Deus Ex Narnia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Christian Writers


A young alien girl living on a planet with a highly advanced technological civilization tries to understand why there is so little happiness in the world. Sequel to NEAR DEATH, IDOLS, and FORWARD
TO THE PAST.


I

“It hurts,” Vika said.

Dad was looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was handsome – tall, strong, and slender, with nine multi-colored, rhomboid eyes. Both his beautifully shaped faces were covered by soft, squishy beards, slightly trimmed around the liver.

“My stomach,” Vika said.

“Honey!” Dad shouted into the depths of the living room. “I can’t find my seventh sock. Have you seen it?”

Gug’s silvery voice rang through the internal sound system.

“I’m busy with my doctorate, sweet sulfur pie. Just materialize one, okay?”

“Materialize, of course,” Dad muttered to himself, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. “Energy consumption doesn’t cost anything, right? And who has to pay the bills? Who?”

“Daaaaaad,” Vika said.

“What?!..”

“My stomach hurts.”

“Annihilate and reproduce a couple of cells, then.”

“But Uncle Alex says we shouldn’t be doing that. He says we’ve grown too accustomed to easy solutions.”

“Uncle Alex is full of shit,” Dad said absent-mindedly. Five holograms hovered in the air in front of him. One of them was probably his boss reprimanding him for being late for work.

“Valentin! Stop using such language in front of the child,” Mom said sternly, coming out of the bathroom.

“Where the hell is the molecular transporter today?” Dad shouted. “I can’t find anything in this house!”

“Stop yelling!” Mom yelled.

“My stomach hurts!” Vika chimed in.

Mom quickly cloned Dad and started hitting the clone hard with all her hands. Acid sweat poured down her lavender faces.

“Take this!” she screamed at the clone, smashing its kidneys.

“You are too kind,” the defenseless clone said, producing a seraphic smile. “It feels so wonderfully marvelous to be beaten by you, o magnanimous, magnificent, munificent woman of indescribable beauty, not in the very least overweight.”

“What’s going on there?” Gug’s voice resounded in the loudspeakers. “I can’t concentrate with all this noise around. Do I have to shut out my consciousness again?”

“You should’ve shut it out when Dmitry was hitting on you yesterday at the party,” Dad said.

“He was not.”

“Oh yeah? His bile was all over your new dress.”

“Take an anti-jealousy pill, Valentin,” Mom said, stuffing the squashed remains of the mutilated clone into a portable annihilator.

“Take an anti-gullibility pill, Masha,” Dad said sarcastically.

“There’s no reasoning with men,” Gug complained in a weepy voice.

“Shut up, Rito!” Mom hissed. “You are one to talk! All you are interested in is your stupid doctorate. So you’ll find a way to convert dark energy into baryonic matter and stabilize the expansion of the universe. Big deal! Do you even care for our relationship as a triad?”

The three of them started talking all at once. Vika inhaled a large portion of air and bellowed:

“My!.. Stomach!!.. Hurts!!!.. Aunt Nadya died of that new unknown disease yesterday. All the girls in my class are laughing at me because my teeth are white and solid. There is a war between New Ukraine and the City-State of Mensk. My math teacher’s wife and bife have both left him, and he tries hard not to cry during the class. You guys are fighting… fighting… fighting… all the freaking time!” She began to sob. “What… what kind of a world is this?”

“Honey…” Mom said.

Vika pushed past her, stormed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. She ran into a pile of old towels, stumbled, and fell.

She didn’t feel like getting up. She didn’t feel like doing anything at all.

“I’ll just lie here…” she said out loud, sniffling. “I’ll just lie here till I die. This life has no meaning anyway…”

At that moment, an image of a curiously shaped, large, yellow animal flickered in front of Vika. It was looking at her intensely with a pair of round, greenish eyes.

She thought she’d installed too many sight-enhancing microchips while preparing for the zero-gravity mega basketball game yesterday.

Then, suddenly, the image became real.

 

II

Vika glanced around and realized that she wasn’t in her bathroom anymore. In fact, she was surrounded by alien landscape. All around her was wild growth – a massive, impenetrable clump of grotesque, gigantic plants with monstrously thick stems clad in brown armor. It was as though one of the prehistoric paintings by the Ancient Ones had suddenly sprung to life.

Right in front of her stood the yellow animal, still studying her with calm interest.

“It’s just a dream, right?” Vika said loudly.

“No, it is not, my child,” the animal replied, slightly tilting its head.

Vika instinctively felt the trigger of the low life form annihilator at the bottom of her middle knee pocket.

