For the second time in as many hours Jack stepped through a metal detector. As he retrieved his change and watch, Christy picked up a phone and mumbled something into it. She hung up and grinned.
"Someone will be here soon to escort you to one of the interview rooms."
"Who?"
"Atoor."
She said it the way some women still said "Bill Clinton."
6.
A few minutes later a good-looking guy, maybe thirty, approached and extended his hand.
"Welcome to our Church," he said, smiling like everyone else Jack had seen. "I"m Atoor and I"ll guide you through the introductory phase."
Jack shook the guy"s hand. "Jack. Jack Farrell. Pardon me, but did you say your name was Atoor?"
"It"s my xelton"s name."
"He"s Fifth Rung," Christy said, beaming up at him with a gaga look. "He has powers" powers"
Atoor had a good build, brush-cut blond hair, a fresh-scrubbed face, and an air of confidence and serenity. If he had any powers powers, they weren"t showing. But he made an excellent poster boy for Dormentalism.
Christy gave Jack a friendly little wave. "Bye."
"Live long and prosper," Jack said.
Atoor led the way toward the left rear of the lobby. "What brings you to our Church?"
Jack had been expecting this. On the way over he"d rehea.r.s.ed a mixture of fact and fabrication.
"Well, I was raised Presbyterian but that never gave me what I needed. I"ve tried a number of things but I still feel walled in, like I"m marking time, not going anywhere. I think there"s more to me than what I"ve seen so far. I"d like to open myself up and, you know, achieve my full potential."
Atoor"s smile widened. "Then you"ve come to the right place. You"ve just made a decision that will change your life forever-and only for the better. You"ll be more fulfilled, more satisfied, even healthier than you"ve ever been. You"re taking the first step toward unlimited potential."
Jack couldn"t detect a single false note. A true believer.
"I hope so. I"ve tried Transcendental Meditation and Buddhism, even Scientology, but none of them lived up to their promises. Then I read The Book of Hokano The Book of Hokano and..." and..."
"And lightning struck, right? That"s what happened to me. I read it and thought here here is the answer I"ve been looking for." is the answer I"ve been looking for."
"But I"ve got questions..."
"Of course you do. The Book The Book is confusing to those who have a dormant xelton. But once it is awakened and you"ve started the ladder toward fusion, it all becomes crystal clear." is confusing to those who have a dormant xelton. But once it is awakened and you"ve started the ladder toward fusion, it all becomes crystal clear."
"I can hardly wait."
Atoor led him down a short hall, then ushered him into a small office furnished with a three-drawer file cabinet and two chairs flanking a small table. He closed the door and directed Jack to a seat while he pulled a folder from the filing cabinet. Seating himself opposite Jack, he opened the folder and pushed it across the table.
"Okay, Jack. The first step is for you to tell us about yourself."
Nice way of saying, Fill out these application forms so we can get the lowdown on you.
Jack looked down at the forms and frowned. "I have to apply apply to join the church?" to join the church?"
A laugh. "Oh, no. It"s just that the better the Church knows who you are, what your life is like, what your goals are, the better we can help you. We don"t want people coming to us with unrealistic goals and then leaving disgruntled because we couldn"t achieve the impossible."
Sounded good, but if "the Church" was already promising the sun and moon and stars, was any goal out of reach? He wondered how many were turned away for any reason.
But Jack said nothing. He wasn"t here to make waves.
As Atoor watched, Jack filled in the blanks with mostly phony information. He wasn"t surprised to see a box for his Social Security number-tracking down members" financial data was probably routine. He made up a number and stuck it in. The only true data was his Tracfone number.
He finished up, leaving only one box blank. Atoor tapped it with a finger.
"Did anyone refer you?"
"No. I don"t know any Dormentalists."
"Well, then, might as well stick my name in there-just so all the blanks are filled."
Jack glanced up and caught a hint of hunger in Atoor"s eyes. He wanted the headhunter discount.
"Should I put in your real name?"
"Atoor is is my real name now. When you reach the Fifth Rung you learn your xelton"s name and can choose to use it or not." Pride filled his voice. "I choose to use it." my real name now. When you reach the Fifth Rung you learn your xelton"s name and can choose to use it or not." Pride filled his voice. "I choose to use it."
Jack remembered how Maria Roselli had said that her Johnny now wanted to be called Oroont. Must have reached the Fifth Rung.
He glanced at Atoor and couldn"t resist. "I can"t wait till / reach the Fifth Rung. I"m going to name my xelton Pazuzu."
Atoor, though still smiling, looked scandalized. "You can"t name name your xelton. It has its your xelton. It has its own own name." name."
Jack shrugged. "Well then, I"ll rename it."
