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Comet Klenzer

          Klenzer  began  laughing  or  crying,  then  swallowed  whatever
        was  struggling  up  out  of  his  throat.  “Do  you  really  believe  in  the
        prophecies  of  Revelations?  Is  all  the  fire  and  brimstone  of
        apocalyptic  millenarianism  that  I  have  heard  you  present  so
        eloquently on the airwaves a sham and a pretense? All the little old
        ladies  and  uneducated  rednecks  who  send  you  their  hard-earned
        money—are they being hoaxed?”
          “What!  How  dare  you  insinuate  that?  If  there’s  anyone
        involved with a hoax in this room, it isn’t me. Scripture is the source
        of my belief, not some smudge on a nonexistent photograph!”
          Brother Daniel shrugged. “It’s a moot point. Either or both of us
        could  be  in  it  just  for  personal  gain,  subscribing  to  no  particular
        world-view but cynical selfishness. Your signs and portents announce
        the scourge of God; mine the inevitability of Newtonian physics. If
        we work together, we can arouse the fears rampant in this ignorant
        and superstitious age to a new high, raking in contributions neither of
        us  could  get  if  we  compete  for  the  same  market.  With  lower
        overhead, the effect will be synergistic. But we haven’t much time—
        literally.  We  don’t  have  to  like  each  other,  don’t  even  have  to
        acknowledge publicly that we are in business together. Let me assure
        you,  Reverend  Blood:  this  is  far  better  than  getting  into  a  name-
        calling,  mud-slinging  feud  which  the  press  will  love  and  our
        supporters hate. What do you say?”
          “I  say  I’d  rather  die  than  be  associated  with  you.”  Drew  Blood
        stood up in a huff and took three paces toward the door. “But, ah,
        just to satisfy my curiosity, exactly what are you planning to do?—to
        prepare for the worst, as you put it.”
          “I’m  afraid  only  the  chosen  few  in  my  inner  circle  know  the
        answer  to  that,  Reverend  Blood.  You  may  imagine  what  level  of
        donation  that  implies.  Let  me  simply  say  that  seating  on  an  ark  is
        always limited. Of course, if you are quite certain that God will be
        resurrecting you immediately after the comet disrupts the terrestrial
        biosphere  and  wipes  out  most  of  the  existing  plant  and  animal
        species, then you will not need a ticket for what promises to be a very
        bumpy  ride.  Good  day  to  you,  Reverend,  and  please  make  an
        appointment before you call again.”


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