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Oliver, I m a fundamentalist. I take my scriptures very literally."
Oliver opened his mouth, then closed it with a snap. Miles had his utter
attention.
Communication at last
, Miles breathed inwardly.
We have connected.
"It would take a miracle," said Oliver at last, "to uplift this whole place."
"Mine is not a theology of the elect. I intend to preach to the masses. Even,"
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he was definitely getting into the swing of this, "the sinners. Heaven is for
everyone."
"But miracles, by their very nature, must break in from outside. We don t
carry them in our pockets -"
"You don t, that s for sure," muttered Oliver with a glance at Miles s
undress.
"- we can only pray, and prepare ourselves for a better world. But miracles
come only to the prepared. Are you prepared, Oliver?" Miles leaned forward,
his voice vibrating with energy.
"Sh - ..." Oliver s voice trailed off. He glanced for confirmation, oddly
enough, at Suegar. "Is this guy for real?"
"He thinks he s faking it," said Suegar blandly, "but he s not. He s the One,
all right and tight."
The cold worms writhed again. Dealing with Suegar, Miles decided, was like
fencing in a hall of mirrors. Your target, though real, was never quite where
it looked like it should be.
Oliver inhaled. Hope and fear, belief and doubt, intermingled in his face.
"How shall we be saved, Rev rend?"
"Ah - call me Brother Miles, I think. Yes. Tell me - how many converts can you
deliver on your own naked, unsupported authority?"
Oliver looked extremely thoughtful. "Just let them see that light, and they ll
follow it anywhere."
"Well... well... salvation is for all, to be sure, but there may be certain
temporary practical advantages to maintaining a priesthood. I mean, blessed
also are they who do not see, and yet believe."
"It s true," agreed Oliver, "that if your religion failed to deliver a
miracle, that a human sacrifice would certainly follow."
"Ah... quite," Miles gulped. "You are a man of acute insight."
"That s not an insight," said Oliver. "That s a personal guarantee."
"Yes, well... to return to my question. How many followers can you raise? I m
talking bodies here, not souls."
Oliver frowned, cautious still. "Maybe twenty."
"Can any of them bring in others? Branch out, hook in more?"
"Maybe."
"Make them your corporals, then. I think we had better disregard any previous
ranks here. Call it, ah, the Army of the Reborn.
No. The Reformation Army. That scans better. We shall be re-formed. The body
has disintegrated like the caterpillar in its chrysalis, into nasty green
gook, but we shall re-form into the butterfly and fly away."
Oliver sniffed again. "Just what reforms you planning?"
"Just one, I think. The food."
Oliver gave him a disbelieving stare. "You sure this isn t just a scam to get
yourself a free meal?"
"True, I
am getting hungry..." Miles backed off from the joke as Oliver remained icily
unimpressed. "But so are a lot of other people. By tomorrow, we can have them
all eating out of our hands."
"When would you want these twenty guys?"
"By the next chow call." Good, he d startled the man.
"That soon?"
"You understand, Oliver, the belief that you have all the time in the world is
an illusion this place fosters on purpose. Resist it."
"You re sure in a hurry."
"So, you got a dental appointment? I think not. Besides, I m only half your
mass. I gotta move twice as fast just to keep up the momentum. Twenty, plus.
By next chow call."
"What the hell do you think you re gonna be able to do with twenty guys?"
"We re going to take the food pile."
Oliver s lips tightened in disgust. "Not with twenty guys, you re not. No go.
Besides, it s been done. I told you we d made real war in here. It d be a
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quick massacre."
"- and then, after we ve taken it - we re-distribute it. Fair and square, one
rat bar per customer, all controlled and quartermasterly. To sinners and all.
By the next chow call everybody who s ever been shorted will be coming over to
us. And then we ll be in a position to deal with the hard cases."
"You re nuts. You can t do it. Not with twenty guys."
"Did I say we were only going to have twenty guys? Suegar, did I say that?"
Suegar, listening in rapt fascination, shook his head.
"Well, I ain t sticking my neck out to get pounded unless you can produce some
visible means of support," said Oliver. "This could get us killed."
"Can do," Miles promised recklessly. One had to start lifting somewhere; his
imaginary bootstraps would do well enough. "I
will deliver 500 troops to the sacred cause by chow call."
"You do that, and I ll walk the perimeter of this camp naked on my hands,"
retorted Oliver.
Miles grinned. "I may hold you to that, Sergeant. Twenty plus. By chow call."
Miles stood. "Come on, Suegar."
Oliver waved them off irritably. They retreated in good order. When Miles
looked back over his shoulder, Oliver had arisen, and was walking toward a
group of occupied mats tangential to his own, waving down an apparent
acquaintance.
"So where do we get 500 troops before next chow call?" Suegar asked. "I better
warn you, Oliver was the best thing I had. The next is bound to be tougher."
"What," said Miles, "is your faith wavering so soon?"
"I believe," said Suegar, "I just don t see. Maybe that makes me blessed, I
dunno."
"I m surprised. I thought it was pretty obvious. There." Miles pointed across
the camp toward the unmarked border of the women s group.
"Oh." Suegar stopped short. "Oh, oh. I don t think so, Miles."
"Yes. Let s go."
"You won t get in there without a change-of-sex operation."
"What, as God-driven as you are, haven t you tried to preach your scripture to
them?"
"I tried. Got pounded. Tried elsewhere after that."
Miles paused, and pursed his lips, studying Suegar. "It wasn t defeat, or you
wouldn t have hung on long enough to meet me.
Was it - ah, shame, that drained your usual resolve? You got something to work
off in that quarter?"
Suegar shook his head. "Not personally. Except maybe, sins of omission. I just
didn t have the heart to harass em any more."
"This whole place is suffering from sins of omission." A relief, that Suegar
wasn t some sort of self-confessed rapist. Miles s eyes swept the scene,
teasing out the pattern from the limited cues of position, grouping, activity.
"Yes... predator pressure produces herd behavior. Social - fragmentation here
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