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This is the 4th revised release of this excerpt from the book to 
alt.sex.stories.moderated.

This previously was Chapter 72, and before that it was Chapter 68, 46, 
30, and at one time it was Chapter 1.  It will probably move forward 
again as more chapters get added to the book.

The previous title of this story was "I'm ...working on a use for child 
molesters ... I expect to have a lot of fun with ...them."

Note that the other chapters of this book were not posted here, in case 
you're wondering where the rest was.  This is an excerpt from the book, 
"In the Matter of: Instrument of God" and this is the fourth published 
revision of that excerpt.

Comments to the author are welcome.  Especially if you disagree with any 
of my points or don't like the story and have specific constructive 
criticism, but I will read all comments that aren't simply attacks.

To separate comments from the tons of spam I get every day, you might 
try putting "[IOG]" in the subject, so I'll know about this article.  I 
try to check all mail but some may get missed, if you don't hear from me 
within a day or two, send your message again.

   - -

Background to this story: The two people talking are in the Afterlife, 
which some consider to be Heaven.  They both are aware that they have 
died and are no longer alive, but as Akers points out, the place 
resembles a "weak clone" of earth.

   - -

Chapter 80
"Human beings know how to... cure... people... and yet God can't..."

	He stood up and shook hands.  "Hi, I'm Supervisor 246. Literally 
everyone in this world calls me 246 so you can if you'd like.  I think 
they said you're new here, uh," he looked down at the code - 13047 NV 
Akers 780126 - and decided to go on a first name basis. "Akers, and you 
wanted to talk on a complicated subject. Have a seat if you'd like."  He 
sat down.  Unnecessary, but a long force of habit.
	"I've had some questions about religion and I can't find anyone else 
who can seriously answer them.  They said you could."
	"They've probably been trying for several thousand years, but I'd like 
to try."
	"The first thing is, if this place is here, doesn't that mean that 
everything the Bible tells us about God is wrong, otherwise, shouldn't 
we be going to some place like that instead of a weak clone version of 
Earth?"
	"`Weak clone,' I like that term.  What, you don't like it here?"
	"Actually I don't like to admit it but I love it here, but I think a 
lot of my friends would believe I'm crazy to say that since we didn't 
make it to Heaven.  The real one, that is, if there is one."
	"Yeah, I know what you mean.  Well, let me tell you something, I would 
say basically, whether they want to admit it almost everyone loves it 
here.  How long have you been here?"
	"Three standard years."
	"Then you must love the place or you're deathly afraid to go back."
	"I'm never going back, there's too many things to do here and lots of 
things you can't do on earth.  And of course, well, ah, you know how the 
women are here."
	"Yeah.  They are wonderful, the most magic things on the face of the 
Afterlife and I love every one of them.  And as often as I can.  About 
how many women have you had sex with since you've been here?"
	He looks down at his shoes.  "Well, ah, I'm kind of embarrassed about 
it..."
	"Well, let's see.  You're a fairly cute looking young man if I have an 
idea of what women like, you've been here three standard years, based on 
the kid-in-a-candy-store theory of lots at first then settling down, 
plus the usual number of accepted propositions from women, I'd guess 
you've had sex with something in the neighborhood of a couple thousand 
women, possibly more than that, would that be about right?"
	Akers looked at him.  "A couple thousand?   I was thinking more like 
two or three hundred."
	"You've been here three standard years and you've only seen a couple 
hundred women?  Oh that's not much, I had more than that many in the 
first six standard months I was here.  A fairly nice looking guy like 
you has had sex with only a couple hundred women over three standard 
years, in a city with over a billion women, most of whom are totally 
uninhibited, horny all the time and realize there's no shame to having 
sex with lots of men, my, my.  Either you've got a lot more willpower to 
resist when they proposition you or you don't get out very often.   But 
we can discuss sex some other time, I love to talk about sex, but I'll 
try and work on your religious questions right now, since that's what 
you're here for, okay?"