“You… you can talk?” she asked incredulously, trying to keep all her nine eyes on the creature. “You look like an animal. You aren’t supposed to be talking. Are you a product of a genetic experiment? A mutated organism? An alien?”

The creature raised its head, adorned with a long, golden mane, and suddenly emitted a deafening, earth-shattering roar.

Vika was very close to pressing the trigger, but then a sudden thought flashed through her right brain.

“Wait a second… wait a second,” she said, trying to remember something. “Uncle Alex gave me that silly book… written by one of the Ancient Ones. All made up, just fairy tales, though. Or so I thought… By any chance – are you a lion?”

“This is my shape in this world, child,” the creature spoke calmly. “Yours has not seen me yet.”

“I can’t believe it,” Vika said, shaking her heads. “I’ve always hated that book.”

“Why?” the lion asked, looking somewhat bemused.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Vika snorted. “Because of you!”

“Me?” the lion frowned. “What have I done to draw the ire of a young creature more than five thousand years after that book was written?”

“Everything,” Vika said decisively, feeling the tears forming in some of her eyes again. “You are… a beast. You are supposed to be this omnipotent, benevolent being, but you almost never help anyone. You just… stand there. People fight and die believing in you, and you barely lift a finger! Or a paw! Or whatever your appendages are called. Aslan, right? Is that your name?”

“Yes, it is,” the lion said.

“Well, Aslan, it’s time for someone to tell you the truth about yourself.” Vika’s voice was trembling. “You suck!”

She was still probing the low life form annihilator in her pocket, wondering if it would work on a creature that wasn’t a normal animal after all. She braced herself, waiting for the lion to charge at her.

Unexpectedly, Aslan lowered his head and slowly wagged his tail, looking humble and seemingly ashamed.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, child,” he spoke quietly. “I do much more than just stand there, but perhaps you do not notice that. Many years ago, your people were on the verge of death at each others’ hands. I sent my servants, a group of creatures from the planet Earth, led by a man named Alexei Men, who traveled to your planet and saved you from yourselves.”

“Yes, yes, the Ancient Ones, I know, I’ve studied history,” Vika said impatiently. “But that’s exactly what I mean. That’s so like you. You do a few things here and there, but meanwhile, people die all the time, and you don’t care!”

“How do you know that I don’t care?” Aslan asked.

“Because if you did, you’d come and fix all that!” Vika blurted out angrily.

“Fix what?” Aslan asked.

“Are you stupid or something?” Vika fumed. “Fix everything! People are dying, do you hear me? If you are so powerful, come and help!”

“But you never ask for my help,” Aslan said. “You, the inhabitants of the planet Voznesenye, have the tendency of solving problems on your own. You have invented molecular transportation, advanced cloning, time travel, energy transformation, and plenty more. You are the masters of the cosmos, the rulers of all sentient creatures – those few that still exist, that is. You have reached the highest peak of all civilizations ever known. So why are you still unhappy?”

Vika was silent. Around her, the trees were whispering to each other, their foliage swooshing in the fresh air. Tiny creatures flocked together, hiding behind the trunks and listening to the strange conversation with fearful deference.

It took Vika less than a minute to make a decision. With a swift movement of a finger tube, she changed the setting of her weapon from annihilate to tame. She shot through the pocket, without bothering to aim – the lion was a big enough target. The nano-bullet hit Aslan square in the forehead.

She looked at him, chuckled, and spoke with quiet contempt:

“You’re coming with me, kitty.”

 

III

Excerpts from the diary of Viktoria Valentinovna Kxrxmzv, Neosiberian Confederation, planet Voznesenye, year 2977 CE, 5133 HCE (Human Common Era).

December 24

Tonight is an old holiday we’ve inherited from the Ancient Ones. We eat roasted cobalt, sing songs, and switch our metabolism cycle to upgraded oxidative phosphorylation for the winter.

I have miniaturized Aslan and hidden him in my underwear dispenser. Nobody knows he is here. Nobody knows what we’ve been doing.

I had to do what I did. Aslan is the most powerful being in the universe, and having him just lie on the grass is a colossal waste. I’m trying to do some good. Whoever reads this, don’t judge me. I’m only 273 years old, okay?

Besides, we are doing fine. I didn’t expect the taming to work, but it did. Aslan follows my orders now. The first thing we did was stop the war between New Ukraine and Mensk. Aslan hypnotized the leaders of both countries, and they signed a permanent peace agreement. That’s it, the war is over. I brought peace to our planet. If that’s not awesome, then what is?

I knew I did the right thing. And no classes tomorrow!

