A Day In Court

I used a few
Latin
words in this story.
If you come across any
Latin
that you do not understand,
there are definitions at the end of the story.

A Day In Court

Stenographer: Raphael Angel.

This is the transcripts of the Defendant’s speech after the Judge asked him the traditional question, “Do have anything to say in your defense?” 

Defendant:

Yes.

He pauses. Staying seated, he continues.

We have all heard the verdict read by the Head Juror inside this courtroom today.

After it was read, I could hear an uproar from those of you attending these proceedings who are against this verdict.

But, alas, I also heard sighs of relief and the sounds of Hallelujah coming from those of you who are in favor of this outcome.

Myself, I just sat there reflecting while it was read. I was thinking. “Where might have I gone wrong? Why was I found guilty?”

The decision has been decided by, what you all call, a jury of my peers. Five hundred emotionless, supposedly unbiased Professional Citizens from within our Caelestis Solar System who are bred for the Sanctity and Integrity of our Laws. Laws which were laid down from the beginning by the First One.

These so called Professionals were raised, since the day of their cloning birth, to have no prejudices at all. This allows them to decide judicial cases without preconceived notions of guilt or innocence.

The problem? The Experts who run these Cloning & Birth Facilities are only beholden to the First One himself. There are no check and balances if he decides that the Professionals should be cloned to lean towards a certain philosophy about judicial matters. We have no way of knowing if these Professionals have been tampered with.

I might add, it would be his philosophy they would lean towards, not mine.

The First One? We all know his name but few dare say it. It is Deus.

So there, I've said it. Punish me some more.

He pause here, momentarily in his speech, as he rises from his chair.

We are led to believe that he is the creator of all. All that is out there and all that will be.

It is true that he is our leader. Our mentor. All of us, his disciples.

We, who are the oldest and most advanced race of beings in the Cosmos, The Guardians, once looked to him as our father, as we should have, as infants of a race and needing the time to grow into adulthood.

The heart of his Kingdom is the Planet we stand on, Caelum, which the First One tells us, was created by him before the Guardians could come upon the Universe.

Then our Species started to grow and multiply. Once our race had flourished enough to reach the outermost edges of the Cosmos, we became the First One's Protectors and his Emissaries. We became his Advocates and his Caretakers.

Caretakers of this Garden of Eden we call a Universe.

Thus the name, The Guardians.

We loved him and he loved us as a Parent loves his children. We were one within a family.

Then we stood side by side with him as Architects. Creating new life and spreading it out so it would reach the ends of the Macrocosmus.

After we rested, we became the teachers to the Collectiveness that was created.

The First One was a proud father to us all.

Pauses again.

Yet any head of a family should know that his descendents might disagree with his point of view from time to time. Especially in this utopia we live in. Where all Scions are taught that they have free will and should explore new ideas and new insights into our souls with this freedom.

We were also told that we are the Sire's equal.

Pause.

So why, if equality were really the case between us, would the First One incarcerate me with no evidence? Persecute me as if I am an inferior being who disagrees with a superior life form?

I'm the Commander and Chief of the Guardian Empire. I'm the highest ranking official next to the First One himself.

Have I not earned respect from my fellow Guardians? From my peers? From the populous of Caelum? From Deus himself because of my station in life? Not to be put on trial and humiliated by the Professional Citizens who hide behind a veil of charges that are clearly Politically motivated?

I've been implicated for Heresy and Nihilism against Empyreus and our leader. Yet I hear not one word from Deus about my plight, why have I been accused, and what he has to do with it.

Why does not the First One ask me what my motivation is? What I'm trying to accomplish for him, for our kind, and for me personally. Heresy against the First One? Nihilism against the Guardian Empire? Publicly tried and humiliated by my peers?

What is he afraid of? That the legions of Guardians will choose me over him as their leader? That the life we created together in the Universe will no longer worship Deus the Almighty, but instead bow down to me, Zabulus the Destroyer?

Short pause.

Our race is almost as old as the Universe itself. Only a half billion Light Years less.

In the beginning, not knowing if the basis of life existed elsewhere in the Universe, with the blessing of the First One, our kind set out, determined to discover the diversity of intelligent life throughout the Macrocosm.

With trillions of Galaxies to choose from, with each containing millions to billions of stars to explore, and with almost every Sol having its own orbiting Planets for us to study, the overwhelming feeling of solitude filled our minds and our hearts when it was discovered that we were the only beings with awareness of self.

I am not talking about the fundamental awareness such as animals or plants have, but that of an eternal life force. As you and I would call our soul.

It was decided, by us who were exploring the vastness of space, that we should seed as many Worlds as possible with the ingredients for sentient life to develop.

With Time passing along at its usual speed, we watched what we had sowed. On each seeded World we stayed the ever diligent Guardians as the Universe began steaming with life.

I know this because I was there. Most of you, not even created yet.

I, Zabulus, was the First Guardian among us.

I have personally witnessed Galaxies forming, Stars burning into existence, and rocks becoming Planets.

On those Planets, I've watched vegetation grow from a single cell photosynthesis life form into the foliage that you recognize today. From a little pond of scum near the equator of a World, a small plant sprouts up, taking that first foot hold upon Terra Firma. Totally seeding the Planet's land mass within a few hundred years.

That growth of vegetation in turn gives opportunity for other basic life forms to evolve. The one cell organism which evolves into small crustaceans. Eventually, filling the Planet's oceans with life.

Then these creatures of the ocean evolve into something new. Giving birth to the land mass animals.

The Guardians were there to help nurture all the different specie's throughout the Universe. We cared for their evolutionary development on many of the habitable planets. If a over dominate creature was seen as not being able to become a sentient life force, we eradicate it so another species could take its place upon that World. We kept this up with each new creature, with each Planet, until we saw the makings of a life force that could produce a soul.