	"Yeah, that's what I really came here to talk about."
	"Okay, then, now, this is one possible answer to your question.  Let's 
say that those who are really, really good and really, really special, 
got to go to Heaven and be with God as they say.  Now, maybe what 
happened is that the rest of us would have been destroyed automatically 
but the people who set this system up captured us and as a result, we're 
here instead of going out of existence.  And since God thinks we no 
longer exist, He's not looking for us and so we've slipped under His 
radar screen.  Let's say He set the system up automatically, checked 
that it worked then forgot about it and doesn't know we're being 
intercepted.  Or let's say He's decided to allow this place to operate 
for a while and is just allowing it to continue for the time being while 
He's busy with something else.  Or perhaps this is the Hell people go to 
when they die, and what they would have gotten in Heaven is so much 
better than what we can imagine here that this place is a world of 
torture by comparison.  Or maybe this is the Purgatory you go to after 
you die before you go either to Heaven or Hell and we're being judged 
first.  How do you like those answers?"
	"Huh.  Okay, at least I feel better about it now that you've given me 
some answers."
	"Okay, here's another possibility.  Have you ever played the game of 
`Telephone'?"
	"No.  What is it?"
	"I've seen it done and it's hilarious.  You write down a phrase, a 
message like you want to give someone.  Now, you whisper it, exactly as 
you wrote it, to someone, and have them whisper what you told them to a 
friend, and have them whisper it to a friend, and so on, then the last 
person says out loud what they heard, and you then show everyone the 
original message.  So you do this with eight or ten people and you 
discover the result.  Usually the final message has absolutely no 
relationship to the original message.  What's more interesting if you 
can get to hear each person as they relay it and see how it changes, 
sometimes the errors and omissions in the process can be absolutely 
stunning.
	"So, anyway, perhaps this is what Heaven is supposed to be, and God 
told those on earth exactly what it was.  Well, remember that the Bible 
is a written collection of stories that were told for thousands of years 
before people developed writing, stories passed down from the memories 
of those who heard them before.  So you have an oral history repeated 
umpteen thousand times over hundreds, or more likely thousands of years, 
by illiterate shepherds and farmers, and by the time it was written 
down, it had been embellished and changed so much that you couldn't 
recognize it from the original.   Maybe when someone told some of the 
important stories God corrected them if necessary, but allowed the 
stories of Heaven to change because first, it wouldn't matter what they 
said, they'll never find out until they died, and second, while He 
wanted people to know it was a pleasant place, He didn't necessarily 
want them to think it was so pleasant that it would encourage them to 
commit suicide en-masse to get here.  Or maybe He just told the truth 
and left it as is, and everything else was some embellishment by people 
of what they were told because they felt their version of what they had 
heard was better than the one that they got second-hand and thought God 
probably told the person who told them something different and decided 
to correct it. "
	"Well, since apparently everyone who dies gets in here, okay, then, if 
that's the case,  have you ever wondered where some of these myths come 
from?"
	"Like which ones?"
	"Well, I'm thinking of the concept of Hell, and damnation and so on. 
This place, for example.  Or what this place would have been if God was 
running it.  Well they say He is but you know what I mean."
	246 Smiled.  "Yeah, I happen to know God personally so I know what you 
mean.  Probably some minister needed some way to keep the money rolling 
in, so he sold his services as `fire insurance.'  Same reason a lot of 
people become Christians.  Probably all of them. At least it was in my 
case.  Fat lot of good it did me."
	"`Fire insurance'?"
	"Yeah, according to the Bible, you learn you're a sinner and will die, 
ending up in Hell and burning forever, or at least that's what a lot of 
people believe the Bible says, anyway.  About like getting violated 
six-ways-from-Sunday.  But you find out there's a way to avoid that.  If 
you believe that Christ died for your sins, and will save you from that 
horrible fate, if you confess your belief in him, you become a Christian 
- or Born-Again Christian if you like - and thus you don't end up in the 
fires of Hell."
