Om the OmnipotentScience fiction by Stefan StenuddIn the distant future, the final world war and its aftermath kill everybody on Earth — except a baby born at the very end. This last human grows up all alone. There is no one to tell him what is possible and what is not. So, to him everything is. He can do all, but knows nothing. At eleven years of age, he is found by a Cardinal of the Galactic Church who wants to make this formidable boy the Pope. But the present Pope has other plans. Also, there is no way of knowing what the boy really wants to do.
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Come forth(Excerpt from the book)
Soon the battleships of the Galactic Church would arrive. They would blow this globe up and she could finally return to Adda. Meta longed for it. The music still sounded as clearly as before and the strange flowers swayed slightly in the wind. Meta hardly noticed them anymore. The music was not so easy to ignore, but it didn't disturb her. She kept browsing through the newspaper. But then she got a hunch, like a buzz in her mind, and looked up. A slender boy with long black hair stood in front of her. He was dressed in some kind of simple garment, shiny white in the daylight. Their eyes met. The boy was calm and still, observing Meta with curiosity, while she struggled to suppress the shock. "Who are you?" she blurted out, although he probably couldn't hear the words. The spacesuit helmet was soundproof. It was Om. He observed Meta with great curiosity. She was the first person he had ever seen. He watched her lips move. He could see it clearly through the glass of the helmet. Suddenly Meta felt something strange inside her head. It was as if an invisible hand slipped into it and grabbed hold of her brain. She was completely paralyzed. It felt like that invisible hand was searching around in her mind, examining and exploring it. Was this the boy's doing? If so, how? It was so overwhelming that Meta was about to faint, but then the feeling vanished. The invisible hand retreated and Meta could move again. She stared with trepidation at the boy - what was this, what was he? Om just stood there, turning his eyes towards Meta's hovercraft and then her base. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. Something told her that this strange boy was the cause of all the absurdities on the planet. When she opened her eyes, Om had walked over to the hovercraft. He poked at the metal hull here and there as he strolled around it. Then he pressed his nose against the round window in the front, looking at the interior of the vessel. It seemed as if he had forgotten about Meta. She was struck by his animal-like behavior. The same smooth body movements and springy, silent steps as a cat. The same expression of ignorance, while curiously examining the hovercraft. He sniffed on it, like a dog. Yet he was most certainly human. Nor were his eyes quite those of an animal. Dark, lively, moving, even somehow hinting intelligence. Now Om approached Meta's base. He seemed to understand that there was something inside that hemisphere, but he found no opening, since the only window was on the roof. The door was tightly closed and he did not understand its function at all, but walked past it as if it were just part of the wall. Meta thought about helping the boy and opening the door for him. One should treat such an unpredictable child gently. But then she reconsidered, because who knew what he would do with all her equipment? She could not risk that. Om had walked around the base once, and next he stepped up the rounded wall just as easily. His body remained straight, as if he was walking on flat land - yet he didn't fall. It was as if his bare feet had suction cups, or gravity simply didn't affect him. Meta had to smile. This was absurd, but also it actually looked funny. At first, Om's body was just about parallel to the ground, but when reaching the top he was back to the normal vertical position. There he discovered the window under his feet. Om knelt down and peered through it. Next, he fell right in. How did that happen? Meta rushed to the door and went inside. The skylight was made of beryllium steel super glass. It could withstand an atomic bomb of the primitive kind that had turned this planet into wasteland, but the boy had just fallen right through! There he stood on the floor, looking around with wide eyes. The thick skylight was gone. Gone. The planet's radioactive atmosphere was seeping right in through the hole. The air conditioning was on full blast and warning lights were flashing. She would never again dare take off her spacesuit in here. Meta prayed that the boy would stay away from the hovercraft, or he might accidentally damage that thing, too. It was obvious to her that he had not destroyed the skylight intentionally. He couldn't know that the atmosphere was poisonous to her, since it obviously didn't harm him at all - and he must have lived in it since birth. He probably had no idea of what a threat his acts were to her. Om rummaged around for a while among all the peculiar things in this oddly shaped little cave, but he soon got tired of it. Nothing made any sense. Then he remembered that moving creature with all its thoughts in it - was it still here? Yes, there it was, standing still and watching him. Strange. It seemed like its shiny shell was not attached to the creature, but was put on over it, much like his own nightgown. He approached Meta. She didn't dare to move. Om carefully touched the shiny foil fabric of the spacesuit. What might the creature look like underneath? Immediately, the spacesuit disappeared. Meta let out a scream. Without the protection of the suit, she would die. Her body was used to a higher atmospheric pressure. Her blood would start to boil. She could already feel the vessels in her body starting to burst. "Help!" she screamed and fell to the floor. "I must have my suit!" The boy looked at her in bewilderment. She felt the invisible hand rushing into her brain again. It searched, it tried to understand. Blood flowed from Meta's mouth and nose, and her eyes turned completely red. She lost consciousness.
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