{"sf1_id":667145,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Oh God, Where Art Thou?","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":5298,"posted_at":"2014-02-13T19:19:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bondage","Bovine","Chains","Equine","M/F","Oral","Rape","Steam Punk","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/667145-oh-god-where-art-thou","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/667145","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=667145\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#6 of Tales from The Hub\n\nVeracity's at it again.","content":"                Something\nabout this voice was making me nervous. He was telling us what to do with\ncertain machines, which I mostly had Bolshoi take care of. He was the inventor\nand mechanic. I had to authorize him through the machine. It had finished doing\nwhatever it did with its scan and was spitting out info. I yelled at it. \"Shut\nup! I don't care. Just give him access!\"                \"Access confirmed. Name?\"                \"Bolshoi\nWay.\"                \"Confirmed.\nDesignate Bolshoi Way has full access to all files and protocols.\"                From\nthere on out, I let him deal with this growing fiasco. I didn't believe in God,\nbut my disbelief was growing thin. Whatever, or whoever this was on the other\nend of the communicator was horridly intelligent. After a while he spoke\ndirectly to me. \"Veracity Harms. Why was communication terminated?\"                Like I\nknew the answer to that! \"You're asking me after it's been shut down for\ncenturies before I was born?\"                \"Good\npoint. Please wait while I attempt to access the central registry.\" The voice\nwent silent. It took a good ten minutes before the voice returned. \"At least\nthe central registry computer is still functioning with a valid uplink. You are\nVeracity Harms, son of Gregor and Lacuna Harms. Your father's father was\nHamilton, his father was Mycroft, son of Roland, son of Marcus, son of Man o'War\nthe first Prime. Very curious. I didn't think adjusting that gene would have\ncreated such longevity. Your friend here is a little more curious. I have no\nBolshoi Way listed in the registry. What I do have is Veronica Way, daughter of\nRodin and Mashina Way. The scanner shows a match to female chromosomes.\"                It\ndidn't dawn fully on me what it was saying. People lied all the time. But\nfemale? I was feeling pretty overwhelmed at the moment, so I said nothing.\nDealing with my partner could wait.  I\ndid however stare down hard at him...her. He or she knew exactly what I meant.\nHis answer in response to my look was a shrug and a weak smile.                 \"Fine,\nfemale. Whatever. I'm more interested in knowing about you right now.\" It was a\nballsy thing to say.                The\nvoice laughed. \"I suppose you would be interested. I have been trying to access\nthe central library network. It seems to be offline. Do you have an explanation\nfor that?\"                \"We\nhave no library. Legend says the Brotherhood wiped it out centuries ago.\"                The\nvoice hesitated again. \"Brotherhood? I don't like the sounds of that. I knew I\nshould have deleted the religion files from the databank.\" The voice went\nsilent a moment. \"Alright. It seems that while you didn't self destruct, my\nexperiment went awry at some point. I cannot come to you. I can only guide you.\nThe first thing you need to do is to find if the library system is still\nintact. While I doubt this is so, it seems to me that it will benefit you to\nfind out. If you find it, you then need to find the computer mainframe. It has\nan automatic information collection system. If you can link it up to this\nterminal, then I will be of greater use to you.\"                I was\nfeeling a little better. The last thing I wanted was bringing down some great\npower on our heads. \"How are we supposed to find something that may not be in\nexistence anymore?\"                A large\nflat panel on the wall lit up. It was a vid-screen. I had one upstairs, but it\nhad neither the clarity nor the size of this one. On it was a map of The Hub,\nonly very much outdated. A red dot appeared. \"This is the location of the\nlibrary. Is there anything occupying that position now?\"                My\nheart dropped. My hunger faded as my stomach went sick. \"Hell yes there is.\nThat's the headquarters of the Brotherhood.\"                The\nvoice assessed that information. \"It makes sense. Control the facts and you\ncontrol the truth. Take away a person's ability to judge for themselves and you\nhave control over them. I had expected better of my creations.\"                I was\ngetting a little pissed at all this talk. \"Creations? What do you want us to\ndo, bow down to our great and holy father?\" Bolshoi just about shit himself.                \"Oh\nlordy no! That was never my intention. If it were, I would never have left. As\nit was, I set things in motion and I was of the opinion that all was in order.