Borrowed Lives

VIII - Exposures for Everyone

After the excessive training and practice Gal and I did to become prophets, it is finally time to test our knowledge and powers. It is time for the one, final exam - the interview.
After a little conversation I had with Gal, we - by that, I mean, Gal - decided she shall go first to the interview.
Thus, Gal went to the door, and closed it after entering. I could not hear a lot from the things said there. But, as far as I noticed, I felt like she was doing fine. 

Twenty or so minutes later, the time was eleven and a half ante meridiem.
"Thank you", I heard Gal say.
The door opened, and Gal had a complete poker face. It seemed as if she were trying to hide something from me.
"How did it go?" I asked her.
She took a deep breath, and went silent three seconds or so, until she said, with a minor smile: "I got accepted. I am a true prophet now."
I was really happy for her. Unfortunately, I could not express such, for it was my turn to get interviewed. 

Before I went in that door, Gal told me: "Good luck!"
Only after she told me such I entered that room.
The room itself was pretty small, and sort of chilled - around twenty degrees Celsius. That is around 293 Kelvin, or 68 degrees Fahrenheit.
In the room, there were two chairs, to the direction of where one looks at when he enters that room. In front of those chairs, there was a wooden table, with three glasses, and a pitcher full of water. Behind the table, there was a chair, seeming to be comfortable more than the other two on the other side.
On that chair, sat a man in a uniform, and a name tag, with: "Hi! My name is:" on the top of it.
Beneath it, his name was written, in a bold, cursive font. His name is: "Dr. Hiram", as seen on his name tag.

"Hello there," said the Doctor: "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Doctor 'Hiram'. What is your name?"
One could hear his foreign accent, and possibly identify it.
"My name is Elijah, Elijah Deutscher." I said.
"Ah, splendid! I have heard so much about you. Do not tell anybody I told you this, but borrowed lives are guaranteed to succeed in this interview, and become prophets. So, to the interview - what do you want to be a prophet for?"
"Well, do you remember that lady you just interviewed? We are here for the same reason - to help the former angel of life borrowing, Jozerijah. By the way, excuse me, but that is a nice accent. Where is it from?"
"Thank you! It is..."
I promised him that I will not share this information, and unlike last time he asked me to do such, I will actually do it.
Back to the story, he asked me some questions, I answered them, and so, I officially became a prophet myself as well.

I finally noticed why his name sounded so familiar for me - Hiram, also known as Hiram I, was king of Tyre, who was in a pact with king of Israel, and his son - king Solomon, who was also king.
Anyways, I told Gal about how I also became a prophet as well.
We decided to celebrate our newly official prophethood, by going to a restaurant. But first, we had to thank the person who helped us get the thing we were about to celebrate for - Debariah.
I called Debariah on my smartphone, and he showed up, using his mysterious prophet powers.
Gal and I told him about how grateful we are, and told him we succeeded in becoming prophets.
Now, we thanked him, and it was time to go celebrate.

We went to that restaurant, and apparently there was a famous person there.
That famous lad was no other than Matthews L. Benjamin, the deputy in Ezeroam's government, who had borrowed the wrong life, which caused Jozerijah to be dismissed as the nagel of life borrowing.
He seemed to be writing some things on sheets of paper. I assume that those things were his autograph, but who knows.
25 minutes or so later, we heard him exclaim: "I would like to hold a speech." 

He stood up, saying: "Women, children, men, citizens of this glorious nation, I currently wish to turn to you, about the president, Ezeroam. I believe you all know him as your magnificent leader. Although, is he really magnificent? Or a leader, perhaps? As his deputy, I can tell you. The answer is a simple, yet bold: 'No!' He is not your leader, nor is he glorious. I can tell you such, for I have witnessed it myself, when my son disappeared. You know what he did about that? That is right, absolutely nothing! That donkey knows absolutely nothing about ruling this nation, nor any nation! He does not know anything about diplomacy - external nor internal. He does not know anything about the military. He does not anything about the economy. He does not know anything about anything! That is why I resign from the position of being such a sanctimonious, corpulent ninnyhammer, that is full of buncombe and hircismus! Down with the ninnyhammer, and may our rightful president take charge. I am not referring to myself, but to the one I am willing to become a deputy for! That is right, Mr. Taut, your future president and ruler! Down with the ninnyhammer, Taut for the future! Say it with me!"

Thus, a new campaign slogan, which favors Mr. Taut over Ezeroam, has been born - "Down with the ninnyhammer, Taut for the future!"
This speech made by Matthews had apparently been filmed, and spread all across the media, on top of the signs with that slogan written on them.
Later on that day, we went to Matthews L. Benjamin's house, where we heard him sing the following: "For my great great great grandfather will be avenged sevenfold, and I - seventy seven."
That is when Gal ringed the doorbell, despite both of us being there. I was too busy trying to recall where I remember such a vengeance from. 

Anyways, the door was opened by lovely looking lady, seeming to be the age of 55 or so, slightly younger than her husband Matthews.
"How may I assist you?" she asked us.
"Good afternoon! We are looking for Mr. Matthews L. Benjamin." Said Gal.
"Oh, I am sorry, darling. He is busy with his wife."
"Aren't you his wife?"
"That is right, he has two. But you know what? Her and I are perfectly fine with such." she said.
After that, she close the door.

That was when it hit me.
"What's wrong?" Gal asked me.
"I know what life Matthews borrowed." I said: "He is a true villain, as Jozerijah mentioned. His son did not disappear. Rather, he killed his son, for 'injuring' him. Sounds familiar? That is right! In Genesis 4:23, it is written that a person killed man for hurting him, and a child for injuring him. In the next verse, he says that his great great great grandfather will be avenged sevenfold, and him - seventy seven, just like how Matthews asked before one of his wives opened the door. Plus, that person had two wives, just like Matthews. That is right, I am talking about Lamech, the son of Methusael! It all makes sense now, that his name can sound like 'ben Methusael', meaning: 'the son of Methusael', for example. Does it not?"

"I do not think you can prove it," Gal said: "I believe you, though. Let's hope everybody will do the same."
Thus, we heard foot steps, seeming to be from his house's door.
We discovered it was Matthews, the Lamechite, because we heard his voice, saying: "Thank you for letting him borrow the life of the former king Ahab. I have to go now, there are some kids here who want my signature. See you soon!" and he opened the door.