Oh, God! You Devil

The Last Town (The Wayward Pines Trilogy, Book 3) (07/15/2014)

Blake Crouch

page 91 (Amazon Kindle Version)

Pilcher

He'd killed power to the entire valley, but the surveillance cameras ran on batteries, and most were night vision-enabled. The screens showed what the cameras saw, and the cameras were in every room of every home. In every business. In bushes. Hidden in streetlamps. They triggered off the microchips embedded in every resident of Wayward Pines, and, my, were they popping tonight.

Almost every monitor lit up.

On one screen: an abby chasing a woman up a flight of stairs.

On another: three abbies ripping a man apart in the middle of a kitchen.

- A mob of people running for their lives down the middle of Main Street, overtaken by abbies in front of the candy store.

- An abby devouring Belinda Moran in her recliner.

- Families sprinting down hallways.

- Parents trying to shield children against a horror they were incapable of stopping.

So many frames of suffering, terror, and despair.

Pilcher took a drink from a bottle of scotch - this one from 1925 - and tried to think about how to feel about this. There was precedent of course. When God's children rebelled, God laid down a righteous beating.

A soft voice, the one he'd long since learned to ignore, whispered through the gale-force madness in his head, Do you really believe you're their God?

Does God provide?

Check.

Does God protect?

Check.

Does God create?

Check.

Conclusion?

Fucking A.

The search for meaning was the human cornerstone of disquiet, and Pilcher had removed that impediment. He'd given the four hundred sixty-one souls in that valley an existence beyond their wildest fantasies. Given them life and purpose, shelter and comfort. For no other reason that he had chosen them, they were the most important members of their species since h. sapiens had begun to walk the savannahs of East Africa two hundred thousand years ago.

*They* had brought this reckoning to bear. They had demanded full knowledge, knowledge they were ill-equipped to stomach. And when faced with the truth from Ethan Burke, they had revolted against their creator.

Still, watching their deaths on the monitors wounded him.

He had treasured their lives. This project meant nothing without people.

But still - fuck them. Let the abbies have them all.








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Oh, God! You Devil (1984)

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The Last Town (The Wayward Pines Trilogy, Book 3) Kindle Edition

by Blake Crouch (Author)

The third book in the internationally bestselling series that inspired the Fox TV show.

Secret Service agent Ethan Burke arrived in Wayward Pines, Idaho, three weeks ago. In this town, people are told who to marry, where to live, where to work. Their children are taught that David Pilcher, the town’s creator, is god. No one is allowed to leave; even asking questions can get you killed.

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Print Length: 308 pages

Publisher: Thomas & Mercer (July 15, 2014)

Publication Date: July 15, 2014








Kerry Burgess, excerpt from my private journal: 10/23/2006 7:38 PM

I wrote the other day that the B41 might have been the weapon I used on that comet in 1976.








Kerry Burgess, excerpt from my private journal: 10/23/2006 7:38 PM

Maybe it also explains, if it happened, why I took a B41 with me to destroy the comet in 1976. I don’t think it is a coincidence, if true, about how the remaining B41’s were retired in July 1976. I wrote the other day that it might have been 7/4/76 when I hit the comet.








Posted by Kerry Burgess - H.V.O.M at 5:41 AM Saturday, November 03, 2007

I have pondering over this detail for a while and I have been thinking it was some kind of automated beacon from the Orion ship. I don't know where I left it. Orbiting the Sun maybe. So anyway, I have been thinking I programmed it to make this signal on this particular day. I don't think it is a coincidence.

I try to remember how pleased I probably felt after returning to Earth in April 1977. Can you imagine what that was like for me to return to Earth in April 1977 after my mission to successfully divert the comet? How great a feeling would that be after all that? Everywhere I looked, I saw the results of my success. Every single positive detail about life I saw represented success to me. The trees stood there as proof to my success. I would have returned to nothing but ashes and a few pissed off survivors in their underground bunkers if I had failed.



- posted by Kerry Burgess 7:38 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 10/29/2019