Relations: McEmpire (online version)
David Cohen 
David Cohen opened his shutters and looked out on Gemilut Chasadim, a
region that had once been the nation known as Jordan. After Holy War I it
had been known as greater Israel. And since the reorganization, it had been
known, simply, as part of Zone 8.
It was a sandy oasis. A desert flower that he and his wife called home.
His house was modest as compared to his wealth. He believed that refraining
from ostentatious displays of wealth made him a good Jew. A young Arab boy
came running up to the house with a tote and left it on the front doorstep.
He went out onto the front porch to retrieve it. It contained his Starbucks
coffee and his McRonald's Kosher breakfast. As he sipped his Coffee he took
up a blank stack of newspaper sized papers and ordered a copy of the Wall
He flipped to the financials and watched the hot box where the liquid paper
was continually updating the price per share of BMI Relations. BMI Relations
was the top story and it had a great many columns dedicated to it and they
were rapidly changing as he tried to read. He locked the news columns so that
they would remain static while he read them but his eye kept being drawn over
to the continually rising price per share of BMI stock in the hot box. He
smiled. His daughter Elizabeth had advised him to buy stock in BMI Relations
over a year ago and today he was very happy that he had listened to her.
He thought about his daughter Elizabeth, or Liz as she now preferred to be
called. He wondered where he had gone wrong with her. It had been almost 5
years since she had renounced Judaism and announced that she had become a
Christian. Christianity seemed like such a silly religion to him. He couldn't
figure out how the world had gotten to be so full of them. Still, the Jews had
benefited from their association with them. The Jews' alliances with the
Christians during the holy wars was the reason that Judaism still existed and
all of the other non-Christian religions did not. Some Jews were worried that
there could some day come a Holy War III and the Jews could be the target of
Christians as they had been a century before in World War II. David Cohen was
sure that was just a bunch of worry over nothing. The Jews had done and
would do nothing to provoke the Christians and the Christians would
let them alone in peace.
In a lot of ways Gemilut Chasadim and old Israel and all of it had been
built by Christian dollars. Christian evangelicals were convinced that once
the Jews controlled all of the Holy Land and demolished the Al Aqsa mosque
and built a temple atop it that it would bring the rapture and Jesus would
walk once more on the Earth. All of the money and military that they
contributed to old Israel had seen to it that all of that had come to
pass. And yet, as far as David could tell, there was no Rapture. And
none seemed to be on the way. But the Christian evangelicals began
backpedaling and saying that perhaps Biblical time was hard to understand
and relate to Earthly time and that perhaps the Jews needed to inhabit the
Holy land for a while in order to bring about the Rapture. A year, two
years, fifty years? They couldn't say. But they remained convinced that the
Rapture would be a long soon. It all seemed rather silly and he lamented
the fact that he could raise a daughter that had bought into any of it.
Maybe it was because she was adopted he thought.
His natural daughter, Janet, was a fine Jewish girl. She had remained in
Gemilut Chasadim and helped him oversee operations in the factory. David
finished his coffee and took his breakfast with him and headed to the factory
with a sudden urge to see his daughter Janet. Janet wasn't a highly
ambitious, highly successful Relations executive with hot stock tips,
but at least she was still here where he could keep an eye on her.
After making a fortune in real estate David had moved the family here
to the Middle East to capitalize on all of the available land that
had resulted from the extermination of some 700 million Muslims
during the first holy war. Here there was an unclaimed paradise. And
she had left to go back to San Fransisco. Liz had assured him that
San Fransisco was no longer populated by liberals and communists, but
it was still populated by Christians; and that was just as bad in his
estimation. And now she was one of them.
As he walked along the path to the factory he spotted a Fly approaching. It
was a newer one. A PCA Fly with big machine guns. It was heading directly for
him so he stopped to see what was amiss.
He was surprised to see a black
woman land the shiny yellow Ford Fly a few feet away from him. Black
people were rare, and here in Zone 8 he had never seen one before.
Her Fly had a seal on it that identified her as a member of the
FSPCA, Food Supply Private Corporate Army, and he wondered what
business she had here, but just the same he raised his McRonald's
Kosher bag by way of a salute to her.