 

December 26

There is one tiny problem. This morning the Grand Duke of Mensk lost his middle shoe and converted the teeth of his New Ukrainian chambermaid into gaseous state by way of punishment. In response, the President of New Ukraine caressed the buttocks of the Menskian Ambassador, killing him instantly. The war resumed with increased ferocity.

 

December 27

No need to panic. Aslan hypnotized the leaders again. I also had him revive all those who’d been killed in the war.

Now I’m thinking that it’s unfair to those who died in molecular transporter accidents, or because someone decomposed their vital organs by mistake.

Also, those who died from diseases… No matter how advanced our medical science is, those new diseases keep appearing for some reason. I want to see my Aunt Nadya again…

Come to think of it, why should people die in the first place?

 

December 31

Mensk and New Ukraine are fighting again. According to a Menskian news hologram, New Ukrainians provoked the war by coloring their kidneys purple during their weekly Independence Day parade. “That is extremely offensive to the memory of my late grandmother, who was knitting me a sweater of that exact color when she was gunned down by New Ukrainian fanatics eighty-seven years ago,” stated the Marshal of Menskian Defense Forces (MDF), and proceeded to position 4127 armored energy hovertanks on the state border. In response, a senior New Ukrainian official called the Menskian government a “breeding institution for vicious racism”. Several Menskian tourists were brutally murdered on the streets of New Ukrainian cities. “They looked too freaking dumb with those funny big foreheads of theirs,” a carpenter from Magnetic Lviv explained. “We just had to off them.”

 

December 33

I told Aslan to resurrect everyone. Every single Voz who has ever lived and died. I’m still hesitating about other races. After all, we wouldn’t want to populate our universe with savages.

 

December 47

The atmosphere at home is getting worse and worse. Dad intercepted a nano-love letter sent to Gug by some guy named Dmitry. There was a huge scandal. Apparently, Dmitry and his wife are in love with Gug and want it to complete their triad. I ordered Aslan to teleport them to the South Pole. Then there was an even bigger scandal, because it turned out that Gug was in love with Dmitry as well and planned divorcing Dad and Mom. I wanted to order Aslan to force Gug love the rest of my parents, but that just didn’t feel right. I don’t know why, it just didn’t. I’m devastated…

Uncle Alex visited us. He told me he was grateful for the incredible miracle, having Aunt Nadya come back to him. Grateful? Did he suspect that I had something to do with that? Anyhow, I was touched. I had tears in my eyes. Then he said he hoped they would die together.  I hinted to him that maybe they wouldn’t die at all. Maybe nobody would. His faces turned blue and he said that he couldn’t even imagine a more horrible fate. He said something very strange. He said that in order for us to become immortal, we have to stop being us. I totally didn’t get it. Uncle Alex is a sweetheart, but he can be so weird sometimes.

 

Undecember 1

Back to school. I finally dared to look in the mirror in the morning. Just what I thought, the right side of my left face is all puffy and green. I told Aslan to fix that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get myself to go to school.

I actually told him to make me look like Angelika Jly. Why not?

The streets are full of people. There are way too many of them. That was to be expected, since we’ve resurrected every single Voz in history. Strangely, not everyone is happy with that. Several husbands filed petitions to their governments, saying that they prefer their wives and bives to stay dead. Some of the worst criminals of our history are back, so the rate of violent deaths has increased dramatically. Overpopulation has created a lot of new problems as well.

I told Aslan to eliminate poverty and satisfy the material needs of every citizen automatically. That’s it, that’s the solution. Why go for half-measures, we need the cure to be radical.

 

Undecember 19

Nobody works anymore.

Everything has stopped. Nobody does anything, because there is no need. People are terribly bored. Sexual orgies – sixsomes, twelvesomes – are practiced openly, in plain sight. The overall carelessness causes unbelievable amounts of accidents of all sorts. Suicide rate has just gone up by 250%.

Our family is ruined. Gug left to the South Pole. Dad started drinking way too much benzene. Mom goes to see some kind of a “spiritual teacher” every day, who keeps telling her that this world actually doesn’t exist, and all troubles come from caring. What a load of quartz baloney. I feel like everything is falling apart.

I told Aslan to fix that.

 

Undecember 27

Dad doesn’t drink anymore, Mom stays at home and takes care of us, and Gug is back. I had to bring it back, I can’t accept it being together with some strangers. I told Aslan to make my parents fully obey my orders. That’s the only way! How else could I have saved my family?..

 

Duodecember 2

Since Menskians and New Ukrainians are killing each other faster than Aslan manages to resurrect them, I eliminated all the states on the planet Voznesenye. It is now officially united as the Viktorian Empire, ruled by the only person here who is actually doing something! All expressions of nationalism are strictly forbidden; punishment is death without subsequent resurrection. Enough is enough.

