Chapter 8 Metatron Confides in Melissa and Has a Nightmare.
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Metatron was studying the terraformed asteroid Eden through the large fortified windows in the reception area of the Divine Control Centre, orbiting just above Eden. He had been very busy modernising Eden and housing the influx of refugees that had come as a result of the widespread war and unrest in the solar system. While Metatron hadn’t proclaimed Eden to be a haven, he didn’t have the heart to turn away the desperate people that had come his way either, and as a result, the population had swelled from 8000 to over 20,000.
The massive population increase had caused several problems which Metatron had tried solving by keeping the original Edenites and the newcomers separate. As Eden had a surface area of over 20,000 square kilometres and perfect conditions for agriculture, it was not a problem housing and feeding everyone. Yet the problem remained that sooner or later he would have to reconcile the ideologies and morals of the 29th-century refugees with that of the Edenites who until two years ago had still lived in an artificial Bronze Age society with a very outdated Bronze Age morals and belief systems, thanks to Abraham’s deception and total control.
Mentally exhausted, Metatron rested from his work and leaned back into a comfortable armchair. Oh, how he missed Keila and real sleep! Having been bred and raised into Abraham’s Angel program, Metatron had never known real sleep for the first 120 years of his life, and instead, all the rest he had experienced was short bursts of sleep in accelerated sleep pods or extended periods of sleep being cryogenically frozen, until summoned by Abraham for dutiful tasks. In neither of these sleep states had he ever experienced dreams, and it was first when Keila had killed Abraham and set Metatron free that he had experienced real sleep and dreaming as part of the human experience.
Now that Keila was gone, Metatron had stopped sleeping natural sleep and returned to his learned habit of having short bursts of sleep in the accelerated sleep pod. This was because of his self-sacrificing and altruistic nature, where he felt guilty for spending too much time sleeping when the Edenites needed him. But now Metatron was at his breaking point, as lack of dreams had deteriorated his soul, and he felt like he did when he was a slave to Abraham’s will. He felt more like a machine than like a human.
Metatron realised that he needed to sleep and dream, to regain his sanity, but the problem was that he had forgotten how to relax naturally. His mind was drained, but his body was still too energised for him to fall asleep. Eventually, he realised what he needed to do. He felt guilty about it, but he just had to do it anyway for his own sanity.
Metatron summoned Melissa, the surrogate mother who was pregnant with his and Keila’s unborn child, and she arrived shortly after.
Melissa studied Metatron as she entered the room. He didn’t look that well and looked a lot older and more burdened than usual, albeit a lot younger than his real age. Tentatively she approached him and spoke:
- Master Metatron. You summoned me. Is everything alright with you?
Metatron tried to smile, but it fell flat and instead he responded in a sombre tone:
- My state is no longer that important. The main thing is how things are with you?
Melissa:
- Don’t say that. You are important to all of us. If it weren’t for your tireless efforts, Eden would collapse, and we would all go under.
Metatron:
- Maybe that’s the core of my problems. That I have been too self-sacrificing and given up on what I want.
Melissa:
- So, what do you really want?
Metatron:
- I want to have human desires. Human impulses for good and bad.
- I was bred to serve Abraham, and I did so for over a century. I helped a villainous madman doing evil deeds knowing nothing else. Then Keila set me free, and I started to feel human feelings. But now she is gone, and I am yet again a soulless servant. Trying to make up for my evil deeds by serving the Edenites diligently!
Melissa blushed and then stuttered insecurely:
- Is this your way of telling me that you want to have s*x with me?
Metatron:
- No. I am after something far more critical. I need to sleep natural sleep so that I can dream again.
- I have never slept natural sleep on my own, so I need you to sleep next to me.
Melissa:
- I would be honoured to sleep in your bed, Master Metatron.
Metatron:
- Thank you, Melissa.
- No need to call me Master any more. You and I are friends and equals, helping each other out in times of need.
- Let’s go to my bedroom, I am exhausted.
Metatron and Melissa headed to Metatron’s bedroom, and in her embrace, he immediately fell asleep. The dreams he had wasn’t the kind of vision he wanted though, as it instead of soothing his mind, scared and tormented him.
In the dream Metatron could see an ancient-looking woman, who looked almost as old as a mummy, being tormented by a beastly alien with glowing purple eyes. Despite the tortured woman’s hideous appearance, he could feel her soul, and he knew that she was Keila. “Save me! Save mankind!” Keila shouted out with a weak and weary voice. Rangda then knocked her unconscious with a psionic blast and turned to Metatron. She stared him down with her glowing purple eyes and hypnotised him in a state of paralysed fear. Eventually, Metatron screamed his lungs out, and he woke up, with the bed soaked in cold sweat.
Melissa looked at him with a worried face and spoke.
- You look terrified, is everything alright?
Metatron:
- Yes and no. Come with me to the medical bay. We need to remove your Divine Technology chip immediately.
Melissa:
- Sure. But why?
Metatron:
- Keila. She spoke to me in a vision. At least I think she did. Darkness is coming, and we’ll need to remove all Divine Technology bionic microchips to stay safe!
Melissa:
- If you really think so. There is no time to waste! Let’s go.
They hurried together to the medical ward to remove Melissa’s microchip and then they devised a plan for how to remove the chips from the other Edenites as well.
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