\nWhen communications ceased, I assume the caldera blew prematurely. But whether\nyou like it or not, you got your start because of me. You were my Great\nExperiment. I built the start of your city with the help of your ancestors. I\nhad such high hopes for it.\"                Bolshoi\nwhistled. \"That makes sense. Grecksparity!\"                I\nstared at him. \"What?\"                The\nvoice chuckled. \"Yes The Great Experimental City. Everyone at the time\nshortened it to Grecksparity. Of course, I preferred to call it The Hub. It was\nmy plan to have to grow outside of the boundaries of the basin in which it was\ncreated. I thought that maybe it would populate the rest of the planet. Did\nit?\"                \"Uh,\nno. I don't have numbers for you, but if would seem that the farthest\ncivilization has gotten is about 700 kilometers from the city center.\"                The\nvoice sounded perturbed. \"Religion, as always, interferes with growth. I can do\nvery little from here except to guide you. I would suggest that you will need to\nsee if the computer system in the library is still functional. I will pull up\nthe schematics and give you the backdoor so that you can access the system's\nsoftware.\"                I\npushed Bolshoi forward. \"This would be your area, not mine. I have no idea what\nthis thing is saying half the time. Besides, my hands are way too big to be\nhandling delicate stuff. You know how I am with delicate stuff.\" I kept my tone\nflat, but she got the sexual undercurrent. The voice directed my apparently\nfemale partner to another machine. She sat down in a chair and leaned back,\nresting the back of her head into a depression. It lit up like the devils'\nghost, bathing her head in a hellish red light. When she stood up, she tottered\na bit. Then she looked at me.                \"This\nis incredible! I can see the entire original layout of the Brotherhood's\nheadquarters, including access through the sewers. That is assuming that they\nhaven't blocked every one of them off.\" Apparently this machine could link with\nyour brain and download information into it? I might have a use for something like\nthat.                I\nflexed my muscles. \"Where there's a will, there's a way.\"                I had\nto admit, until now I had no reason to go snooping around the Brotherhood's\nneighborhood. I wasn't scared of them, just smart. A person didn't go inviting\ntrouble where no trouble was wanted. Until now, they had been safe from me.\nNow, maybe not so much. The Brotherhood had old sayings, what they called\ntruths. Some were better than others. I remember one; Give a man a fish and\nyou'll feed him for a day, give a man a poisoned fish and you'll feed him for a\nlifetime. It suited my sense of humor, but I knew for a fact that it wasn't the\nway it was supposed to go. I guess my point was, I was going to be that\npoisoned fish. It was time to kill off the Brotherhood.                We\nwalked back to the housing section of the warehouse. I was starving, both for\nfood as well as answers. Female! I'd like to know how I missed that glaring\nfact. I can smell pussy from fifty paces. But food first. Bolshoi must have\nknown he...dammit!, she was on thin ice. \"I'll fix the meal. How about steak?\" She\nasked it rather querulously. I think she was mad that her disguise was gone.                 \"Sure.\"                \"How do\nyou want it cooked?\"                I was\nhungry. \"Just walk it past the grill on the way to the table!\"                She\nshot me a dirty look. \"I'm being serious. I know you're pissed off, but it\nworks both ways. If you're not careful, I can make your life a living hell!\" It\nwas a childish threat and I took it as one.                \"Sorry.\nI'm not ready to commit to a loving relationship with you. Besides, you've got\nyour little Carn love toy. I don't want to spoil you for him!\"                Bolshoi,\nor I guess I should start calling her Veronica, slapped the steak down on the\ngrill, dropped her pants and sat down on top of it, her legs dangling safely\naway from the heat. \"You know, you can be a real asshole sometimes! We made the\ndiscovery of a lifetime and all you can do is worry about your stomach!\" If she\nthought she was ruining my meal, she had better think again.                \"Maybe.\nAsk me if I care. I'll save you the bother. NO! I ain't pissed at you being\nfemale, cause now that I think on it, I never asked ya yer gender. And ya did\ngood! But when you're as big as me, you find you get a little angry when you\ndon't eat. And you won't like me when I'm angry! Now, if ya don't mind, I think\nyou've seasoned that meat long enough. Steak isn't the only thing I can tear\ninto while it's raw!\"                She\nslipped off the slab of animal protein and stabbed it with a fork. She launched\nit across the table. I stopped it from sliding over the edge with a well placed\ngrab at the fork. \"Mmmmmm! Just right!