	"Oh, I see.  But, anyway, I mean, I've never really understood the idea 
that if there was a God, that if someone was bad, He would make that 
person suffer forever, torture them for eternity, give them no chance to 
repair what had been done wrong if it was at all possible, and to top it 
off, punish them in such a way that it doesn't give anyone else a chance 
to learn from the poor bastard's misery.  It just seemed so... so... 
well if not cruel and heartless, at least terribly bad, some how.  Maybe 
as bad as whatever the person did; it would seem so... pointless, ahh, 
that's the word I'm thinking of, it seems like such a pointless exercise 
in futility."
	"Not bad.  Most people can't see the whole logic of the entire 
argument.  Especially when it's a religious argument.  Most of those are 
`hands off'."
	"I think you're right."
	"I'll tell you something, Akers.  With most men who have a religious 
system of beliefs, and a woman that they loved very deeply, would do 
what Lot did and sacrifice her, first before his religion."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Lot was in the twin cities of Sodom and Gomorrah looking for a few 
honest men, and he has a couple of VIPs from Heaven with him, when the 
local no-longer-boys choir come by looking for some backdoor action, and 
want to try the VIPs out for size.  So Lot brings out his two beautiful, 
frightened virgin daughters, and offers them to the crowd, telling them 
to do anything they want to them, violate them six-ways-from-Sunday, if 
they'll take the girls, go away and stop bothering him and his two VIPs. 
  You can find it in Genesis 19:8."
	"Uh, I've heard that before, I think you're borrowing that from a book 
somewhere."
	"I'll admit I didn't think of the reference. The idea for it is from 
'Stranger in a Strange Land' by Robert A. Heinlein."
	"Oh.  The reason I noticed it was that I happened to read up on it 
later and discovered they're not really virgins."
	"Really, really?"
	"Yeah.  I remember that later on it says that Lot, his daughters and 
his sons in law husbands of theirs left."
	"Hey, you're not too bad at this!  Well anyway, if you found a 
contradiction in most men's religious beliefs, and gave the man the 
choice to accept that those beliefs were wrong, or let you use his 
beautiful wife as the vessel of your desires, for acting out your choice 
of scenes from any ten porno flicks, he'd say, `here, take her and do 
with her as you will, just go away and leave my religion alone.'  Most 
people won't look too closely at their religion for fear they will find 
out what's wrong with it."
	"Man, you're pretty good with this.  Let's say you're a minister..."
	"Actually, I once owned a religion when I was back on earth. 
Incorporated it and everything.  I appointed myself Demigod.  I think 
that's three steps above Pope.  But go on."
	"Well anyway, you're a minister, and you tell people that if they do 
wrong there is a Hell in which they suffer forever, and I mean, forever, 
a billion, trillion years of suffering and torment for something they 
might do here and now during the measly 70 or 80 years that they are on 
earth.  Now, there might be justification for some people to be tortured 
like that, provided it was to teach someone else a lesson, you know, how 
Jacob Marley in A Christmas Carol comes back to tell Ebenezer Scrooge 
that he's got the same fate coming to him if he doesn't get his shit 
together?"
	"Gotcha."
	"In that sort of case, I can see where it makes sense.  He comes back 
to tell people what they're doing wrong.  But you can see where, ah, who 
wrote that book?"
	"Charles Dickens."
	"You can see where Dickens is subscribing to the same theory as 
Christianity is doing, if you make a mistake you suffer for it forever, 
and you can't ever do anything to fix it.  All Marley's Ghost can do is 
warn of the consequences but he can't ever get himself out of the pickle 
he's in.  And why is it that if he's able to warn Scrooge, wasn't he 
ever given any warning?"
	"Dramatic license.  The story really works quire well the way it's 
written.  Or maybe he was and the story doesn't tell it.  Or maybe he 
got a warning but ignored it."
	"Well, anyway, when you think about punishing people for enormous, 
unimaginably long periods of time, it seems ridiculous when you talk 
about some ordinary guy who does a few bad things in his life.  Maybe 
Chairman Mao, or what's-his-name, I think it was Pol Pot, who ran the 
Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, or Stalin, or Hitler, or some of those guys in 
Africa who got together and murdered or ordered the murder of millions 
of people..."
