The Beast Has Eyes

Many people think that Wednesday night's storm in St. Louis was induced by the heat. I have evidence to the contrary.

In an earlier post, I've talked about the new time clocks at UPCI HQ that require hand scans. Many believe this is just the first step towards the need for Tim LaHaye's Tribulation Force--the Mark of the Beast. Up until now, I've been skeptical . . . but now I can see that the Beast is alive.

SHE'S ALIVE
As of Monday, this new clock has been plugged in, greeting employees ominously as they enter the building. Oh sure, we still use the old thoroughly-Apostolic timeclock, swiping our timecards in Jesus name. But all the while, . . nearby She beckons . . .

"--ENTER ID--," She coos.

Though noone in the building has, as of yet, been bold enough to receive the Mark, Her time is coming. She has a holographic silver underbelly which seductively entices the hand to touch. Many times I've found myself placing my right hand upon Her plastic pegs, toying with the thought of Her convenience. "Swiping can be so exhausting," I tell myself. ". . . all I have to do is place my hand here, and I can get paid? It's sooo easy . . ." but we all know the outcome of that story, don't we.

THE STORM
So Wednesday night, I was in HQ when "The Storm of 2006" hit. All night long I could feel Her drawing power from the atmosphere, but I didn't want to say anything. . . That would sound crazy.

But then there was a pop! All of the computers suddenly exhaled their last breath of the night as the power crashed. The building was black . . . except for Her. I rubbed my eyes for sanity's sake, but the vision remained the same. Everywhere darkness, but in the foyer, just inside the entrance to the building, there was one little light. It was Her! Calling me to touch her . Unfazed by the ravaging winds, Her siren's call remained the same, . . . "--ENTER ID--," she cooed.

It's a good thing I don't know my ID or I'd be doomed for sure. Unaffected by the storm, She was its source. But I can't prove a thing. All we can do is wait until Her damage gets out of control . . . Then I'll say, "I warned you. . . "

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