"That... that isn"t possible." Atoor looked like he was having a real hard time holding that smile. "Your xelton isn"t some sort of pet. It"s had its name for billions of years, since the beginning of time. You can"t just up and change it."
"No?" Jack put on a hurt expression. "I really like the name Pazuzu." Then he brightened. "Maybe its name really is is Pazuzu!" Pazuzu!"
"Highly unlikely. How is it spelled?"
Jack spelled it for him.
Atoor shook his head. "All xelton names have a double 0."
"Well, maybe we could compromise and spell it with double O"s instead of Vs Vs. You know, Pa-zoo-zoo Pa-zoo-zoo?" He glanced at Atoor"s strained but still smiling face. "Or maybe not."
Jack asked Atoor to spell his name, then printed it in the referral box. That form was s.n.a.t.c.hed away to be replaced by another.
"And here is a simple nondisclosure agreement."
"Why... whatever for?"
"The Church has enemies and at this point you are an unknown quant.i.ty, so we must ask you to agree not to reveal anything of what you see, hear, or learn here. Even though you might have good intentions, your words could be taken and twisted and used against us."
Jack had to ask: "Who are you afraid of?"
Atoor"s expression darkened. "Just like any movement that seeks the betterment of mankind, Dormentalism has fierce enemies in the outside world. Enemies who, for their own selfish reasons, want to keep humanity from bettering itself and reaching its full potential. A man or woman who has reached Full Fusion bows to no one. And that terrifies the oppressors of the world."
Good speech, Jack thought as he signed the form.
Jack Farrell would not disclose a thing.
He let himself be talked into donating five hundred dollars to the church and paying another five hundred in advance for his first five Reveille Sessions. Atoor was a little taken aback when Jack pulled out a roll of bills.
"We"d prefer a check or credit card."
I"m sure you would, Jack thought.
"I don"t believe in them."
Atoor blinked. "But we"re not set up to take cash, or make change..."
"Cash or nothing," Jack said, sliding one of the Roselli thousand-dollar bills across the table. "I"m sure you can find a way to handle this. No change necessary. All I need is a receipt."
Atoor nodded and took the bill. After some fumbling around in a drawer he found a receipt book. A few minutes later Jack had his receipt and his appointment for his first Reveille Session at ten tomorrow morning.
Atoor glanced at his watch. "Almost time for the afternoon AR."
"The what?"
"Affirmation Recital. You"ll see." Atoor rose and motioned Jack to follow him. "Come on. You"ll love this."
He led Jack back to the lobby where a couple of hundred Dormentalists, uniformed in an a.s.sortment of hues, had gathered. They all stood facing a man in a sky blue uniform on the balcony.
"That"s Oodara, the TO," Atoor whispered. Before Jack could ask, he added, "The Temple Overseer."
"But what-?"
"Here we go." His eyes were alive with antic.i.p.ation.
"First," Oodara the TO intoned into a microphone, "there was the Presence and only the Presence."
Jack jumped as hundreds of fists shot into the air and an equal number of voices shouted, "IT IS TRUTH!"
"The Presence created the World, and it was good."
Again the fists and the shout. "IT IS TRUTH!"
"The Presence created Man and Woman and made them sentient by endowing each with a xelton, a Fragment of Its Eternal Self."
Atoor nodded, and smiled and nudged Jack"s right arm upward. "IT IS TRUTH!"
Jack closed his eyes. Don"t tell me they"re going to run through all the Pillars of Dormentalism. Please don"t.
"In the beginning Man and Woman were immortal..."
Yep. That was exactly what they were doing. He fought the desire to run screaming for the street. He was supposed to be a Dormentalist wannabe and had to act the part. So he clenched his teeth and, when it was time for the next response, pumped his fist and shouted with the best of them.
It went on forever.
"... forsaking all his personal needs and goals to create the Dormentalist Church to carry out this sacred mission forsaking all his personal needs and goals to create the Dormentalist Church to carry out this sacred mission."
"IT IS TRUTH!"
Then everyone started clapping and cheering.
Was it over? Yes. Finally.
Atoor slapped him on the back. "Wasn"t that wonderful? Wasn"t it inspiring?"
Jack grinned. "I can"t tell you how much I enjoyed myself. How often do you have these, um, ARs?"
"Only twice a day. I wish it were more."
"More would be overwhelming, don"t you think? I don"t know if I could take it."
"We"re going to be filming one of our ARs, you know, so Dormentalist shut-ins won"t feel left out."
"Really? Too bad LR isn"t alive to direct it."
Atoor"s brow furrowed. "LR?"
"Leni Riefenstahl. She"d be perfect."
"I don"t think I"ve ever-"
"Never mind. Doesn"t matter."
A minute later Jack was trucking for the door. On the way out he waved bye-bye to the ever effervescent Christy.