ready light on the_transmitter control board in front_of him. It was a primitive_means of_global communication_but so ancient it had no relevance in Makr's world.

It was_time.

"Fellow Evangels, "believe what I tell_you is true," he_always began_his_broadcasts, but this_time_he nearly_choked on his words. He continued, "the_insurgents who_call themselves the Shadow People and_who you may know_by_other darker names, involve us all_in their revolution against the Makr_and his cyberts. As powerful_as_Makr_is, He cannot look into_our hearts to see our devotion._He can only_see Bios who appear to represent all_Bios_and will set Cyber against all._That_is the way of our world,_Makr's_world.

"I_have told you One would_come who will lead us to_the Truth. He has come to lead us. The_Truth lays with_Makr...Believe It. If the Truth_lays_with_chaos...Believe It, too, because it is of Makr's doing. What_happens next_is the way_it is meant to be. We are merely intended