\"                She\ngave a disgusted snort and threw on a much smaller piece. She cooked it with a\ncrust on both sides. I had to admit, it smelled good. She fixed a few other\nitems, none of which interested me at the moment. I was watching her move,\nthinking now how much of an idiot I had been. I thought I had misjudged\nArchimedes in his tastes, but I was dead on. I needed to stick to my first\nimpressions and think outside the box. Which was bringing me to today's events.\nI wasn't so certain this voice was anything more than a hoax. Still, that room\nhad been blocked for a long time. If he was the fabled Creator, I was left wondering\nwhy he had abandoned us.                 Then my\nnormal arrogance and head strong nature kicked in. To hell with this voice. But\nif he just gave me a way of taking down the Brotherhood, then so be it. I\nstared at my partner, wondering if she would be any good in this type of\nsubterfuge. She would be getting in deep, much deeper than the simple task I\nhad already given her. It was going to mean killing, and if I was lucky,\nsinking my passions deep in someone's insides. There were going to be a few\nrepairs before this was going to happen. My cycle needed to be rebuilt, and I\nwas thinking about the LEV. Just the sight of one of those in the skies would\nsend panic through the city proper.                I sat and\ndigested my food. It was a bit overwhelming to think that within one day,\ncontact was established with the legendary creator of our world. I doubt many\nknew the original story, even an adulterated version. I knew one, probably not\nthe full truth, but it was all I had to go on. I had heard it as a child. It\nwas a nice historical story, but at the moment, the present was looming up in\nfront of me. I had to get my wits about me. With my stress level rising, I\nneeded some relief. Bolshoi was out. His, err, her head was filled with the\ndetails we were going to need. Fucking her would leave my cock wearing a fur\ncoat and nothing else. Her brains saved her from an ignominious end.                I\ndidn't feel like hitting Uma again, not so soon after my last cunt bashing\nexcapade. I thought it over and made a choice. I'd had my eye on this one for a\nwhile, but never acted because it would have caused too many repercussions. Now\nthat was moot.  I was pretty sure my\npartner would disapprove, but then, fuck her. I had ways in and out of the\nwarehouse that only I knew. Some of them were pretty soundproof.                I\n\"borrowed\" a small canister of Cloud and a face mask. It wouldn't be as much\nfun as a full frontal assault, but I didn't want to give away my hand too\nearly. The subject of my stalking was big enough to make a fuss if I had to\nchallenge her in a physical confrontation. If I messed up, they would be on\nhigh alert after it. As it was, her disappearance would spark controversy, but\nwithout knowing what happened, they couldn't react. I had best do this quickly\nand quietly.                My\nkidnapping went without a hitch. I made it back with a double load on the bike.\nIt was definitely going to need an overhaul. It hadn't had a good working over\nin fifty years. I took my load to one of the lower rooms I used for such\nthings, undressed my subject and chained her down. She wasn't going to be any trouble\nfor now, but when she regained her senses, she was going to be violent.  I couldn't wait!                Her\nname was Serrena Campozza. It's a pretty name and therefore it doesn't suit\nher. She isn't ugly, but she isn't everyone's idea of a beauty. She's a Bov;\ntechnically an Herb like me, but not genetically compatible. Maybe I should say\ncompati-bull. She has short horns on her head, just like Charise, only Serrena\nweighs in at around three fourths of my total. She's smaller than Uma, but not\nby much.                She's\nalso a member of the Brotherhood. She used to be a guard, and for good reason.\nNow she was a squad leader. None of that mattered right now. I didn't hate her,\nbut I did hate the Brotherhood. And I needed information. Pardon me for rushing\nthough; first things first. When she woke up, she found herself in the same position\na certain Carn couple did not too long ago. She was suspended by chains. A bare\nlight hung from the ceiling. She grunted and cursed and struggled, but these restraints\ncould hold even me. She wasn't going anywhere.                I let\nher wear herself down before I came into the light.  \"Hello Serrena,\" I said, as I crouched down\nin front of her face.  She spit at me.                 \"Who\nthe hell are you? What right do you have to accost someone from the great\nBrotherhood?\"                I\ndidn't like her attitude, though it was to be expected. It was, however,\nperfect for getting me pissed off so that I'd take my anger out on her hide.\nStill, I was hoping to get the talking out of the way first. I grabbed a horn\nand hauled her head up. \"I'm going to be the Brotherhood's worst nightmare from\nnow on. You can call me Veracity Harms.