Prologue: Every year on the anniversary of the prophet's death, they’d bring the body out to its original spot. Back through the rice paddies of the western region 6.6. Leaving a strewn river of spiked mud. Scientists in gear would tow a hover pallet to the exact spot where they found him and try to glean more understanding from his presence rather than what he left behind. That is what they think when they write down their findings. The way the stalks of the young rice greens hover gently beneath his body. The second hemisphere sun beats everywhere, except there. They will shine their globe magnifiers in all directions, but nary a shadow will enter the 5x5 prohibiter. There is no reason when questions go unanswered. No evidence surfaced. Part 1 “The Authority have been called.” Jehoven speaks bluntly as he pushes a wet rag up over his hair, slicking back what little grew there. As a farmer Jehoven’s only job was to speculate the growing season, no time could be spared from pla...