Pauses.

As you all know, and I assume this is why we're here today, I preach a doctrine opposite that of Deus.

There is a group of forward thinking Guardians, who feel the same as I, who came to me and asked if I would become their leader. Then, Princeps of all Caelum.

Many of us feel that after giving birth to this new life across the Cosmos, we should be praised and worshiped by each species. Most of us crave for this adulation. It enhances the strength of our own life force.

We gave life to the Universe, so it is only right that these lesser beings be instructed, taught, or if need be, manipulated into do our biding as we see fit. They should continually pay tributes to us. Sacrifice themselves mortally, to honor us gloriously.

I wanted to lead our species in a new direction. To secure our rightful place as the Universe’s Gods and Goddesses to these obsequious base life forms.

Since we, as Guardians, are the beginning of the Universe and creators of all existence throughout, their worship is owed to us. Just as any young child should honor his or her Mother and Father for giving the child life.

We are the first ones, the Guardians, the most prolific race in the 3rd dimension.

It is our right, our civic halls should bellow, to decide what life forms should live or die. Who are worthy and who are not to multiply. Have we not done this already? These sentient beings would not be here if it were not for the intervention of the Guardians. They owe us.

Long pause as the Defendant looks around at everyone in the courtroom.

There was a consensus agreed upon in the beginning between Deus and The Guardians. Once life had established itself across the Universe, each species would be free to choose its own path on how it would find enlightenment. Agreeing that these puny creatures throughout the Cosmos will have the same rights as we were given in the beginning. Hoping, that eventually, a race would grow intelligent enough to strive for enlightenment and become The Guardian's equals.

Time moves along and not all of us agree with this philosophy any longer. Our group craves the power of worship that the First One is keeping for himself. Each species, that we The Guardians nurtured into existence, knows only Deus the Almighty.

Praising only him, thanking only him, and paying tribute only to Deus for all he has done. Not knowing that the Guardians had just as much to do with their survival as anyone.

Why not share their worship between us? Giving us the equality in all things as the First One has promised.

But we are denied this homage from the different species of the Universe on the grounds that it would be blasphemy, it would be hierarchy, it would contemptuous, and just plain disrespectful to the First One.

He tells us that it is not his decision if he is adored by others. To the First One, it is a side affect he endures from giving a life form a soul.

By us requesting the First One to share with us this adulation from the lesser beings, it proves that we have fallen victim to the deadly sins of Vanity and Envy I am told.

Ha!

This is the kind of propaganda and political agenda that I am willing to fight against. I want to do this for you.

I am fighting this fight for you. All of you.

How could I or anyone of you let this happen to our kind? To our race?

We have just as much right to be worshiped as the First One.

The Guardians are the ones who spread life in the Universe. Sure, it was by his design, but it was us who accomplished the task.

Pause.

In this, my final statement, before your Honor passes judgment upon me, I would like to warn you all.

To those of you who are here to gloat over my punishment. To you who are here to witness my demise. And to you who have plotted against me from the start.

I am coming back. This is not a death sentence per se. This is only an inconvenience.

If you go ahead with the sentencing, I will be back with a vengeance.

I once had a Planet genocide itself so the overbearing, moralistic Creatures living there would die out. They would not worship me. My followers. Only the First One.

You know our Laws. My sentence, no matter how long I have to endure, it will end. And when it does, I'll be back to reward those who stand by my side.

For those of you who oppose me, I will send you to the void between the dimensions. I will destroy Worlds, Galaxies, the whole Universe if I have to. Countless beings will perish along with their souls if I am not crowned Omnipoténtem over you all.

So now you know who I am. What I represent. What I am capable of.

You should be able to understand that this fight against the status quo, will never end.

Disruption erupts in the courtroom as the Defendant's followers protest the verdict with violence at the end of his speech. The courtroom is cleared.

This is the transcript of the Judge's decision on the defendant’s punishment.

Judge:

Zabulus. I hear no remorse in your words.

At first you try to appeal to us so we will understand you. In the end, you threaten our way of life if we do not bow to your wishes.

This is not about who is worshiped and who is not. This verdict is about the corruption of your soul. The evil that has gripped it and will not let go of it.

I believe it has infected your mind as well.

I can see by your words that this punishment must be a harsh one.

I now sentence you to live a life, as you would call as a lesser being, for 101 years. You will have a far greater range of emotions to deal with than you have now. You will feel pain as you break your own bones. You will feel lose as you fall in love and that person soon dies. You will feel mental anguish as your disease ridden body deteriorates into uselessness. You will feel loneliness as you spend seven years alone in a coma. And in the end, you will die.

If after those 101 years, you do not feel remorse and ask for forgiveness from the First One, your sentence will be repeated. With each time, those memories you experience as a living creature, will be etched on your soul forever until you ask to be forgiven.

I will now pronounce sentencing for Zabulus, the Destroyer. It will be carried out immediately upon completion of this statement.

You, Zabulus, shall live as a Human Being on the Planet Earth for no less than 101 Earth years!

Final note. I thought I actually heard a scream of fright from the defendant as he was metaphysically transformed into an embryo in a humanus woman’s womb.

The End.

Or until 101 Years are Up.

Latin Words Used and What I Believe is their English Meaning:

Deus – God

Caelestis – Celestial

Deus – God

Caelum – Heaven

Macrocosmus – Entire Universe

Empyreus – Highest of all Heavens

Sol – Sun

Zabulus – Devil

Terra Firma – Earth

Princeps – Emperor

Per Se – In Itself

Omnipoténtem – Almighty

Humanus – Human

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