First Session

In the beginning :

He was letting his nerves get to him.

This was only a yearly review. But he had been failed once. In fact this was his second siting. But his yearly reviews were now a rigorous ordeal.

Entering the campus was no longer an invigorating experience. Originally he had been overcome by the pure opulence. Everything so elegantly crafted and carefully laid out. All the campus buildings so gracefully designed, set in exquisite grounds. He remembered his fresher days. His first glance at the large emporium, the overwhelming satisfaction. He had arrived and he was part. For him this was almost heaven. Geographically speaking it was just that.

But now it was very different. Any slip in the review and the bastards could pull the plug on him. No longer a member.

He looked at the tribunal. He recognized all three members. He ought to. According to his Jews it was over nine thousand times. Ah yes 'his Jews' they stuck that one on him almost as soon as he seemed too close to them. Even here they don't like them. Can't say I blame them , he thought , they have driven me nuts at times.

Then the formal proceedings started. The chairman cleared his throat. He had a deep sonorous voice flowing silver hair, beautiful features. So distinguished. A real God if ever there was one.

' We are commencing the yearly review of God. This is Gods second sitting. He failed his first with building of the ' . He was lost for words. Ruffling through his papers he found the name and said it together with the deputy chairman who remembered everything. Little cross eyed Ginger sod, mad on forces and physics. Finicky and prickly only concentrating on my mistakes or some abstruse mega equation that only he understood or made up.

In unison came the word 'dinosaurs' . One magnificent voice and one squeaky sarcastic accompaniment.

'Ah yes the dinosaurs. How could I ever forget them?' I was sure he hadn't. Just as sure as I was that the Ginger freak would chime in. It was in no way reassuring to know that I was correct. In he came. ' How many eons did you waste on that little escapade? Only to try wipe your report book clean by cooking them. Cooking the books eh? '

We all were a little taken aback. Even obscure by the Ginger cretins really high standards in being obscure.

The third judge saved the day. She was the nearest equivalent to a female if they had them amongst the creators. She was so nebulous and so white a cloud with a divine, in every sense, smell, she was radiant her voice was like a cross between a tinkle and whisper. And she used it to clarify the situation. 'No, no ' , she insisted. 'He tried heaving a great block at them. When that didn't go so well he froze them'. That really got the Ginger inquisitor going.

' Of course, he is saving the cooking for this lot. If it goes wrong he'll say it was evolution. That'll let him have a third sitting or so he thinks. No way I say. I don't know what is the obsession with cooking. Already had his Jews in gas ovens. What's he calling this one? Global whoring or something like that '

I was just about to correct him. The tension was rising and battle lines being drawn.

The chairman could feel his overall splendor and standing were both being undermined. So he tried to be a chairman. To all of our surprises he succeeded.

' I think that is an excellent point to start. The idea of evolution. Let's review that first. '

To everyones amazement the creamed vortex tinkled in with another idea. The chairman looked irritated. On she went ' I always had a fascination for the ' big bang'. '

Her fellow board members glanced at her and each other. They were wondering if there was some kind of implicit message. Now if this was an earth woman I would have been closer to a definitive answer. Ginger moron saw a great chance to get at the chairman and also talk about forces. Somethings that were not passed up easily. In this case they weren't passed up at all.

For a smallest fraction of time ginger and the vortex so intermingled they were as one yet distinctly separated. Their colours streaked and then they separated. She glowed and he smirked. I wondered if he'd light a creators equivalent of a cigarette? But this was the kind of thing that qualified creators do. The chairman, not to be outdone added his thing from the creators repertoire. His beard and hair moved imperceptibly and changed to a very subtle hue of red. So did his piercing blue eyes.

But it was all over. A power play and reminder that I was not a fully qualified creator.

'Ok God, start from there.'

I drew a deep breath and started..........