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  “I love you too, so please don’t harm yourself again,” she said with eyes full of tears while she hugged her lover.

  “I saw a lot of pain in the world today” he slurred. “Many children have died today in the world from hunger and from cancer. There was a video of a mother being hit by a car in front of her young daughter, and another video…”

  “Please, stop!” Media urged him while hugging him. “You are not responsible for any of this, so don’t blame yourself.”

  “They are all gone! They are all gone,” he kept repeating with tearful sorrowful eyes. “I need to do something.”

  “Let it go. Let it go please,” Media said while putting Young Nimrod’s head on her lap.

  “I want to marry you,” he said repeatedly as he gradually went into a deep sleep.

  Media Rozhgar was deeply in love with Young Nimrod to the extent she was ready to sacrifice herself for him. She was attracted to people who had a strong sense of responsibility, and when she first saw him, she saw an aura of energy around him. It was so powerful she could have felt it from a distance, and at that moment, she decided to be with him even though he had betrayed her once, but she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. ‘This man wants to change the world to be a better place. No one else can do this, so I need to help him until the end,’ she told herself. She had met many people who said they wanted to change the world, but when Young Nimrod said it, it was like no one else. He meant something totally different, and he didn’t only mean to change the future to be better. He meant to change everything: the past, the present, and the future. ‘No one feels as responsible as he does. He is the only one who could hold himself responsible for everything just like God himself,’ she thought.

  ***

  Young Nimrod woke up the next morning in the bedroom of his underground operation. He looked at the table beside him and saw a toasted cheese sandwich, milk, and water there. ‘She’s saved me again,’ he thought to himself. He looked forward and saw the beautiful young lady coming forward to tell him something.

  “Last night, you said you loved me,” she said.

  He immediately realized that his frequent declarations of love for Media made her think that he wanted to progress their relationship to marriage, but because of his seizures last night, he couldn’t remember whether he said anything more than that. “Of course, I love you more than anything, but you know we can’t marry publicly. Don’t you?”

  “I understand. Don’t worry, I was just teasing you!” Media gave him a kiss and walked back to the door. “Are you coming outside today?”

  He looked at his watch then replied, “I will stay here for a bit longer. I need to finish something.”

  “OK, but please don’t harm yourself again. I won’t be here to save you so be careful with your experiments,” she said then she walked toward the elevator and disappeared.

  Young Nimrod thought about her and wished he could do something to pay her back for her loyalty. ‘She is the most trusted person to me,’ he thought to himself. ‘I can’t trust anyone but her, and she helps me even though she doesn’t understand the details of my plan. She trusts my intentions, and she is everything to me. I need her to stay on my side until the end.’

  After he ate his food, he went back to the hall of his main operations. He looked at the blue progress bars on the huge screen in front of him, and one of the progress indicators in front of him pointed to 99%. ‘The thrust engines are about to finish soon in Siberia.’ He remembered back to a few years ago when a company he owned went through all the hassle to convince China and Russia to provide some of their bordering towns and cities with very cheap electricity using his newly invented revolutionary electrical generators. However, since the installments were huge, they agreed to place them in Siberia in an empty, unpopulated spot exactly where Young Nimrod wanted! His company dealt with everything, and within a couple months he would be providing them with unlimited cheap energy, but with one twist, the electricity generation was not the true purpose of the project at all.

  Another message appeared on one of the screens informing that the setup of the portable nuclear bag was complete and it was in a secure position in its final destination. Now it was ready to blow at a push of button controlled by Young Nimrod! It looked like everything was about to finish soon. ‘The world will soon see my master plan,’ he thought. He looked at another screen and saw a recent viral video of Padsha Mali pop up. In the video, the faith-healer was talking about the end-days and urging people to follow Abrahamic faith before the Judgment Day came. He was not a good preacher and had a croaky voice, but his healing power had made him a celebrity and made his videos and preaching go viral. Nevertheless, his physical features made people fear him at the same time because of his extreme resemblance to the Antichrist!

  Young Nimrod remembered the hassle he went through to find Padsha Mali after one of the labs sponsored by him were on the verge of finding a revolutionary cure for cancer, Young Nimrod immediately put a hold over the invention rights. He then changed the direction of the lab’s work to something else while he transferred the cure into the hands of a faith-healer to use it as a weapon, not an ordinary one, but a weapon that could change minds and challenge beliefs! Then he remembered his efforts to find the suitable faith-healer for that purpose. When he had examined the list of all the famous faith-healers around the world, he found several having a blind eye, but among them someone looked exactly like what he wanted! ‘Padsha Mali was my choice. There was no one better than him at representing the Antichrist!’

  Next Young Nimrod sponsored and promoted all the videos and articles about him, so that the whole world knew about him. On the other hand, Young Nimrod needed to sponsor and promote all the videos and articles that showed him as the potential Antichrist. ‘I need people to know about the signs of the end-days and to believe that the apocalypse is near,’ he thought to himself. ‘I live in a lucky time where 95% of people are connected to the internet. I can make any idea go viral through sponsoring it with money.’