	"The Hutus in Rwanda killed 800,000 Tutsis in only 100 days, they 
probably paid overtime bonuses to get the job done faster, like that 
contractor in Los Angeles, who got the earthquake damaged freeway 
rebuilt 60 days early by running three shifts and all the overtime 
anyone wanted, and made 16 million dollars in extra profit.  Indonesia's 
President Suharto - with the tacit approval of U.S. President Ford and 
Secretary of State Henry Kissinger - ordered the invasion of East Timor 
where over 200,000 died; at least 100,000 of them were murdered in the 
first year alone.  As I understand it, the incident was so bad that 
Kissinger can't even visit Europe any more because he'd be arrested for 
War Crimes and almost certainly convicted.  Ismail Enver, Ahmed Jemal 
and Mehmet Talaat ran Turkey over Armenia to the tune of 1.5 million 
Armenians back in 1916, they probably gave the Nazis ideas."
	"Uh, no `probably' about it."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I once did a report on it for a class, and I remember reading 
somewhere how those who questioned if the world would let Hitler get 
away with murdering the Jews were met with his response: `No one 
remembers the Armenians.'"
	"Looks like you're pretty good too, Akers.   Sometimes I think Genocide 
must be like one of those really great TV shows because it constantly 
keeps coming back in reruns."
	"Well, anyway, I can see where scumbags like them deserve to burn in 
Hell forever.  And some of these really bad people, ones who hurt 
others, I can see where maybe that might be appropriate, but still, if 
all they do is rot in torture, and nobody knows about it, what is the 
point?"
	"Maybe there isn't any point."
	"But some minister is going to tell me that a guy who cheats on his 
wife, or embezzles a few thousand Euros, and doesn't get to God, or 
Jesus, or whatever it is, deserves as much endless torture and 
suffering, as some unforgivable bastards like them?"
	"On earth we - as in humans - put people in jail for life, without 
possibility of parole."
	"That's just to keep them away from everyone else, mostly because 
either they did something really bad that they can't come back to 
society and continue to practice their trade, and also because we don't 
know how to fix them so they don't come back and continue to practice 
their trade.  Or because they don't qualify for the death penalty.  Or 
they don't have a death penalty where they did it.  I don't see the 
point of sentencing someone to `eternity in torture, without possibility 
of parole'."
	"Maybe that's because they have to be kept out of the general 
population of souls in Heaven and the people running the place don't 
know how to cure them."
	"That doesn't make much sense either.  Human beings know how to use 
certain drugs to treat the symptoms of, or even cure many mental 
problems and fix people who would otherwise be a threat, and yet God 
can't fix bad people, other than treating them like used tires in a tire 
fire or tossing them from a landfill into an endless incinerator and 
washing his hands of them?  He doesn't have as much smarts as we do?"
	"Again, maybe it's because they need to keep really bad people, like 
those who kill, murderers, for example, out of Heaven.  Well, the Heaven 
as depicted by the Bible, anyway."
	"Keep murderers out of Heaven?  If there's any place that has lots of 
those, it's Heaven!  Not counting those people who became born-again 
Christians on death row and then got, uh, what was that term you used on 
TV for an execution?"
	"A seat on ol' sparky and a 10,000 volt suppository."
	"Yeah that.  Then there are those who turned over in prison and 
eventually got out.  They are apparently changed people but they killed 
others and when they die they get to go to Heaven."
	"Uh huh."
	"So saying that mere murderers need to be kept out of Heaven is 
ridiculous.  Or something that might be worse can still get into Heaven. 
  Look, I can run an abortion mill, stick a drill into a fetus then 
insert a vacuum and suck the brains out of babies that hadn't had the 
luck to be born..."
