Chapter Twelve: PARTY WORLD

 

    And the Lord of Hosts so decreed that a party would be given, to celebrate the presence of the fictional beings and the creation of the Multiverse ship.

    It was the party of a thousand eternities. Everyone created a new star system just for the party. God lovingly built the sun-star Himself. He did not use Angels to help Him, but carefully collected the dust and gases from nebulas until the sheer mass of the matter compacted it into a fusion reactor. The new sun burst into light. God smiled. The Angels rejoiced.

    So did several trillion other life forms.

    Bay Radbury, Emerald Dawn, and glorified beings from several trillion worlds, collected material to build the party planet. It was not going to be a normal planet because such a world would not have contained enough room even for glorified beings to celebrate the way they wanted to celebrate. So the Angels and their helpers build a Dyson sphere instead. Every chunk of matter for a billion light years was collected and carefully shaped into a huge circular shell which fit completely around the sun-star God had created. "There's nothing like building a world," Ray Bradbury commented to his Angel helpers. "I've built them before, you know, at least on paper and in my dreams. Building them for real is more fun."

    "All those science fiction stories you wrote gave you great practice. Where do you want to put a mountain range?" Emerald Dawn was an enormous muscular Angel with green eyes, dark green hair and brown colored skin." His robe was made out of denim and carefully embroidered with green suns, purple nebulae and black cats with green eyes.

    "Over there by the bigger of the three lavender seas."

    The Dyson sphere was as far from the middle of the Multiverse as any planet had ever been built before. Outside of the sphere shown nothing; no moon and no stars. Nothing was in the sky but forever; the forever where the fictional beings soon would be going.

    God watched His children play. "Kids, what kind of intelligent life do you want on this world?"

    Bay Radbury gazed at Emerald Dawn's robe. He grinned, "Felinoid with four eyes as lavender as the seas, long silky hair, bipedal, and with poetry in their souls."

    God smiled, "I've done that kind a few gazillion times before, They're easy to do. What kind of reproduction do you want?"

    Bay thought about it awhile. "Asexual, but let them enjoy it a lot. God, can you really do this sort of thing in six days?"

    "I usually take a few billion years, but since we are in a hurry I can do it in four days.

    "Why don't you do it instantly?" Starflame wanted to know.

    "I'm not in THAT big a hurry. I like to enjoy my creations. Slow down a bit! I like to take time to enjoy making the roses!"

    Fireflower giggled, "When they get to thinkin' about things, do you think they're gonna debate if they were created or whether they evolved?"

    God sighed. The wind from it rippled the trees. "The debate is unavoidable. But they aren't going to have any help from fossil records. Since these creatures really will be a special creation, there won't be any."

    Bay glanced at the mountain range they were wind-shaping. "Does evolution ever work without direct intervention from you, God?"

    God smiled, "I left a universe completely lifeless once. It had trillions of worlds, all right for life, but I just didn't make life. I wanted to prove something to Darwin. Nice guy, Darwin. He's so sad he cost so many people their faith, but somebody would have figured it out eventually and it just happened to be him."

    What about the universe, God? Did life actually evolve?"

    "By the time the universe was just about to go into its Gib Gnab, pro-viruses finally appeared on one world."

    "That's amazing, God!"

    "Shush! Don't tell Darwin, but I helped a little bit any way."

    The Angels and Bay shook their heads. "We won't."

    Emerald asked, "Cheered him up, did it?"

    "Immensely. He had a lot more faith in himself after that."

    Star flame folded his arms, "No vineyard grows right without pruning and shaping."

    Fireflower nodded, "yup."

    Bay asked, "Why didn't you just tell Moses about evolution?"

    God smiled, "One, Humans are smart enough to figure it out for yourselves. Two, Moses didn't have time or papyrus enough for lengthy explanations. Three, if ancient Humans had realized they could selectively breed themselves for certain traits they would have done so, and I would not have liked the results."

    Fireflower nodded, "Hitler almost did do that."

    Starflame nodded, "It was a pleasurre destroying that guy."

    Fireflower nodded, "And his henchmen."

    God sighed, "Listen to you! The fall has really changed you!"

    Starflame gazed at his Creator. "But you allowed it to happen, God!!?"

    God nodded, "Faith, my child. You will know why shortly."

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    Since it was decided the sentient species were going to be feline, God also created feline animals. The particular favorites of Fireflower were named sphinxes; T rex sized lionoids with four deep purple eyes and a purr like the rumble of a huge volcano.

    One of them playfully pounced on Fireflower and pinned him down. Ray and Tubal-cain were frightened for a few seconds, but they didn't need to be.

