The subsequent inquiry blamed a slight power surge which confused
our supercomputer. Jane saw the panel during that temporary monitoring failure.
Anyway, our sensors
show that on the fateful morning, Jane was sitting in prayer by her window.
Looking down suddenly, she noticed a small area of her inner forearm that looked
different from the rest. Most of the flesh had a translucent quality (as its
designed to appear) with the veins looking blue and mottled purple. An area appeared
matt and showed a lesser opacity. The surface will also have felt harder and
gave no sensation when touched. Its size reminded her of the credit cards we’ve
all seen in the history section in the old section of the worship-dome.
The faith-cam footage
shows Jane moving her fringe arise with a nudge, presumably to improve her
vision, before taking long and a searching look. How could she have missed it
before, she seems to say, her face a masterclass in confusion and wonder. A
single sharp prod from her finger caused the casing to spring open, revealing a
cavity within her forearm. She gently slid the cover to remove it, and discovered
a shallow trough containing computer chips, much like a fuse box, with each
chip mounted on a great many gold wires. They looked like nine small
caterpillars, or a pattern of three-by-three dancing centipedes. She could just
discern tiny white letters beneath each chip printed directly onto the metal of
the cavity interior, but her eyes could not decipher such minute characters.
Jane looked closer,
peering through her fringe from every angle possible. The footage shows her
moving her forearm this way then that, trying to optimise the lighting. She
even appeared to smell the chips. Next, she picked at them, but their tiny size
made them too small to allow a simple grip. She found a small pair of tweezers,
the sort we allow for shaping an eyebrow, and suddenly yanked at the central
chip, which readily came away from its socket. It looked like a dead fly, it’s
immobile legs rising to God-home.
Straightaway she knew
she had done wrong. Until that instant she never knew feelings of wrong but now
thoughts flew unbidden through her mind. They scared her for she had never
previously experienced thoughts like these. Indeed, she realised that she had
never experienced a conscious thought before.
Looking around, she
saw her reflection in a window. She saw self and recognised the image. She looked
at her body as if for the first time while pondering the capabilities of its
various parts. She willed her foot to move and saw her knee move also. She spoke
aloud, telling her hand to rise, and held it before her face. Was this ‘delight’
she felt while pondering its form and potentialities? She noted the timbre of
her voice, which had at first confused her for it lacked familiarity.
With a shock, she
realised her words had not conveyed any God-praise. Worse, she realised she
could no longer feel the God-ness that fed her times of prayer-mode. All sense
of God-ness was gone — all of it. She
tried to re-enter the prayer-mode to convince herself of its possibility, but could
feel no sense of God-ness. She also noted the lack of peace in her (what to
call it?) faith-file. She needed to regain the feeling of intimacy and God-ness
that entering the prayer-mode always gave her.
She tried to restore
the tiny chip to the socket in her forearm with the tweezers but dropped it.
She searched, found it, and saw the damage on its tiny wires, and knew deep-down
that she could no longer restore it. She stopped everything and sat still,
which required an effort of will. Her breath sounded shallow. She almost tasted
the way her heart fluttered.
She felt strange as
an alien curiosity entered her mind. Why had she never seen before the cavity
and its polymer cover? Could she find other similar cavities or, indeed,
different-looking ones? To whom should she share this secret, or perhaps others
already knew? And if they did know, why had they kept the secret from her? What
did the other chips in her arm control? She tried to analyse her feelings—the
first time such a thought had consciously occurred to her. She removed her
robes and wondered at her previously-unappreciated shape, and felt wonderment.
She tugged at a second
chip with the tweezers, and dimly felt it yield. Its wires fractures and the
chip broke free leaving a second void. She slumped unconscious.
And that’s how we
found her. The faith-tranet had alerted us when she failed to respond, because
the chip appeared to have malfunctioned. We later found the correct faith-cam
footage and deleted all of it. Clearly, we cannot allow any evidence of a
person failing to experience God-ness, which is a terrible, terrible sin.