	"And maybe even a few that were born, but the parents don't want it, so 
you don't say anything, Dr. Akers, M.D., you just insert the needle full 
of formaldehyde into the skull, squeeze the trigger, pumping the poison 
through the spinal cord, where it reaches the cortex
and dissolves the brain into jelly.  The parallel to sex gets me excited 
just thinking about it.  So after you've raped the brain to death, you 
put the head in a vice and crush the skull, then dump the garbage in a 
trash bag.  Neat, clean, send the ex-parents a bill, and send in the 
next soon to be no longer a woman in trouble in, so you can scrape and 
rip out her problem.  Regular assembly line of death, and a nice profit. 
  I've heard even the Nazis at the death camps were slackers compared to 
a good abortuary running at full tilt."
	"You are sick, Supervisor 246, sick."
	"So as half of our world tells me. Hey, babe, I'm just admitting what's 
going on."
	"Well, anyway, I do that, day in, day out, at a couple hundred bucks a 
pop, butcher 50,000 or 200,000 fetuses for profit until I've made a few 
million, then decide I shouldn't do that, because I've become a 
Christian, so I'm forgiven, and one day when I'm 86 I drop dead on a 
golf course, go to Heaven and get to stay there in paradise forever."
	246 Smiles, sardonically. "You really think Heaven would be paradise? 
I hope I get the chance to see it."
	"You know what I mean.  But a guy who steals a TV set to feed his 
heroin addiction and is shot by the cops, but dies before he gets the 
chance to discover, ah, Christ is it?"
	"`For God so loved the world that He sent his only begotten son, that 
whosoever should believe in Him should not perish, but have eternal 
life.'  John 3:16, the world's most translated phrase in all literature."
	"Okay, so anyway, the guy stealing a TV dies before he gets that, and 
as a result, he gets eternal torture, uh, what did you call it?"
	"Being violated six-ways-to-Sunday."
	"He gets that. Going back to me being a doctor who decided to stop 
doing abortions and become a born-again Christian, I'm a 
baby-slaughterer par excellence, but still a welcome member of Heaven, 
he's a minor thief and an everlasting member of the damned."
	246 smiles. "Yeah.  Ain't that wonderful?"
	"Wonderful?"
	"Yeah. It's a really great way to run a universe.  The confessed, no 
matter how bad their crimes, never get any punishment and get to go free 
forever, while those who didn't confess, no matter how tiny theirs, are 
punished forever and can't ever get free.  Exact inverse.  Or, let's put 
it in our terms:  Those who confess, we `love `em back into the world', 
those who didn't confess we `violate `em six-ways-to-Sunday'.  Some 
people say it's how I think, backward.  Maybe they're right."
	"I think it's a fucking stupid way to run things.  And what do you 
mean, you think backward?  You dyslexic or something?"
	"No, not exactly.  Did you hear about that incident a few weeks ago at 
the Picketing Zone near the Main Entrance?"
	"Yeah, the riot, I saw it on ANN, the Afterlife News Network.  That was 
sort of strange.  But I still don't understand what you mean by backward."
	"If you remember the TV show, I came out in public saying that it was 
correct. for the police to leave the guy holding the anti-Semitic poster 
to be able to continue to show it, while the cops violated all the other 
people who were fighting, many of whom were victims of German 
Concentration camps, hauled them off to jail in handcuffs, for breaking 
Rule #1 by hitting people.  They had suffered horrible things, some we 
wouldn't want to imagine; he had cruelly and viciously insulted their 
suffering.  I said that he's a law abiding citizen, they're criminals. 
Backward.
	"But you forgot what happens to the aborted fetuses and murdered 
babies.  If you take theology literally, the doctor who becomes a 
Christian, and any of the women who had their fetuses destroyed who also 
do, get into Heaven but because the fetuses were unable to confess their 
sins to Christ, they can't make it and they too, get to ride that 
highway to Hell."
	"I would have thought that babies and children who don't know any 
better would go to Heaven automatically."
