Habiba comes into the story as an
exiled quantum physicist in Iran. Once a respected scientist in her homeland,
she got into trouble by choosing to work on her father’s theory of direct
communication with God on the level of the Planck scale (the smallest scale of
existence) instead of Iran’s nuclear bomb research. Hiding in the mountains of
the Great Salt Desert, she rescues American pilot Robert Franklin after he is
shot down by his own comrade.
In return for guiding him out of
the hostile country, Robert agrees to take her with him to America so she can
complete her experiments of creating a rapture machine to bring angelic
warriors back to Earth to start the battle of Armageddon against the warring
alien menace that has invaded the planet and set up their Anti-Christ
Excerpt: Habiba meets Tesla at Jupiter's moon Titan (Heaven)
“You want to
take my ideas for the particle beam death ray and make it a particle beam
rapture machine?” Tesla stroked his thick, brown mustache and gave a
condescending stare.
“That’s
right, sir,” Habiba smiled from ear to ear, unable to control her
enthusiasm.
He angrily slapped
his long fingered open palm onto the table, startling the placid angels gathered
around Habiba. “Someone always steals my
plans. Nikola Tesla never receives
credit for his work! When will I ever receive
credit for my work?”
“The world
just wasn’t ready for you then, Nikola,” Anahita replied in a comforting
tone. She placed her hand on his
shoulder in a show of empathy, which apparently worked because he regained his
composure and seemed to be more focused than before.
“I promise,
Mr. Tesla, if we are successful in this critical endeavor, you will receive
full credit for your work,” Habiba pledged, as her father nodded in
agreement. She pushed her long black
hair out of her eyes, smiled politely at her new mentor and took a quick zip of
Arabic coffee. When she put the cup down
it clanged loudly on the saucer and fractured, spilling all over the table,
bringing both laughter and acceptance from lonely, old Nikola Tesla. Finally he had found a kindred spirit in what
he considered his eternal prison.
For a
brilliant genius like Tesla, little things didn’t really register in his fast
moving brain. He often misplaced things,
forgot appointments and got lost. Anything
out of place was a dangerous obstacle for a man who always had his head in the
stars. Seeing Habiba bumble with her
coffee made him feel like he wasn’t the only non-perfect being in Heaven.
He’d been
ushered to New Atlantis upon his untimely death in 1943, because his mind was
too great to leave behind for demons to pick away at. While other scientists spent every waking
moment trying to find a way to split the atom, Tesla created the death ray. This caught the eye of the Heavenly hosts, who
decided that humans weren’t ready for such a weapon and abducted his Earthly soul.
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