\"                She\nwent to spit, but her mouth stuck. She sat there looking at me, just now realizing\nthat I was naked. I was guessing she just figured out the same for herself. She\nsat there working her jaw, looking everything like her stupid distant cousins\nliving in the Outlands. They were delicious! So was she, I was thinking. \"You\ncan't be. He's a myth!\"                \"Oh, I\nthink I am. So allow me to tell you what's going to happen. I like being brutally\nhonest. I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. I'm going to do it because I\ncan; because I want to; and because there's nothing anyone is going to do to\nstop me. During my fun, I'm going to be asking you questions about the\nBrotherhood. You don't have to answer me. The longer it takes to get my\nanswers, the longer I'm going to rape your sorry ass. It's nothing personal.\nI'm following the old adage of killing two birds with one stone. I need to\nunload by nuts and I really do need information.\"                She saw\nmy cock dangling in front of her face. She spit at it instead. It hardly\nmattered. He voiced crackled with anger.  \"I'll not tell you a thing. The Brotherhood is\na sacred trust passed down by the Creator...\"                I\npunched her. \"Don't bullshit me lady. I just talked with the Creator. He was\npretty upset to find out about you and your bunch of fucking saints.\" I was\nreferring to the Brotherhood of course, but it got an idea growing in my head.\n\"He says that your group is an abomination. He has set me on a holy quest to\nrid this world of the brotherhood. I'm starting with you!\"                She\nsnarled back. \"You're a blasphemer! No one may talk directly to the Creator!\"                I actually\nsat down in front of her. \"You know Serrena, until a few days ago, I didn't\nbelieve in the Creator. Now that I've talked with him, I'm still not certain I\nbelieve. But I wasn't lying to you about anything. So if you'd like proof,\nallow me to start with this.\" I stood up and maneuvered behind her. She\nstruggled against her chains.                \"You\ncan't go sticking that gross thing in me. It's against Brotherhood rules. I'll\nbe banned if they find out!\"                \"Consider\nyourself banned then. Did you think I'd wait until you were awake to try\nfucking you? Hell no! I barely got your sorry ass undressed before I porked\nyour pink hole. And by the way, I love yer tits. I think Bovs are the only\none's on the planet with triple nipples!\"                 I\nrammed my cock in, working it in with a passion. It was more fun with her being\nawake and all. I grabbed her hips and ground it in hard. She screamed\ndelightfully. I loved girls that could get me excited. \"Now my fine little\ndick-meat. Let's start the interrogation.\" I won't bore you with the details\nof my questions. That would be tedious as hell and you'll figure it out in due\ntime. You'll pick it up along the way. Instead, I will tell you about my\ntechniques if you like.                You\nsee, a big girl like Serrena could take just about everything I could throw at\nher without damage. It wasn't my intention to damage her, so I was pretty free\nto do what I wanted. I hadn't lied. Once I had gotten her undressed and saw\nthose big Bov tits, I dropped on her like a bomb. I wasn't her first, but it\nwas obvious that whoever her previous partner(s) had been, they weren't as\ngifted as I was. I plowed into her until my cock exploded like an overheated\nboiler. I found that I could get used to a girl like this. But once I was done,\nit was back to work. I hooked her up and waited.                Now she\nwas awake. She seemed pretty prissy and uptight. I had a few cures for that. As\nI worked my cock into her cunt, I spread her ass cheeks and pressed my thumbs\nagainst her asshole, I pulled it open forcibly, inching my thumbs into the\nnewly opened space and massaging it to loosen it up. She would thank me later. As\nit was, she didn't seem too into it at the moment. She kept squeezing it shut.\nGod she was tight! If she wasn't careful, I'd ram it in without any\npreparation. It hardly made a difference to me.                She was\nyelling and screaming and threatening and whatever else she thought up to\ndo.  It's hard to threaten me. I've lived\ntoo long and seen too much for words to affect me. I lived a rough life. It\nwasn't always this way. The Brotherhood was to blame. So maybe I was taking it\nout on everyone else. This one was closer to the mark than many others from my\npast.                \"Listen\nup bitch! You've got one chance of getting out of here alive. That's me. To be\nhonest, I'll get my info one way or another. How I get it is up to you. I can\nfuck you longer than it takes a train to run on one load of fuel. I can do things\nto you that you never knew were possible.\" For a demonstration, I pulled out my\ncock and forced the head of it into her ass. She bucked and screamed. Damn I\nwas getting hornier by the minute. I gathered up my strength of will and just\nstood there, feeling her tighten up around me.                 \"Tell\nme what I want to know, or else I'm going full tilt. In case you don't\nunderstand what I mean, I'm gonna fuck your ass hard and long.