rr.armageddonthemusical-第52章
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'Thank you。 And it's all here。' A large black Bible had appeared miraculously （well； how else？） in her hands。 'Nearly all。 There is an essential point about this book which mankind has never e to realize。 This isn't a record of events which occurred。 This is a record of events which were scheduled to occur。 In short this a script。 The Big Script。 Isn't it； Fergus？'
Fergus Shaman hung his head。 'Some say。 The backers。。。'
'Backer。 There is only one。 On Earth here； Dad sold the thing originally to the Jews； through Moses。 One of your first 〃script advisers〃； Fergus。 The Jews were well chuffed。 They were to be the Chosen People； blessed of God。 Nice work if you can get it。 And so they went along whole…heartedly。 But of course what they didn't know at the time was that it was a two…book deal。 And that the sequel had already been written。 Bible Two。 The New Testament。 Dead peeved were the Jews when they discovered the consequences of killing my brother。 They've been getting it in the neck ever since。 Simply victims of circumstance。 Just like me。'
'Just like you？' Dan flinched in advance。 'You're not in the New Testament。 Never were。'
'Oh； yes I was。 When mother Mary gave birth it was to twins。 But the small print in my brother's contract gave him overall artistic control。 He only got his part through nepotism。 The New Testament was nothing more than a vehicle for his stardom。'
'Scandalous；' said Rex。
'So I got written out；' Christeen continued。 'A victim of male chauvinistic editing。'
Dan was climbing warily to his feet； the muzzles of deadly weapons upon him。 'So then；' said he。 'If any of this is true； how e you are here now？ You're not in Revelation。'
'Am too。 Chapter twelve； verse one；'
'Bah humbug。 You can read anything you want into Revelation。 John was stoned out of his mind when he wrote it。'
'Well； you would say that； wouldn't you。'
Dan made a grumpy face。 'And so where does he…' the gesture was aimed at Fergus '…and his backer e into all this？'
'Father's little helpers；' said Christeen scornfully。 'Dad； as my brother might tell you； has a very large ego and an extremely perverse sense of humour。 He thrives on flattery； worship and applause。 He created man in his own image。 So he's only human after all。 Dad created another planet called Phnaargos and a race； the Phnaargs； whose job it was to stage…manage the whole show。 They were to see that the controlling idea of the plot remained intact。 And so they did； for a while； until it was time to close the show down。 Armageddon was scheduled to take place in the year 1000 AD。 You see it is Dad's policy never to get personally involved in anything。 He just starts the ball rolling； sits back and watches。 But back in 999 someone tipped the Phnaargs off that this was the case。 Didn't they； Dan？'
Dan made a ferocious face。 'And what if they did？ You admit that you've got nothing out of it； and you are his only daughter。 I have a major role； and I don't intend to be written out。'
'Hubba hubba；' said Elvis； 'he's going to spill the beans。'
'Oh yes？' said Rex。
'Yeah；' snarled Dan。 He was standing and he was mean。 'Major role。 I was there back in the Garden of Eden tempting that silly woman without the navel。 I had all the best parts back then； Tower of Babel； Sodom and Gomorrah。 I was really rolling。 Then along es her brother with volume two and it's get thee behind me Satan and sorry Mr Beelzebub； you get the chop in the last chapter。 Do I shit； says I。 Because there ain't going to be no final chapter。 This series is going to run and run； because your dad ain't going to step in and stop it。'
'Does this mean the wedding's off？' Gloria asked。
'Sure I tipped off the Phnaargs；' Dan went on； ignoring his opportunity of the honeymoon of a lifetime。 'Slipped them a few home truths。 They weren't too keen to kill off their golden goose。 Especially when they'd seen my new script。 Give 'em what they want； I said； plenty of sex and violence。 And for the last thousand years this world had been running on my script。 Anyone with any intelligence at all could see that。 And I got all the best parts； Attila the Hun； this king； that emperor； the other dictator； wherever the power was； I was it。 Century after century and nobody knew。 Why； only fifty years ago I was…'
'President Wormwood；' said Christeen。
Dan stroked his chin。 'Yeah；' said he。 'The Nuclear Holocaust Event seemed like a good idea at the time。'
Rex was speechless。 There are disclosures and there are disclosures； but this。。。
Elvis wasn't speechless。 'Let me put a bullet through this motherfu。。。'
'Don't even think about it。' Dan was once more behind his desk。
'How does he do that？' Fergus asked。
'Don't anybody move；' crowed Dan。 'Or I press this button。'
'Oh dear；' sighed Christeen。 'Or I press this button。 What a cliché。'
'Be that as it may； once pressed not even you can halt the consequence。'
'I'm trying to guess this one；' said Rex。 'But I can't。'
'It controls the artificial cloud…cover。 I need but to press the button to increase the density and bring the whole lot down。 It will suffocate everyone on Earth。 No…one will survive。'
'No shit？' Elvis was impressed。
'You fiend；' cried Ms Vrillium。 And quite rightly so。
'And then what？' Christeen stepped before him。 'Lord of a barren planet？ No…one to rule？ No…one to worship you？'
'It's a demonic stratagem；' Dan argued。 'I never said it was perfect。'
'Holy cow；' whistled Elvis。 'Look at these dudes。'
Fergus Shaman had been nothing if not correct regarding Mungo's inpetence。 For Mungo； who had been fuming away that between them Dan and Christeen had now given the whole game away； had quite forgotten that whatever he was watching the entire viewing populations of two worlds were also watching。 So when the terrible realization finally dawned； minutes before； he had given the all…systems…go to the final Armageddon wipe…out。
Down from the skies of Earth came Michael and all the saints。 Flaming swords； wild…eyed war…horses； thunder and lightning and the whole damn shooting gallery。
'Boo boo；' went the bunker…bound； kicking their terminals。 Their one…time messiah was up in the Nemesis building planning to snuff them all out。 They didn't want to see all this rubbish。 'Boo boo；' they went。 'Bring back Christeen。'
Jam； jam； jam； went the newly…staffed switchboard at Earthers Inc。
'The show must go on。' Mungo rammed buttons willy nilly。 Stock footage jumped through the system。 Michael and all the saints were met head on by the Charge of the Light Brigade （the 1930s black and white version）。 General Custer aimed his six…shooter at the wildly circling Indians。 Zulus bore down upon Rorke's Drift and chariots raced about the Circus Maximus。
'Morgawr！' screamed the apoplectic Mungo。 'Stop him someone。 Don't let him jump。'
Down through the chaos of holographic projection； through the Zulus and the seventh cavalry and the Great White shark； which was circling a sinking lilo； shone a beam of golden light。 The Heavens opened； and upon high angelic hosts made with the harp strumming and the songs of praise。
And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps。
Revelation 14：2 （look it up if you don't believe me）
Upon a throne of beryl surrounded by beasts of mythical origin； but undoubted authenticity； a shining figure descended。 Mungo smiled approvingly。 'There；' said he。 'That is a lot better。 That really looks the business； Morgawr。'
Jason Morgawr； now under heavy restraint； gazed into the hologram。 A foolish titter of laughter escaped through his lips。 'That's not me；' he whimpered。 'Not me。'
'Enough of this nonsense；' cried Dan。 'Everybody gets theirs。 Everybody。' He thrust his fist down upon the blood…red button。 Amidst the swirling confusion there was a terrible hush。 Pope Joan and the minions of the late L。 Ron looked on。 They had long ago run out of weaponry and had given it all up； anyway； to watch the show。 In the Dalai's apartment the players became a frozen tableau： Dan； grinning like the very Devil he was； Christeen； her hands locked in prayer； Fergus forting Gloria somewhat more than was
