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The Wind God’s Last Altar

          These rituals are performed on the metal stairs leading to the access
          hatch of the wind turbine. That portal is sealed, still protected by a
          long-dead touch pad designed to transmit an encrypted  code to a
          lock  inside  the  tower.  But  the  door  is  never  touched:  it  is
          considered sacred and taboo. To get a message to the wind god, its
          high priests bang on the hollow metal tower with rocks. They hope
          the slight reverberations will travel up almost 300 feet and get their
          unhelpful deity’s attention.”
            “Well,  there  you  have  it,  folks:  a  post-apocalyptic  scenario
          reduced to one small place on the planet. What could happen next?
          Could the underground wiring be uncovered by shifting sands and a
          shaman  or  two  electrocuted?  The  nacelle  of  this  last  functioning
          turbine suddenly fall off, its 150-foot blades either wreaking havoc
          among the faithful or punching a hole in the earth directly over a
          previously unknown source of water, in either case a clear response
          of  the  wind  god  to  human  entreaties?  Or  the  thing  just  stop
          working  like  the  others,  becoming  as  mute  as  Stonehenge  or  the
          moai on Easter Island? There has to a protagonist, to bear witness
          or be a victim or beneficiary of whatever the outcome is. I haven’t
          decided  on  that,  either.  How  would  you  handle  it,  fellow
          Daemons?”
            “Every  religion  seeks  a  natural  stability  supporting  its  secular
          authority,”  said  Cyril  Kornfleck.  “I  should  think  a  newly-minted
          hierarchy  of  hierophants,  particularly  following  the  greatest
          demonstration  of  natural  instability  in  human  history,  would  be
          conditioned  by  those  fraught  circumstances  to  attempt  a  tighter
          control  on  people’s  lives  than  one  might  find  in  today’s  multi-
          cultural secular society. Astronomy originated, according to a fairly
          reasonable archaeological and anthropological theory, as a means of
          giving  the  rulers  a  heads-up  on  eclipses,  traditionally  an  ill-omen
          among  the  scientifically-ignorant.  The  witchdoctors  in  this
          microcosm  might  have  an  edge  in  meteorological  prediction:  by
          knowing which way the wind goes, they would able to use banging
          on the tower as leading to the wind god’s response. Such secrets—
          nephelognostic, seasonal and intuitive—gained through reading the
          subtle signs of change in their part of the world, would give them

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