    The huge creature proceded to give Fireflower several long swipes with her rough, pink tongue.

    "Hey, that tickles!" giggled Fireflower.

    Starflame chuckled, "That's one way to get you cleaned up for the party! Therre goes all that nebula dust. Thanks, Kitty."

    The big cat firmly held Fireflower down and licked and purred, licked and purred, licked and purred."

    Fireflower complained, "Aren't you guys going to get me out of here?"

    Starflame folded his arms and shook his head. "Not until yourr spick and span."

    It took a while, but soon several centuries of dust were off of Fireflower and the big cat let her "baby" go.

    Fireflower giggled, "Next time I'll just take a dip in an Ocean somewhere!"

    The big cat just purred.

    The Sphinxes gave Cecil B. DeMille an idea. He sent some messenger angels out and in a few centuries he had managed to gather together enough of the original pyramid builders to do an exact recreation of Egypt's pyramids.

    Saint Francis watched the spectacle and marveled at it. "They were tortured on earth, to build those things, and now they agree to do it all over again!?"

    Fireflower explained, " They weren't tortured, Fran. The cruelty of the pharaohs was greatly exaggerated by Hollywood. The idea of freedom and wages for workers was unknown in that day and age, so they thought they had a pretty good deal. It is true the work was hot and hard and long, but the workers worked for beer and food and upkeep. They formed teams and competed with the other teams to see who could move stones the fastest. There was a lot of camaraderie between the teams. There were a few sadists among the overseers, but for the most part the whips they carried were used no more often than the guns of policemen."

    "To them this is like a class reunion. They wouldn't miss it for the Multiverse. Remember now their muscles don't ache, and the heat doesn't hurt them, and their idea of time has changed so the hundred years it's gonna take to put these things up, doesn't faze them. After its done, they'll sit back and admire their work, and go to the party just like all the rest of us."

    Every musical group in the Kingdom of Heaven was called upon to play at the party. The pyramids came in handy because much to Homes' delight it was decided to put on a performance of Aida at the site. Since the opera
was supposed to take place in Egypt, the pyramids and the live sphinxes lounging around made a perfect backdrop.

    There were plenty of symphonies and rock bands too, as well as scads of country and western, and jazz."

    Tubal-cain floated over the setup of one of the country and western bands. "You know what you get when you play a country and western record backwards, Fireflower?" he asked playfully.

    "Nope. What do you get?"

    "You get your truck back, you get your dog back, you get your friend back, you get your girl back, you get your job back and you quit drinking."

    Fireflower giggled.

    Rodric pointed out, "Tubal-cain, there's going to be a rock band at coordinates five point two."

    "I HATE rock and roll!"

    "No, Tubal-cain. I mean a REAL rock band; music made with rocks. Its an authentic Neanderthal rock, log and stick band. That should prove interesting!" Rodric put smileys and brown and green exclamation points up on his screen.

    "Finally!" exclaimed the caveman, "Somebody is going to play REAL music!" He dropped Rodric in the grass and dashed off to find this group.

    Rodric flung up an exclamation point. "Well, you're welcome!"

    Fireflower and Starflame decided to go to a Hawaiian Luau first. The party wasn't going to be long enough to allow each person to see a performance of each musical group. But time travel was allowed, so technically everyone one could be at the party at every point in time
space continuum. That was why a Dyson sphere was needed. The technology of Heaven was sufficiently advanced that every creature in Kingdom of Heaven could have fit in a real space the size of a basketball, but since almost everybody was going to be there multiple times, they needed the extra room.

    After Fireflower and Starflame went to several kinds of Hawaiian Luaus, they went to several Tahitian ones. These two Angels really really liked luaus!

    Then they went to a couple dozen luaus that were put on by the descendants of Polynesians that had settled on various planets down through the ages.

    Starflame and Fireflower disagreed over one thing, "I think that the one where they made leis out of the intelligent plants on Hothouse Five, was the best. It was fun having leis that sang to us."

    "But they were off key!" Starflame
complained.

    "Oh well what do you expect. Those daisies aren't that smart. They only have IQ's around 60!"

    "No excuse," snorted Starflame, "When I have a piece of shrubbery sing to me, I expect it to be on key!"

    Fireflower started giggling, and soon Starflame joined in.

    After the opera, Sherman Homes had enough of partying . He found a quiet place to think a while, on a cliff overlooking the New Nile. It is hard to say how long he thought, what with time being what it is for immortal beings, but it was for a long long time.

    Finally Homes got up and headed for God's Throne.

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