The Chosen - Part 6b - by Nova

They loved that answer. I felt the love an acceptance pouring out from them to me just like I had at the table when I bought my house. It was nice. The only thing that marred it was that I had come to the conclusion that they were assholes and possibly Demon influenced. I tried saving that thought for later. I would ponder it before I slept an offer it up to him for clarification. Maybe there were different degrees of Demon influence just like there was ranks in the Demon hierarchy?  I prodded myself and thought "Focus. Focus."   Tyler was talking. Nobody was looking at me funny so I must not have missed much.

"So you are probably wondering why we are so interested." It wasn't a real question. It was one of those things people like Tyler asked so they could answer it and keep talking.  So I nodded. Nodding worked beautifully with the Tylers of the world. "That Burner video that came out 6 months ago. It took off like yours did and it spawned a lot of craziness afterward that is still going on."

Amy interrupted Tylers flow asking me "You know what we are talking about don't you Chosen?"

"Yes Amy.  My tree in the woods has DSL just like everyone else does now."

That jammed her brain up a bit. I could tell she wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not. Dennis added "Yes. Some of us believe that the Burner virus...and that is what it is...needs to be stopped before it gets out of hand." He added "They don't even believe in Jesus!" 

"They have some hot looking harlots though."  I told him.

Everyone was looking at me now like I had farted or missed the point or something.

Tyler, who had started looking a little constipated, probably because he wasn't talking, took back control of the conversation by reminding them that we were not here to talk about that.  "Chosen we have a plan. We think a Godly inspired man like you could make a difference. We need to talk more about what you believe and how to use that to create a message that will appeal an attract believers. There is no doubt that this country is going to hell and that the Internet is a major part of the problem. Control needs to be restored. People need to return to a Christ centered lifestyle not unlike what their Grandparents once lived. We can do that, create real jobs, and stop the insanity that modern life has brought us. We can return to our roots. People don't need all this Chinese crap. They need God and a way to make a living by the sweat of their brow. We can guide them. No! Not all technology needs to go away. We just need to get a better grip on it."

He kept going on but repeating himself. He was just saying the same things over and over but differently I quickly realized.  I was getting tired. I usually went to bed by now so I could be up when the sun rose.  He, and the other two yammerbirds probably stayed up to midnight or later.  I yawned in the middle of Tyler talking about Internet filth and stood up. 

"Good night." I told them.  Then I walked out of the room and headed for the bedroom I had seen when I went to the bathroom. Hopefully the door locked but if it didn't I wasn't going to worry. I was tired.