Joseph’s existence could no longer be hidden. The armed religious group in front of the One Police Plaza had brought to the fore the truth about the events of last few days, where many witnesses to Dr. Hansen’s words spread everything he had said on social media, and practically everyone knew a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth, and religious groups and satanic sects had tried to kill the clone child, considering him an abomination or a threat to their existence and raison for being. In many cities of the world, groups of people gathered in public places, such as squares and avenues, and held vigils asking for the life of the child Jesus and for him to be presented to the world as their new Lord and Savior to follow him. Others, very small, continued to affirm Joseph was the product of the devil and considered he shouldn’t exist, because he violated God’s laws. The most cautious kept to the expectation of what might happen, arguing that God&rsq
Mark and Doris were chatting with David and Karen when the door of the safe house opened, giving way for Hansen and Joseph, the latter plunging into his mother’s arms. Karen kissed him repeatedly and asked how they had been with the President.“He’s a good man, but very serious”, Joseph told her. “He doesn’t want David to be with us.”“Why? David asked. “What did he say, doctor?”Hansen sighed disconsolate.“He said even though you were acting in self-defense, and in ours, you should be investigated for the deaths of those people. Like me, because of what I did.”“And what’s the President going to do?” Karen asked.“He’ll have the NYPD look after us until he decides what to do with us. He has a lot of pressure from The Vatican and Israel ...”“Pressure?” Mark interjected. “Why are they pressuring him?”
New York, at midnight As usual, Thomas Robertson stayed awake beyond midnight, after heading the customary weekly sacrifice. Sitting in front of the window behind his desk, he looked thoughtful, and his face as always was grim. He had been leading to the satanic “Brothers of the Averno” sect for about ten years now, and the number of followers he had "harvested" through all those years already exceeded a thousand, only in New York City. In all those years of activity he had never felt greater concern than to please his “Lord of Darkness” as he said to Satan, seeking with his sacrifices, initiation activities and devotion, to win his favors and complacency. But now a shadow of concern was stopping him from sleep: a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth on behalf of "The Second Coming", which meant a direct threat to his group and the loss of his effort throughout the years. Despite being a creation of man, he couldn’t risk that pers
Chapter 1He arrived precipitously to his house in the middle of the torrential downpour that fell at that time of night in London. Mrs. McAlister, the babysitter, came out to meet him smiling as always to tell him that the boy had already fallen asleep, while she began to grab her things to go home. Dr. Hansen gave her barely a glance as he left his wet raincoat on the floor and was rushed to the library there on the second floor. Mrs. McAlister was surprised by his attitude and asked him what was happening.“I don’t have time to explain. Thank you for coming, Mrs. McAlister”, the doctor told her as he walked into the library and began to rummage through the drawers of his desk. “As always, your payment was transferred to your account this morning. I won’t need you for the rest of the week. Now it’s better if you leaves, and the faster the better.”Mrs. McAlister hesitated for a few seconds, still puzzled,
He woke up when the bus stopped at the New York terminal. He had made a long trip from Los Angeles and felt extremely exhausted. He took his backpack and got off the bus with the other passengers. Outside, he barely recognized where he was, after four years of being there at his friend’s house. He sighed deeply.“We’re here, brother”, he said to himself in a low voice. “We’re already in your house.”At the age of twelve David Cranston lost his family in a tragic car accident. Whiskey fan, his father had drunk a lot in a family reunion on a Sunday, and on the way home he fell asleep at the wheel. His father, mother and five-year-old sister died that day, and David began a long journey through adoptive homes in which he never felt comfortable, since he had no other relatives to whom the authorities could leave him in custody. His father had been the only child of a failed marriage which abruptly separated and they never met again
Dr. Julius Hansen told his friend everything he had done to carry out the "assignment", which was to achieve a clone of Jesus of Nazareth. Of course, his first reaction when he was made the proposal was flatly refuse the idea, because human cloning is strictly prohibited, but his scientific curiosity and attraction to the unknown made him change his mind, and he agreed to do so secretly, thinking that he might not achieve his purpose because of the complex of the process and because had never been attempted before. For this, he needed to disguise his actions with those of an ethically possible research related to the topic. He told him that he obtained the support of his laboratory located in Berkeley, California, introducing to the board the beginning of a research related to the duplication or cloning of human organs, with the intention of eliminating those factors that cause somehow they fail or sick, and achieve transplant them to the affected patient, eliminating the damaged on
David awoke shortly before sunup. He had time he didn’t sleep so deeply. He got up and went to the bathroom, where he washed his face and brushed his teeth. A few minutes later he went down to the living room and found John sitting in front of the window with the shotgun resting on his thighs. He signaled him to be silent and invited him to look out the window. David immediately spotted a man standing at the end of the street and around the corner, seemingly waiting for something or someone.“He arrived about twenty minutes ago,” John said. “He hasn’t done anything else.”David looked at John, intrigued.“And why do you think that is suspicious?”“You didn’t finish listening to the conversation last night, son, and you don’t know that my friend and his son are in danger.”“Danger? I only heard something related to an assignment and a DNA. Unless it has something to do wit
John’s Dodge Charger was the four-door model. David was driving and beside him Dr. Hansen was watching the highway in silence. Joseph was lying in the back seat, asleep. It had long since they had taken the route to Manhattan, and approaching the Williamsburg Bridge on the East River. David couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at John’s house, and no matter how hard he tried to justify himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had taken his life. Somehow he thought that war and death would no longer be part of his life, and there he was again, killing for a cause he still didn’t fully understand. All he knew was that if he hadn’t taken that man’s life, everyone, even himself, would be dead at that time. He thought of Joseph, and a small apex of consolation reached his soul when he thought that he had at least saved an innocent child from a death that according to that sinister man was certain. He looked at Dr. Hansen. He
John’s friends had a small antique shop on the corner of Delancey and Allen streets in Manhattan. They had no trouble getting the address, since it was near the Williamsburg Bridge, through which they had entered the district. At that time the store was already open and Dr. Hansen asked David to wait in the car with Joseph, who had already woken up. He entered and immediately a man about seventy years old met him with a wide smile. In the background, and behind a counter, an older woman was also near the cash register. On the other side of the store, an obese woman looked closely a porcelain figure that looked like a horse. “How can I help you, friend?” asked the man in a soft voice. “We have many old and interesting articles. Many have a particular history, if you like to follow me I would like to show you...” “I come from Dr. John Moses,” Hansen interrupted him. “I need your help.” The man, who had turned around thinking that the client would follow him, tu