 

Duodecember 50

Now people are into all sorts of religions. I forbade all religions. Then men started fighting women, until bomen came and trashed both of them. I almost told Aslan to pulverize all my subjects.

Why can’t those bloody idiots just get along?!..

 

January 7

No matter what I do, it just keeps getting worse. Am I cursed? Are we cursed?

 

January 22

I hate it how my parents do whatever I tell them, but they make those horrible grimaces! And they cry! Whenever I’m not there, they cry like babies.  Disgusting! They think I don’t know that. Ha! I know everything now – Aslan made me so.

I told Aslan to make them stop crying. They’ve stopped. Now they have pitiful, suffering faces. I hate that! That makes me feel bad! Stop it! Stop it!!..

 

February 14

I spent those days feeling awful about myself.

I’ve turned into a gruesome, murderous tyrant who uses brute force and the coarsest forms of coercion at the slightest provocation.

I’ve become the kind of person I’d always hated.

At first I wanted to tell Aslan to simply make me stop feeling bad. But I knew that wasn’t the right solution.

Then, suddenly, it hit me.

Why hadn’t I thought of this before?

I told Aslan to make everyone happy.

That’s it. That’s the only order I should have ever given him. It’s so simple!

But Aslan said he couldn’t do that.

 

IV

“What do you mean you can’t?” Vika thought she’d heard wrong. “How… how is that possible? You must do what I say. I’ve tamed you!”

Aslan looked at her earnestly and shook his great head.

“I’m afraid I was somewhat misleading you, my child,” he said. “Do you really think such a gadget would work on me? I willingly fulfilled all your wishes. You see, I’m not a tame lion.”

Vika gazed at him, all her eyes wide open.

“So…” she spoke slowly. “You knew beforehand that everything would go down this way. And you were just… amusing yourself when I was trying to help everyone, knowing that I would fail? You were just mocking a stupid child until her feeble brains finally realized she just needed to ask for happiness – and then refused that one request to punish her? How… how could you be so cruel?”

“I’m not cruel, my child,” Aslan said quickly, looking at her with sad eyes. “I haven’t fulfilled this final request only because I’m truly incapable of doing so.”

“Incapable? But you’re omnipotent, aren’t you?” Vika mumbled angrily.

“Omnipotent, yes,” Aslan said patiently, “but not absurd. I can’t do impossible things. I can’t make a square circle. I can’t create a stone I’d be unable to move. I can’t stop being Aslan. And I can’t make you happy. Not now. Not like this.”

“Don’t play mind games with me!” Vika cried bitterly. “The first three are logical contradictions. How are they similar to what I asked you to do?..”

“They are quite similar,” Aslan said. “I can’t make you happy because you are what you are. And as long as you stay that way, you will never be able to be truly happy. Making you happy now would be the same as making a circle square and still hoping it would remain a circle.”

“Bullshit!” Vika shouted, using her favorite expletive from the books of the Ancient Ones. “If you wanted to, you could just make us feel the happiness. We can be happy. Sometimes. There is no logical contradiction in that. All I’m asking you is to make that permanent!”

“But if I make you permanently happy you won’t be yourselves anymore,” Aslan said quietly. “You are defined by the kind of happiness that is hard-earned. The kind that comes, if at all, after tears and screams of pain, and doesn’t last long. The kind that is illuminated by real love and self-sacrifice, which are so precious because they are so rare. The kind that is impossible if you keep loving your own selves more than anything else in the world. And, above all, the kind that each one of you can choose freely, working for it and creating it rather than getting it as a gift. Answer me this: do you want to be free creatures in my own image, or helpless, pre-programmed marionettes that I’m pulling by the strings?”

Tears were flowing down Vika’s cheeks.

“So,” she said, sniffling loudly. “We’ll never… ever… ever… be happy?”

“I didn’t say that,” Aslan said, caressing Vika’s shoulder with his powerful paw. “Maybe you’ll be able to change and become… slightly different. There is time. There is chance. There is choice. And there is me.”

She hugged the lion and held him tight, her abundant tears moistening Aslan’s beautiful mane.

“Aslan,” she sobbed. “Aslan! Will you… will you help?”

He purred like a gigantic cat, his bristly whiskers tickling her faces. She looked into his large green eyes and smiled, and he smiled back.

“Of course I’ll help,” he said. “That’s why I’m always around.”

 

THE END


Submitted: July 20, 2016

© Copyright 2020 Oleg Roschin. All rights reserved.

