Sins & Science by Natasha Tremblay

Author:Natasha Tremblay [Tremblay, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Satire, Science Fiction, apocalyptic, scifi, science fantasy, death, Love, liverpool, LGBTQ, religion, catholic, pope, parody, gay, twins, comedy, Humor, priest
Publisher: Brain Lag
Published: 2021-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Isidora screamed as the green fluid burned her face. She frantically wiped her eyes and cheeks in an attempt to get the acidic venom off her skin, but couldn’t seem to get rid of the pain. She felt something cold drag across her face, followed by a sense of relief.

“Holy water from the River Mersey,” said Father Peter, wiping her with a white hand towel.

She opened her eyes and they met his. They were joyful as ever.

“Is the old man gone?” she asked.

“He’s gone.”

“Thank God you’re all right,” she said, and threw her arms around him.

“Great choice of words,” said Father Peter.

“Thank God he’s all right? He attacked me!” said Quentin, pushing Father Peter aside. “And none of us is all right. Look at the bloody sky!”

The bright blue sky was growing increasingly pixelated, like a low-resolution image. The buildings and the river followed, fading into a series of coloured dots outlined in black. The three looked at one another and realized that they themselves were becoming pixelated. The colours of the world around them were reduced to various fluorescent shades of red, green and blue. Any distinction between the sky, the warehouses and the people blended into a series of pixels. The number of pixels increased exponentially, until they appeared completely black. Isidora, Father Peter and Quentin found themselves inside a dark void of non-existence.

“No wonder the old man took off,” said Quentin.

“Are you all still there?” asked Isidora. Though nothing was visible, nor audible, she could feel their presence and hear their thoughts echo in her mind.

“You say that as if it were possible for a soul to disappear,” said Father Peter.

“What a rubbish afterlife,” said Quentin.

“If the old man got out, so can we,” said Isidora.

The empty, seemingly eternal void was oddly claustrophobic.

“It’s important not to get lost in here, so try to keep it together,” said Father Peter, though it was unclear whether the advice was for the others or for himself.

Isidora gathered her wits. She visualized how the world used to be.

“Father Peter, the old man got into the virtual world because you blessed the water, correct?”

She felt his confirmation. Concentrating and visualizing the lost world, Father Peter sensed the image she was recreating. He added himself to the image, standing over where he blessed the water.

“The barrier broke in the River Mersey,” she said. “But how do we retrace that in here?” She stopped visualizing, snapping back to the reality of endless darkness.

“Based on the pattern of the pixels, and relying on your mental picture, I’ve managed to map it out,” said Quentin. He felt Father Peter’s astonishment and Isidora’s skepticism.

The truth was, Quentin loved maps, graphs, charts, and any visual representation of organized data. But he especially loved maps. His fondest childhood memories included boxing, football, studying the topography of southeast Asia, creating a 3D map of the London Underground, discovering Canada through its federal electoral results per constituency over the years, travelling through America by memorizing the routes of the country’s major highways, and learning about Spain’s regions by analyzing their climatic variations.

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