  He then looked at another progress bar indicator which showed that 85% of the people online were currently estimated to know or at least heard about Padsha Mali and the signs of the end-days. ‘I need to increase this rate further; after all, the success of my plan depends entirely on it.’ He then assigned another 100 million dollars to promote Padsha Mali’s videos on various social media.

  Then he walked toward a detailed schematic he had recently finished and to his masterpiece weapon, the death ray! This weapon was first suggested by the genius Nicola Tesla, and it shot a narrow but a powerful thunder-like ray to its victims burning them or even evaporating them immediately! Although the weapon was invented a long time ago, it was not adopted by the military. The world powers at the time didn’t find it effective and practical in real wars because the weapon needed much time for charging and powering before it could be used again for a subsequent shot, hence, soldiers could only shoot at one person at a time. Nevertheless, Young Nimrod thought it could be used to produce great fear and horror in the enemy’s eye if it was used properly.

  The final thing that Young Nimrod needed for finalizing his plan was the powerful AI-hacker robot. It was currently under further development by a genius programmer hired by him, and the program once finished would be able to hack into any website, TV and media.

  Then he looked at his helmet and the visual glasses at the center of his operation hall and asked himself, ‘How many people are suffering today?’ He held the eyeglasses out to have a peek at the day’s most tragic trends online but then he remembered Media’s words. ‘Wait, I shouldn’t do that. I can’t save them by looking at their misery. I need to stay healthy and live so that I can execute my master plan perfectly. After all, in a couple of months the world will see the light!’

  Chapter 20

  Mark was sitting in his small office at the ICPI department near the Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France. He was looking at his computer reading of the
information he had received from the surveillance and monitoring of his suspects. The data he was looking at indicated that Prof. Sanders, among all the other suspects, was clearly hiding something. It was evident from the drastic changes in his behavior after Mark and Hast’s meeting with him, and he was now being very careful with his communications and phone calls by using encrypted messages, but whenever he needed to make an unencrypted call, he used code words in his language!

  Mark also found within the data that the name Young Nimrod was repeatedly used as a funder or a contributor in many important labs around the world and not only in TNARK, however, each time the user had provided a false identification, image and address. It was very hard to track Young Nimrod’s true identity through the information Mark had. ‘This suspect is very careful,’ Mark thought to himself. ‘I hope that Ericson Sanders who is acting suspiciously is the person I’m looking for.’

  At that moment, Agent Roger entered Mark’s office. “I’ve found something interesting when I hacked into the email account of Ericson’s young secretary. Roger put an email print in front of Mark. “Look, Ericson’s secretary sent this to her sister:”

  I think the cops are following me, and I’m so scared! What should I do now?

  Mark read the email. “It’s obvious that Ericson’s secretary is hiding something from the police,” he said. “How would she know it was the police and why should she be scared of them?”

  “Exactly, that is what I thought,” Roger said.

  “Did you get her sister’s response?” Mark asked.

  “Unfortunately not, but we retrieved another email she sent to her sister after her first one,” Roger said referring to another email.

  Please don’t respond. I’m so stupid! I forgot my emails are not secure. I will meet you soon and we’ll talk together privately!

  “My guess is that Prof. Sanders told his secretary to be careful with her communications, and once she found out that one of our cops was following her, she might have panicked and sent those emails to her sister,” Roger said.

  “But why would she send emails to her sister and not to her boss, Prof. Sanders?” Mark asked.

  “Probably, she had already told her boss since she would see him daily in his office, and I would guess Ericson might also know that we are following them,” Roger said.

  Mark examined both emails carefully thinking, ‘Now, I know for sure that Prof. Sanders and his secretary are hiding something relevant to my quest. His lab has close links to Virtual-world™ who designed the suspicious gaming helmet. He is also a well-respected scientist with lots of links within TNARK and other labs around the world. If he is the one who is helping the faith-healer then I’m sure he is Young Nimrod,’ he thought to himself. “I need to know if Ericson has any links with the faith-healer,” Mark said.

  “Padsha Mali?” Roger wondered.

  “Yes,” Mark said. “From my investigations, I noticed many of the faith-healer’s online videos have been sponsored, and I would like know who is sponsoring them. He is also getting his healing power from a special water, and I don’t know where he is getting it from nor what supply he is holding, but I’m hoping that sooner or later the faith-healer will need more help from Young Nimrod.”

  “I can easily track the accounts that sponsor Padsha Mali’s videos,” Roger said.

  “I’m sure if you track them you will reach fake accounts and IDs, but it may be worthwhile monitoring Ericson and his secretary carefully as we might catch the tail sooner,” Mark said.

  “Ericson knows that we are monitoring him so he is very careful,” Roger said.

  “That is actually good for us. I’m sure he and his secretary are confused by now and sooner or later they will make a mistake and give us the evidence we need,” Mark suggested.