	246 shook his head. "A nice idea not supported by scripture.  I think 
the line which Jesus uses is something like, `There is no way to the 
Father, none, not any, except through Me.'  Jesus is the gatekeeper to 
salvation, either you get it from him or you don't get it at all.  The 
concept of babies and children automatically going to Heaven is from the 
`kinder, gentler' school of Christianity that also believe in what you 
feel about the unfairness of eternal torture, so they solved the problem 
by saying that when people are really bad, they are destroyed.  But 
that's not a good solution, either."
	"Why not?  It sounds a whole lot more reasonable and kind than endless 
torture."
	"Yeah, but then it loses the hold on people through future punishment."
	"You've lost me somewhere."
	"Religion uses the idea of damnation - eternal burning in Hell - as a 
punishment to keep people from going nihilistic and doing anything they 
damn well please to anyone.  Okay for this example, we've decided that 
there is no Hell when you die, if you're bad you just cease to exist. 
So, let's go under the knife and go back to life on earth."
	"Nice place, interesting to visit, wouldn't want to stay there, though."
	"I like that!  You're catching on!  Well, anyway, you're this really 
bad guy, oh something really, really, bad, let's say, hmm, tax collector."
	"Get serious."
	"You want it serious?  I'll give you serious.  Okay, you're a 
professional kiddie raper.  A child molester specializing in really 
young girls.  The really precious ones that break your heart, you know, 
the adorable ones that are so cute."
	"Uh huh.  I don't like where you're going here."
	"Bear with me.  So you see this nice, juicy looking little girl, turns 
out she's a beautiful little 7-year old, pixie face, blond hair, she's 
so cute, so sweet and innocent.  So you get the mother out of the store 
on a pretext, say her car's been damaged by an accident, or  maybe you 
wait until she comes out, then knock her out and take her keys.  Grab 
the 7-year old, whose name is Margaret, by the way, who would some day 
grow up to be a lovely young lady and break a bunch of men's hearts, and 
drive off in her mother's car to yours, which is two blocks away so 
nobody gets your license plate.  By now you've given Maggie something to 
knock her out.  Dump the car there, wipe the steering wheel, get in 
yours and drive off.  So the police have no leads, you get away clean 
and they'll never find you. You take our little girl home and tie her to 
the bed, spread eagled and naked.  Once Maggie wakes up, you get into 
bed..."
	"I really don't think I want to hear this."
	"Oh come on, you'll like the results."
	"I doubt it strongly."
	"So, anyway, beautiful little Margaret, blue eyes, 7 years old, is 
lying naked and spread eagled on the bed, scared to death, and 
rightfully so.  You tell her that in a moment she's going to feel 
something slide between her legs and inside of her and it's going to 
hurt, a lot.  This will make her tense up, which is exactly what you 
want as it will make her vagina even tighter. You've got this really 
stiff hard on, so you get on top of her, aim yourself, then arch your 
back as high as you can, and give a mighty plunge, aiming straight for 
her twat.  In one second, BOOM! Your dick hits the opening, slides into 
her, as you hear her scream in agonizing pain and perhaps arch her back 
as a result.  But unfortunately for her, she does it the wrong way which 
makes it even better for you, as your dick continues scraping against 
her extremely tight vagina, hits the hymen, shatters it as she screams 
again, then your cock plunges into her tightness until you bottom out, 
giving her an agonizing bang on the cervix.
	"Then you back up and start pounding on her like you're trying to match 
the cadence of the 78 rpm phonorecord  of the Anvil Chorus for maybe a 
couple minutes, in her tight pussy which is now well lubricated.  With 
blood.  Hers.  Then you come, a really, really good satisfying orgasm to 
reward you for all the work you've done, and you pour the pork into her. 
  You've just had a whale of a good time while this kid is in really 
horrible pain and if Maggie will ever be normal again it's sweepstakes 
odds she can never have children.  That doesn't matter much as you wait 
until your dick is hungry again, but her twat is pretty much wasted now. 
  But she's got another opening."
	"Oh please."