\" I shoved it in\na little deeper. The rattling of her chains was music to my ears. I pushed in\nall the way until my cock was buried and reached around and pinched her tits,\njust to show her who was boss. That's when I started to find out that things\ndon't always go the way you plan them.                 I was\nriding her hard, both holes, for a couple of hours. She quit screaming, but\nstill refused to talk. All she was doing was blowing copious amounts of fluids\nout her cunt and grunting like a Mord cow. I laid on the abuse in proportions\nfew could survive. She was shaking and rattling, but never once did she talk. I\nfinally had to give up for the day. It was my intention to leave her here. I\ndoubted Bol..., er, Veronica would have approved, but I didn't care. It was also\nwhy the little snit didn't know about it. Her job at the moment was deciphering\neverything inside her head.                I blew\none last load into her ass and forcibly pulled out. It was followed with a\nriver of fluids, this time mine. Her nipples had to be smarting by now. I'll\nsay one thing for this bitch, she was tough and dedicated. Too bad it was to\nthe Brotherhood. I stood in front of her and said my goodbyes. \"Sorry Serrena,\nbut you've managed to outlast me for today. I going to get something to eat and\nhit the sack. See ya in the morning.\"                I was\ninto the darkness before I heard her voice. \"Wait! Don't go!\" I turned around,\nstill in the shadows. \"Why?\"                 \"Please\ndon't - don't go.  Please stay.\" I was\nlosing my patience.                 \"Why\nthe fuck should I stay? You haven't told me a damn thing!\"                \"I'll\ntell you anything you want. Just please give me some more.\"                My eyes\nabout bugged out. This bitch liked it! I just may have found me a new toy. Uma\nwas great to dump my balls into, but this Serrena wasn't bad looking. All the\nwhile I was torturing her, she apparently found out she liked rough and kinky\nsex. I doubt that would improve her standing in the prudish eyes of the\nBrotherhood elite.                 \"Let me\nget this straight. You want me to rape you some more? And if I do, you'll give\nme the info I want?\"                She\nlooked at me with those big brown eyes. \"Yes please!\"                I\ndidn't believe her at first, so I stuck my cock is her mouth and hump her head\nuntil she nearly passed out. Sadly, I was out of juice. I pulled out and\nslapped her awake. \"You're not pulling my leg are ya?\" She gasped in air and\nwiggled within the confines of her chains. I was an idiot, but I knew I could\nhandle her if she tried to bolt. It turns out the problem became an about face;  how was I going to get rid of her?                I undid\nthe shackles. She fell to the floor in a heap. Then she did the most disgusting\nthing I had ever seen. She crawled on all four towards me. \"Please, can I have\nsome more?\" I may have emptied out my balls, but an erection was something I\ncould sport whenever I wanted it. I dropped and fucked her for another hour.\nShe lay there and took it like a trooper. Yep, she was going to be a keeper.                Now I'm not so stupid as to think\nthat people change that quickly. I decided that I needed some  proof this wasn't some elaborate counter\nintelligence ploy.  My idea wasn't overly\nintelligent, but it was straight forward. \"Ok Serrena. I'm going to be honest\nwith you. I don't believe in the Brotherhood, nor do I believe in the Creator.\"                She\ngave me an evil look. \"The Brotherhood is far from perfect, but how can you\nblaspheme against our Creator? If I told the Leaders, they would hunt you down\nand kill you!\"                \"They\ncould try. The funny thing is, I've talked with the Creator, apparently the one\nyou think is God. He didn't sound too amused by the presence of the\nBrotherhood. He was also rather perturbed that they took over the library. That\nwas meant for the use of everyone.\"                She\nsuddenly got some of her old spunk back. \"No one talks with the Great God! You're\nnothing but a bastard liar!\"                \"I\nfigured you say that. I don't blame you one bit because I often am. But that\nfact remains, I have talked with him. I don't expect you to believe me. Would\nyou like to talk with him yourself?\"                Her\nface contorted into a frenzy of emotions. She got a grip on her turmoil and\nstood up tall. Fluids dripped from both holes. \"No one can talk with the\nCreator. Therefore, I have nothing to lose from your cruel taunt. Lead the\nway.\"                I did.\nAs it was, that room was only one floor below where we were. We took the\nstairs, au natural, until we arrived on the next level. The place was lit up,\nwith blinking reds, blues, yellows and white. Serrena gasped. \"This is illegal\ntechnology!\"                I\ngrabbed her by the horns. \"I don't follow stupid laws, not from the politicians\nnor from the Brotherhood. I make my own rules. Remember that!