Chapter 8: Michael's Call with God

When we're born, we're not given an instruction manual by our creator. We're required, if we want to stay alive, to figure a lot of things our for ourselves.

Fortunately, through the trial and error of many men beofre us, history has taught some the way to mend our bodies should we suffer injury, or how to deal with an unueasy psychological situation.

Michael, on the other hand, was unique. A single entity. There are no more like him which he can draw on past and present experiences. He was alone in having to try to figure some things out for himself.

Fortunately for him, though, he was created by man, in man's image. Unlike God, or another supreme deity which some of us may look up to, man is much more easier to get a hold of, and that's exactly what Michael set out to do.

Forty minutes had passed, and he had regained enough courage to telephone the new number. Upon dialing, the phone on the other end didn't finish its first ring when the same man answered the phone.

"Hello?" the man said anxiously.

"Dr. Carson?"

"Michael?"

"Yes."

"I've been expecting your call."

"I have a lot of questions," Michael said.

"I bet you do."

Dr. Carson and Michael engaged in conversation for the next four hours. During the call, Michael explained to him the events which prompted him to call, his failure on Y2K, his job, his life. Julie.

Michael got the impression from Dr. Carson that he was a genuinely nice guy, and soon lost his anxiety at ringing up the man that knew him better than he knew himself. The call was a fruitful one. Michael learned what he was originally designed for, his capabilities (albeit some of which he had already figured out), and his limitations.

Dr. Carson asked where Michael was, what he was doing.

Michael was purposely vague in his answers, but did tell him he was in Atlanta. He regretted revealing that fact afterwards, not knowing if he could fully trust him or not but soon dismissed his regrets since he was well aware it would be easy to trace the call if Dr. Carson wanted to.

Michael then told him about the drug test, which Dr. Carson got a big laugh out of hearing. He told him about Arnie, and what he had him do for him.

He Told him about the synthetic semen. Dr. Carson found that amusing, too.

It turned out Dr. Carson had about just as many questions for Michael, as did he.

Later on in the conversation, Dr. Carson sounded genuinely surprised that Michael had done so well with his life.

"You've exceeded far past my expectations of you," he told him.

He also told him he had some upgrades for him, that he had hoped to give him if he ever saw him again.

Feeling at ease with the man on the other end of the phone, Michael asked him, "Would you like to come to Atlanta?"