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Resurrection
By Kenneth Brady
"The first time we resurrected the
Easter Bunny it was a total disaster. He came out of the tube with
sharp fangs, glowing red eyes and one hellacious overbite. When
he got up on his wobbly legs and found they would support him, he
made a fifteen-foot leap right at Anderson, and would have gotten
him, too, if not for the thick glass shield separating our three-man
team from the Resurrection Chamber. Let me tell you, we all shit
our britches that day."
"'Forty-three years ago, when I was
a young monk, another American came here on a visit. He hoped to
get enlightened in his six week stay. When he left, he made a generous
gift to the monastery, in gratitude for all that he had learned.
Soon after he left, a big truck arrived at the front gates. Workmen
from Peking, with a special overseer from Taiwan, a cyber-netisixt.'
Li smiled at his English tangle."
"To the most blessed and apostolic
Boniface, bishop of the city of Rome; Prestivius, bishop, servant
of the servants of God. Most holy brother, I fear we may find
this task to be impossible. When I ventured to Hibernia, country
of the Scots, I did so in the belief that these people had not strayed
from a life of sanctity according to the custom of the universal
church, as have the Britons and the Picts. "
"When I was a child, I made my life
into a labyrinth of petty superstitions. If the sandfish seller
looked me in the eye some morning when I walked with my father through
the Great Market, I thought I would turn into a sandfish that night
while I slept. If I was out on the back patio and happened to see
a transport ascending into orbit, I had to hop seven times on my
left foot-- immediately-- or else water witches would come and drag
me down the drain in the middle of the lawn. If I forgot three times
in a row to say “thank you” to the house, dwarves would
come all the way from the Horizon Hills and take me away in a goat-cart
to live with them in their houses under the dunes. I probably knew
a few too many fairy tales."