\" I grabbed her\nhand and slammed it down on the circular panel. Its voice spoke up. \"Please\nhold while your recognition scan is complete.\"                She\ntried to remove her hand and found it stuck. When she was released, she let out\na mild curse. \"What is this thing? Certainly it's not the Creator.  Where is this God you spoke of?\"                Another\nvoice spoke up. \"I wish you'd quit referring to me as that. It was a joke your\nancestors made in the beginning years because of my adopted acronym.\"                Serrena\nshit herself. It was a wonder she hadn't done it earlier, the way I was mixing\nthe tank. \"Who are you?\"                The\nvoice sounded tired but amused. \"G.O.D. It stands for Gentleman of Distinction.\nYou have no reference point for me to explain it. And you are; wait, the\ninformation is coming across. Serrena  Campozza.\nFather was Franco, mother was Horlina. Grandfather on your father's side was\nKeokuk Campozza, and his father was Morston. Would you like me to give you your\nfull history? Geneaology is boring at times. You are also a member of the\nBrotherhood. And according to the scan...\" The voice stopped a moment.                \"Veracity,\nwhat have you been doing?\"                \"I was\ndoing what I do best. I was working her over for information.\" I could almost\nhear his eyes rolling, assuming this voice had eyes.                \"Sex is\nfor enjoyment and procreation. Rape and sex for punishment is not ethical.\"                Serrena\nalmost mooed as she fawned over the voice. \"No, No, it's fine. I was enjoying\nmyself.\" Then she stopped. \"Are you really the Creator?\"                \"You\nknow, I'm just a stupid voice coming to you from across the galaxy. I have\nnothing better to do than answer stupid questions.\" The voice redirected itself\nto me. \"Look Veracity, I don't want to judge you, but there are better ways of\ndealing with people. Since she seems to get off on your handling, I'll let it\nslide. How is your partner coming along?\"                \"I\ndon't know. I'll send her down later. As you have ascertained, I've been busy\nfor the last few hours.\"                \"You\nknow, if you don't get your act together, I may have to pull up roots where I'm\nat and come back. You'll find me to be put off if I have to do that. I didn't\ngive your population the ability to think and survive so that I had to come\nback and babysit.\"                Serrena\nwas nearly catatonic listening to the argument that was going on between me and\nthe voice.  She peeped up with a few\nwords. \"Are you really our Creator?\"                The\nvoice directed itself to her. \"Your parents are your creator. Your parents had\ntheir own parents, and they theirs. If you go back far enough, then yes, I am\nthe Creator. It was I who resparked life on this rock you call home. This\ninformation was never meant to be kept secret. That was the purpose of the\nCentral Library complex. I am not very happy about this Brotherhood. Religion\nis for idiots, and I didn't create idiots.\"                Her\neyes were bulging. \"But the Brotherhood is the one truth.\"                The voice\ncrackled with anger. \"Truth?! Bullshit! Facts! If you can't back it up with\nfacts, your truth isn't worth an ounce of vacuum.  I know what your Brotherhood is. I'm fairly\ncertain that they claim to be the source of all. You must come to them for\nsalvation. Your soul will never make it to heaven without their help. Am I right\nso far?\"                \"Yes,\nbut...\"                \"But nothing!\nHere's a few hard facts for you. When you die, you die. There is no afterlife,\nwith the exception of myself. Trust me; you don't want to go through what I\nhave. It isn't pretty. If you need to believe in something, believe in\nyourself. Anyone that tells you that you need to follow their direction to live\nyour life properly is nothing but a shyster. \"                \"Veracity!\"                I\njumped. \"What the hell do you want?\" I wasn't scared of a voice. It only\nstartled me.                 \"Do you have access to a Levitating Express\nVehicle, or would that be asking too much?\"                I\nsnorted. \"An LEV? Yeah, I have one. But the thing hasn't seen the light of day\nfor a few centuries. I don't think I have the parts to repair it.\"                 \"Well\npray to me that you do. Where is this communicator broadcasting from?\"                \"Pray?\"\nI was highly offended.                \"It was\na joke, you ass. Since this is going to take time, I'll just keep the channel\nopen. Send down your partner when she has time. She's at least a pleasure to\ndeal with, unlike you.\" Before I could bellow at the voice, it chuckled. \"Hey!\nI was kidding. The Equial line was especially strong. You are as you were intended,\nif not so much more than I envisioned. Relax. I look forward to the day I can\nmeet you in person.\"                I was\nglad I wasn't wearing pants. I lost a little of my bowels on the floor, right\nnext to Serrena's. This was getting way out of hand!"}