Herod Squad, they call us. Stamping out potential messiahs around the world for thirty years now. The science guys do detection and triangulation; we just pull the trigger. I don’t know what they target on. Auras, maybe. Above a certain threshold, we get called in. Newborns. Toddlers. Sometimes they’re already a few years old; the test isn’t ( Read more... )

The drum, when struck, is like an M-80 going off. It kicks right in the solar plexus. "The drum tells the time," the nice Japanese lady tells me and my brother. "It says it is time to feed god. You like baseball?" God, in this case, is the Emperor Meiji. In the future, everyone will be enshrined as a deity upon death for fifteen minutes ( Read more... )

Yeah, okay, I'll tell you the story again. I know you kids like hearin' about when Jesus came back ( Read more... )