Sarah Speaks with God
Rod Tanzol
It was ten in the morning one Saturday when Sarah awoke to a loud ring coming from her headset on her desk. She got out of bed and reached for her mouse. She clicked a button to accept the incoming call from Cisco. She quickly put on her headset, sat down, and greeted him, “Hey!”
In Canada, he smiled. He then began speaking, “So what are you doing today?”
“I’m not sure,” she responded, “but I feel as if I’m looking for something.”
“What might that be, Sarah?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered with an obvious indecisiveness.
“That’s typical,” Cisco commented.
Sarah made no sound, but Cisco could sense Sarah’s favorite expression: -_-
“That’s okay. Did I tell you?”
“What is it, Cisco?”
“I’m going to Church tomorrow,” he said is if it were nothing special.
“What?” Sarah vigorously yelled excited-incredulity. “Since when do you go to church?” she clarified her shock.
“Well,” Cisco said shyly, “I’ve been looking for answers lately.”
“What kind of answers, Cisco?”
“Answers to life I guess, Sarah. I’ve been feeling unfulfilled lately.”
“Is that the case?” Sarah expressed with sincerity.
“Yeah, I don’t feel as if I’ve accomplished anything in the past few months,” He said with his mouth. However, his mind and hands were elsewhere. “Boom! Headshot!” he screamed into his microphone.
Sarah winced. Her ears rang. She lost a bit of her hearing. “Ouch!” was her only word.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to mute Skype while I was playing,” he said unremorsefully.
Sarah scowled. “I think,” she explained, “I know why you haven’t accomplished anything lately.”
“Really?” he inquired.
“Oh yes! I’m almost certain about it.”
“Should I still go to church?” Cisco asked.
“Yes. You should go. You need a break,” she quickly explained.
“What was that?” he said taking a double-take.
“Go to church,” Sarah assured him.
Their conversation ended when Sarah went to the bathroom to shower. However, they never disconnected; they only stopped speaking.
A few hours later, Sarah fell asleep, she woke up again, and she fell asleep once more. She awoke Sunday morning in a church. However, it lacked the gothic architecture of her familiar catholic churches or even the simplistic design of more modern churches. Instead, the pews were replaced with glass benches resting on grassy isles. The aisles were creeks. The walls were unseen; instead, grassy flats and watery paths extended far beyond what the eye could see. The altar was a gigantic motherboard atop four rods of light which held the hardware a counter’s height above the water. It was neither day nor night; soft light came from every direction. A voice spoke to her, “It’s happening again.”
She showed no fear. She just accepted everything as is it was. “At least it’s only a dream,” she thought to herself. She responded aloud to the bodiless voice, “What’s happening again?”
“I am deciding your fate,” he confirmed.
“Excuse me?” she questioned. “Are you God?”
“Yes, I am your God, in certain terms,” he said ever so modestly as he rolled his unseen eyes.
“My gods are Nintendo, Capcom, and SquareEnix. Which are you?”
“I am none of them. I am your creator,” The voice said with some confusion.
“What’s your name then?” she asked.
“I am Rod!” he boomed.
“Hmm, that sounds familiar. Joe and Cisco have both mentioned you before to me,” Sarah said.
“Then you must understand that I control you and your destiny. I know every detail of your life.”
“That sounds impressive. Prove it. What’s my favorite kind of shoe?” she chuckled.
“Crocs!”
Sarah began laughing fervently. “Those are the ugliest things on the face of the planet.”
“Well,” Rod said, “I’ll make you love them if you don’t start taking me seriously.”
Sarah freaked. She apologized, “I’ll listen.”
“Very good,” Rod affirmed. “You are going to make a decision very soon. Your friends will help you achieve your goal whatever that decision may be,” he explained.
“Have I thought about this decision before?”
“Why yes you have! You’ve talked about it with your friends and loved ones. I even told you what to do in a dream, for fuck’s sake!” Rod screamed, “However, it is my fault that you haven’t done anything yet. In an attempt to mock my friend, I made you too indecisive!”
“Rod, are you telling me that I’m based on someone?” Sarah demanded to know.
“There exists,” Rod explained, “a reality outside your own. In this other dimension of existence, are people who, well, exist. I don’t know how else to put this, but you, Sarah, are a foolish caricature of a real girl.”
“I don’t really care about that, Rod. All I care about is my reality.”
“That is understood, but haven’t you ever wanted to know why you exist?”
“Sure?” she said indecisively.
“One day in the spring, your basis and I were both doing essays for our honors history class. We got so fed up with our research that we jokingly talked about murdering our history teacher. Then I outlined a short story about how these two honor students and a few of their friends killed all of their teachers and framed the more miscreant parts of the student population. Are you following?”
“You are telling me that I was supposed to be a serial killer?”
“Uhm…” Rod stalled trying to hide the truth, “yes…”
“Was I at least good at it?”
“Yes?” Sarah was confusing the man who controls her existence.
“Good. I’d hate to have been caught,” she laughed.
“Today, I am here to redefine your future. Once I scrapped the idea for killing-spree, I decided to mock our love and dependence technology. However, that idea quickly faded, and a serialized drama was conceived. I wanted to keep it funny though, so your existence quickly became a dramedy teeming with insider jokes. Over the summer, I decided to give you a direction. I have been slowly planting the seeds to create an epic journey for you. Today, that journey is born!” Rod declared. With the end of his words came flashes of colors from the church and the endless scenery.
“What am I doing then?” Sarah asked.
“I am Professor Oak, and your journey is about to unfold!”
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