Zachariah did not pretend to know what his Father was thinking when He kicked him and his siblings out of Heaven. However, by his power of observation and the ache in his bum from their hard fall he knew He was not happy with them. And while most of his siblings were still having a pity party Zachariah was in pursuit of something more useful to do with his time than whining or staring pensively into space as his brother Michael did. He started by exploring their home on Earth, the Silver City. Also, he was quite intrigued by his physical encapsulation, his human body. At least God had shown some mercy and graced them with symmetrical and evenly attractive faces. He had figured out something quite peculiar about his vessel though in talking to his brethren.
โOur voices sound so small.โ Ezekiel had observed aloud, rubbing his throat to feel the vibrating vocal cords within as he spoke.
Zachariah snorted through his nose, โYes, before our voices could make their ears bleed. I donโt see the point in talking to them now. Theyโre so dull.โ
โDull?โ
โB O R I N G.โ he clarified, not realizing that it was not the definition his brother was confused with.
โYour voice sounds.. different.โ
Every other one of his brothers and sisters had an Americanized accent that blended them into their new locale, whereas his vessel had an uppity British one. God was not without a sense of humor it seemed. Although the British accent he found lent more to his intelligence and sophistication than the American one.
Like a brave pioneer, he was one of the first to go out and get the lay of the land by foot and public transportation in Los Angeles. He had looked down on it a hundred times before, but it was different on the ground being jostled by crowds and fighting the traffic. He eavesdropped on conversations and observed man passively as they shuffled between point A and point B. He had not found many reasons to speak to any except out of necessity. Most were dull creatures. The man sitting beside Zachariah on the bus now was watching a cat video on his Iphone.
He rolled his eyes visibly at this, though it went unnoticed by the vacant people around him. Man had access to limitless knowledge at the tip of their fingers yet they chose mostly to use their ingenious devices for mind mushing entertainment. It was the opposite of what Zachariah needed which was brain stimulation. He could almost feel the neurons in his brain snapping back and forth, constantly making connections, like little electric shocks. These connections rocketed upward and upward when he first ventured into the human world. His mind was abuzz with the newness of it all, but those little shocks in his brain were plateauing. Observing the human race was not enough to understand them.
He might actually have toโฆ..
Interact with them.
Well, he shouldnโt be too hasty he thought to himself. There were other ways to get to know humans other than getting to know one personally. Thatโs how Zachariah found himself on the steps of the Los Angeles Central Library. Books could provide a wealth of knowledge and insight into the human psyche. He could find the best of minds within these four walls, ones that didnโt waste their God given gift of a brain which separated them from the apes, individualsโฆ.
โ..capable of independent thought. We wouldn't be born with the ability to absorb information and learn and grow, if we weren't meant to utilize our brains and think for ourselves. Why don't you try stepping out of the conformist box, and not worry what your friends think. Come to the meeting. You might surprise yourself and have a good time."Hmmm. Wouldnโt that be a pleasant surprise to have a good time on this rock? A young woman passed him on the steps up to the library, her phone attached to her ear by the shoulder, preaching to the person on the other end of the line. He inconspicuously followed her, minding that he was visible to the human eye now and following people without their knowledge was considered very rude. Stalking he think they called it..
She stopped just inside the doors of the library where the public bulletin board was and proceeded to tack a poster up and lay out some flyers on the narrow table below it crammed with loads of ads and papers. He picked up one of the flyers just as she set them down. The flyer read BOOK CLUB.
โIs this your club?โ he asked her, looking between her and the flyer. Upon closer inspection he realized she was very young, possibly in her 20s but no older than 24 and very plain looking. Interesting that the most profound thing heโd heard so far out of a human mouth came from something so unassuming..