Cloning Christ: The Second Book of Daniel

CLONING CHRIST: The Second Book of Daniel is a  suspense thriller  (#7 best selling new thriller release in the UK) by David Scott Hay (80,000 words)

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Contains Prologue and Chapters 1 & 2

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DSH

ALPHA

"Kill them all. God will recognize his own." 

--Pope Innocent III 

Eight years ago, I was diagnosed as having an anomaly of the limbic system in the brain. The doctors called it "synethesia" or "multiple sensing."

My wife preferred the term “picky.”

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I suppose I should’ve started with the book. I've had the manuscript for a while now. The Second Book of Daniel by Gerald Biggs Clayworth, Jr. It came in the mail in one of those brown envelopes padded with bubble wrap. According to Biggs, his publishers were planning a big promotional push. I wasn’t really sure how that made me feel. I was the Daniel of the title, and although he’d changed most of the names including my last, it was still a little unsettling. Even though we talked often during its creation, I didn't help write the story. At least not the text on these printed pages.

But I was there. 

I flipped through the script. Yes, most of the names and locations were changed as per our agreement and his agreement with my mother. 

She was the true hero of this story, though my wife offered some debate on that, picking me as her savior. But in my heart I honestly believed I merely picked up the pieces.

It started eight years ago, and I'm afraid the distance between now and then wasn’t as comfortable as I'd hoped. It was a time before the planes hit the building. Before we invaded countries in the Middle East. Before we killed the world’s most wanted. Before we all carried phones in our jeans like pocket watches. Before a black man took the oath for the highest office. Much of it seemed like a dream, but the book brought back a lot of-- things. Doubtless, I’d grown as a person. That much was certain, but I also thought that there was a great fear of being hit with the tyranny of the “should.”

I was sure as with any written history some things would be clouded and discrepancies would be common. I’ve seen enough adaptations butchered.  After awhile, though, it really wouldn’t matter what was true and what wasn’t, romantically or otherwise.

This tale of the Second Coming of Christ would, perhaps, become Apocryphal to some, and to others Gospel.

∞ 

I planned to take the book to the park and do my reading there. I tossed it onto the passenger seat of the Jeep Cherokee and switched on the radio. Rock music wailed forth, and I quickly tuned it to my classical station. My wife occasionally drove the Jeep and forgot to change the radio back, or so she claimed. 

I laughed aloud. 

I had a theory that she was trying to acclimate me back to rock and roll. The meeting wasn’t scheduled for another few hours. I should’ve been able to get in a sufficient amount of reading. I’d already filled my daily writer's quota and now looked forward to the quiet part of the day to leisurely unfold. Thinking about the meeting caused my stomach to shift slightly, like the onset of motion sickness. I paused and gazed outside the Jeep's window. For a few minutes, I watched a band of air flow in a southerly direction.