  Chapter 21

  Going back to his childhood when Young Nimrod was eight years old, he was the smartest student at his elementary school. Every day he came back home to tell his mother glorious stories about how good he was in class and how he alone had answered all the questions asked by teacher. Teachers sent praising and complimentary letters to his parents describing him as an exceptionally polite and clever student. He was number one in every subject, and his scores were always top, but he was envied by his peers.

  His father was a retired engineer and his mother was a nurse. He had a three year old sister who he always took care of. The day when Young Nimrod had turned eight, she began to pronounce his name correctly. A feeling of thrill, love, and passion came to Young Nimrod, and that was the best birthday gift anyone so far had given to him! He held his little sister in his lap and kissed her on the cheek. He was very happy that finally she could pronounce his name correctly.

  From that day on, Young Nimrod started to teach her spelling and the names of everything around her. He urged her to pronounce the difficult words correctly. Her pronunciations were funny and cute at the same time, and they made Young Nimrod and his parents laugh out loud every time she spoke. The family bond between brother and sister grew daily. Their parents were happy to have such a strong united family, and his mother was particularly relieved to think that when one day she and her husband left this life, her older son would take care of his sister.

  “It’s only two years before your sister goes to school like you,” the mother said to Young Nimrod. “She will grow up beautiful and smart just like you and she needs you to protect her.”

  “I promise you mother that I will protect her with my life,” Young Nimrod said confidently.

  As a retired engineer, Young Nimrod’s father liked to do everything by himself. He had the habit of not asking for help from anyone, and this trait extended to his beliefs. He himself didn’t believe in Abrahamic religions, and he always pitied people for praying to ∞Illuhim∞ to fulfil their wishes instead of doing things themselves. He wanted his kids to grow up following his path. “They need to depend fully on themselves and never ask for help especially from a mythical being,” he used to say. “This world is a jungle. There is no big universal ‘daddy’ as they want us to believe. No one cares about us but ourselves.”

  One day, Young Nimrod’s father decided to take his son to a museum where there was an ancient painting on the wall depicting the immortal dispute between the two ancient world titans, Nimrod and Abraham. Nimrod was depicted in the painting in his god form and his followers were bowing to him in the painting.

  “Who is that creature?” Young Nimrod asked his father referring to Nimrod’s character in the painting.

  “He is God, a real god who lived among his people, not hiding in the sky,” his father answered.

  Young Nimrod was very smart, and he was quick to understand what his farther was referring to.

  “Have you heard about the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World?” father asked.

  “Yes, they are amazing structures and buildings. We still wonder how ancient people were able to achieve them without any technology!” Young Nimrod answered.

  “Listen boy,” said the father to the son. “These people made wonders when they ruled the earth. They transcended us from lower beings living in the jungle into humans living in sprawling wondrous civilized empires that have ruled the entire ancient world as a single unity, a single super organism where kings like Nimrod, Zeus, Pharaoh, and Cyrus were the minds and their followers were the muscles. They all shared the same dream and aspired to transcend further to something even more than a human, a god.”

  “And why didn’t they transcend into gods?” Young Nimrod asked.

  “Because of this man.” The father pointed to Abraham in the painting who was standing alone among the bowing crowd refusing to submit to Nimrod. “He took the power of God from the humans and gave it to a mythical being of his imagination he called ∞Illuhim∞.” The father continued, “Imagine if Nimrod or Pharaoh who built the great pyramids and the Tower of Babel had the knowledge and the technology we have today? They would have taken us to the center of the galaxy by now!”


  ***

  Later that day when Young Nimrod returned home, he couldn’t sleep but kept thinking about the possibility of becoming a god, someone who could do anything, and was unlimited by the rules of Nature. Inspired by his thoughts, he took out a pen and a paper and started to draw Nimrod’s figure in his mind depicting him as an omnipotent force in the universe. As he drew one stroke after another, he thought about how to depict him as being omnipotent. He ended with an image that looked to him like his finest artistic creation so far. He decided that in the morning he would put the drawing in a frame and fix it to his wall to be an inspiration for him.

  Since he had spent the entire night drawing, he felt very tired and fell asleep beside his painting. The next morning when he awoke but before his eyes were completely open, he remembered the figure he had drawn the previous evening. He lifted his head, and to his shock, he saw that his little sister had scribbled all over his masterpiece! All of the sudden his eyes filled with anger and his teeth strongly clenched. He took the paper forcefully from his sister shouting at her, “Why have you done that! Why!”

  The little sister looked terrified as she had never seen her brother so angry!

  “I hate you!” he said to her.

  His little sister’s eyes filled with tears, and she started to cry and scream from fear and sorrow. That moment Young Nimrod was very angry to see that his masterpiece was now destroyed. His rage made him say to his sister, “I wish you didn’t exist.”

  By that time his mother had heard her child’s screams, and she hurried into the room to hold the crying toddler on her lap to comfort her. “You shouldn’t do that to your little sister,” she said. “You promised me to protect her and not to harm her.”