	"All right, I'll skip the details.  Suffice to say you rip her a new 
one - literally - and you've finished with her down there.  So you put 
her on her knees facing you, a block in her mouth so she can't bite 
down, stand in front of her, grab her by the back of the head, then run 
your dick in until it hits the back of the throat and the gag reflex 
hits, and you ride that dick milker until you come again and spurt it in 
her."
	"This is even worse."
	"Oh I haven't even come - no pun intended - close to worse.  You've 
only had her for the better part of a couple of hours.  You haven't 
ruined her mouth as you have down below, you could probably sell her to 
some other pervert for the same thing.  But it's too risky, so you 
decide you want to feed your need one more time.  This time you look at 
lovely Maggie with those beautiful blue eyes, now clouded in a miasma of 
pain and betrayal, and decide to really have some fun with her!  This 
time you step over her shoulders so you're riding her face like a 
bicycle, ram your dick into her again, to get her throat to milk you 
again, but this time you start pumping it in and out so you can get even 
more pleasure!  Then finally you hold her head tightly against you so 
that her nose is blocked by the pudendum at the base of your penis, so 
she can't breathe. You leave it in her throat as she chokes and gags 
until she passes out, struggling, which also feels good, and finally 
dies, so the last thing she ever feels in that world is your dick 
cutting off her airway.  You then dump the body in a lime pit and sell 
the pictures of her and maybe of what you've been doing to her."
	"I think I'm going to be sick.  You scare me.  You sound like you've 
had considerable experience in this line of work."
	"Never.  The closest I ever did was sentence a woman to be raped, or 
rather, almost raped, as punishment of a conviction for the equivalent 
of a rape that she did, of someone else.  And it wasn't that bad for her 
  You can read about it in the case reports if you're interested."
	"So, anyway, there's a point to the story about the child molester?"
	"Yeah.  You do this maybe 40, 50 times and you finally get caught.  You 
go to prison and you get the Jeffrey Dahmer treatment, and you're lying 
crumpled up on the floor of a prison shower with a shiv up your ass and 
your own blood coagulating on the floor.  I told you that you'd like the 
ending.  The guy, you, gets what he deserves, a nice messy death."
	"I don't think I like it much.  And wasn't Dahmer beaten to death?"
	"Doesn't matter. Dahmer was murdered in prison by another inmate, the 
method is irrelevant.  That's what I mean when I say `the Jeffrey Dahmer 
treatment:' to be violently murdered in prison by some other inmate who 
didn't like your crime.  Actually, I met Jeffrey Dahmer shortly after he 
died.  Was such a mild mannered guy, you wouldn't think he had it in him 
to do what he did.  In view of how many people didn't like him, he 
decided to do a u-turn, to immediately go under the knife and go back to 
earth to try again as a baby, but to prevent the same thing from 
happening again he chose to get a Real Sex Change and start over as a 
woman this time.
	"But anyway, while you don't like my story, you'll like this even less. 
  If, before you, the multiple child molester, died, you learned about 
Christ and confessed your sins to him, and accept him as your savior, 
then you go to Heaven anyway despite all that you did to those lovely 
little girls - like poor little Margaret - that you brutalized to death. 
  If you didn't accept Christ, then ..."
	"Well deserved eternal damnation?"
	Supervisor 246 smiled.  "No.  Nothing!"
	"Huh?"
	"Remember, in this example we're saying there is no Hell to be 
eternally damned to, so if you don't make it to Heaven you are 
destroyed.  Or as they say in the computer business, expunged.  Since 
you didn't get saved, you die, dead, your soul disintegrates and you 
never know anything.  You don't get punished at all.  And the 50 little 
girls you raped, sodomized and horribly murdered, like poor little 
Margaret, don't get into Heaven either - they just cease to exist too - 
because they didn't know Christ.
	"Now let's put Hell and eternal damnation back on the table for a moment.
	"I'll even grant you the premise that little kids get into Heaven if 
they're below the age to understand right from wrong, which is probably 
6 or so.  Whoops!  Sorry, Maggie, you knew when you stole those pieces 
of candy at the store the week before this incident happened that it was 
wrong and you did it anyway.  When the kiddie raper got you, that was 
just too bad.  You died, you were old enough to know what you were 
doing, you failed to accept Christ as your savior, you're going to Hell 
for eternity babe!  Watch our friend the child molester and wave as he 
goes by as you pass him on his way to Heaven.
	"It doesn't matter what age you assign that we let people in because of 
innocence, sooner or later I'm going to get you with some sick story 
about some poor unfortunate who is above the age limit, didn't do much 
of anything wrong who got brutalized to death, did not know Christ, and 
went to Hell forever and the guy - or girl, but it's usually a guy - who 
brutalized her, did know Christ, and went to Heaven forever."
	"So the idea of no Hell if you die and mere destruction is an 
unsatisfactory solution too, while it gets rid of the problem of the 
concept of unlimited pointless torture of burning in eternal damnation, 
but now you don't have anything after people die to threaten them with 
if they don't do right and act nice while on earth.  If you are saved 
you get Heaven, you're bad you get nonexistence.
	"Actually, if Existence was a game it wouldn't be too bad.  If you win, 
you win big, if you lose, you'll never know.  Someone once said that you 
had to have immortality in order to be able to have a reason for 
morality.  If this Afterlife that people talk about so much wasn't 
around, what reason is there to do anything nice and decent?  In that 
case, the only true reason to live your life is to practice nihilism.
	"What you really should do in that case, is have all the fun you can 
have, be even worse than our good buddy and well respected member of 
Heaven, the man who raped Margaret to death, and be sure to kill anyone 
that gets in your way, plus don't forget to steal, plunder and pillage 
too, every crime you commit is free, no extra charge and don't forget to 
kill a few cops the next time you rob a donut shop by the way, we 
appreciate your business!
	"It doesn't matter, whether you're good or bad, once you die you still 
die dead and you never get any extra punishment - in fact you get no 
punishment at all - for your crimes.  Whether you're the holiest of holy 
people or the worst scumbag on the face of the earth, nothing happens to 
you after you die, you just cease to exist.
	"So the choice is up to you, either you have some form of Afterlife for 
those who meet the criteria, which probably ain't that hard to do, and 
really serious torture for eternity for those who don't, or nothing at 
all and no punishment for the wicked, and maybe no reward for the 
virtuous either.  You pays your money and you takes your chances but you 
never know how the game will end until it does.  And maybe you never 
find out after all."
	"Something about this doesn't make any sense, or seem right."
	"None of it does.  If there was a God it would be more sense to excise 
out the bad in someone who made a mistake, get rid of whatever was 
wrong, and then put the rest - who wasn't responsible for what the bad 
part made them do - back into productive society.  Either that, or, if 
they are really double-plus ungood, like our child molester above and 
you can't fix them, find a use for them."
	"Find a use for child molesters?"
	"Yeah.  I'm actually working on a use for child molesters and rapists, 
if it works I expect to have a whole lot of fun with a few of them. 
Maybe a lot of them if I'm right."
	"What, make them victims of what they did?"
	"No, worse."
	"I think maybe I don't want to know what's worse than being a victim of 
a child molester, just from the sickening examples you gave, or what 
kind of punishment you could do that's worse than what they did.  And if 
you can, I'm kind of worried.  Of you."
	"Oh it's not that bad.  Just give them what they want.  And lots of it."
	"Giving a child molester lots of victims is punishment to the molester?"
	"Yeah.  If I'm right we're going to have unbelievable gratification at 
the expense of some of these scumbags.  Let me say I'm going to really 
enjoy it when they get exactly what they want."
	"What, you plan to be the molester?"
	"No."
	"What then?"
	"I plan to be the victim, the one like our precious Maggie, who is 
being raped.  I'm going to be the one who really gets to have fun.  See, 
I told you: I think backwards."
	"And you think that is going to be a lot of fun?"
	He smiled "Yeah.  Let's just say that those child raping bastards are 
really going to be taken for a ride."

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