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Chris Green

This is so full of ideas that to try to comment here seems futile. In a word, it's brilliant,it's a whole compendium of sci-fi at your fingertips kind of story and yet the best of it is the beautiful satire that runs through it. This really is a fine effort, Oleg. I loved it!!
Regards
chris

Wed, July 20th, 2016 8:36am

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Thank you so much for your kind support, Chris. I feel rather comfortable with satire; it comes to me naturally and always helps me to infuse some fresh ideas into stories dedicated to very serious and grave topics.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 2:53am

Sa.L.T

This story is outstanding! I loved how you pointed out that (this is what I received) power isn't happiness, but it's a restriction for other people's freedom. From what I received, this story understood that you don't control power, but power controls you. An amazing story, this has got to be a personal favourite of mine on the entire site.
Thank you for directing me to this. I thoroughly loved it, and I hope many others come to realise that they might, too.
Sa.L.T

Wed, July 20th, 2016 12:40pm

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Thank you very much for your kind comment, Sam! You are right, the moral of the story is that we are so controlled by our selfishness and our desires that, even with the best intentions, attempts to magically fix everything that is wrong in the world would lead to catastrophic consequences.

We need to change ourselves first, and then we might have a shot at true happiness.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 10:58am

B Douglas Slack

I don't believe I've ever read something as enchanting (if that's the right word) than this, Oleg. The symbolism was spot on. Even though set in the far future, when mutations have gone amok, it still boils down to human nature and how it can lead us one way while changing all around us.

A Morgan Freeman said to Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty, "Don't do anything. Life will sort itself out in due time."

~Tom

Wed, July 20th, 2016 1:02pm

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Thank you so much for the kind words, Tom, your feedback means a lot to me. I'm very glad that you liked this story, I put a lot of heart into it. It was actually long overdue - the theme has always interested me, but I was delaying the gargantuan task.

Just a small correction - the Vozs are not mutants, they are indigenous inhabitants of their planet. They have Russian names because they were given culture and civilization by Russian space travelers in 22nd century, ca. 5000 years before the events of this story take place, but they are not genetically related to humans.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 10:55am

hullabaloo22

Great story, Oleg. I loved the inclusion of Aslan and the way he could not possibly grant happiness to everyone. I loved the way you showed how all the different wishes led to other problems emerging. And I loved that endearment -- 'sweet sulfur pie! Must be one of the most unique I've ever come across.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 1:44pm

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Haha, thank you for your kind comment, Hully, I'm glad you liked this one. I've always wanted to write a story where God appears and just gives us whatever we want. When I thought I was an atheist I was actually hating God for not "fixing things", much like Vika. I used to say that if I were God, I'd do this and that, and make everyone happy. It took me a long time to understand that creatures like us can never be happy - our desires are bottomless, and even if they weren't, complete satisfaction brings about depressing boredom and loss of life's meaning. We can't become truly happy as long as we are what we are.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 10:49am

DJcyan

So it's a little difficult to identify different characters, but I'm starting to get the hang of it. Aside from that, I think it's beautiful how you can incorporate all these ideas and ideals and somehow seems like a euphemism for God.
Yet all the while it's this sci fi tale of a dystopia that crumbles farther into its problems thanks to the main character's efforts. And on that note I should mention how I adore the angle you took with said character. Instead of transforming into a symbol of peace and utopia and all the values she holds dear, she

Wed, July 20th, 2016 2:54pm

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Thanks for your kind comment, DJcyan - I think you didn't finish it?.. Anyway, Aslan was already a euphemism (if one may say so) for God in C.S. Lewis' "Chronicles of Narnia"; I took that character because I adore those books, and also because it's easier to express my ideas using sci-fi and fantasy imagery. My main idea in this story is our impossibility to create "Heaven on Earth". Our selfishness and our sins will always get in the way no matter how hard we try. And we can't force God to solve our problems for us; we must do it on our own, humbly requesting His help.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 10:38am

D. Thurmond aka JEF

It seems that I am a little late to the party here, but I'll say that it was great. Lots of interesting characters and ideas of how it might be on a distant planet; a planet that seems much like home. Another fine story.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 5:18pm

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Thank you for your feedback, JEF! Indeed, the planet Voznesenye is a lot like Earth, despite the weird looks of its inhabitants and their incredible technology 5000 years into the future. I think all fallen creatures must, by and large, share their characteristics with human beings. We all need God, no matter what we look like and how much we've done to advance our civilization. Without God there is no true happiness.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 10:33am

Norman K

You've done it again, my friend. The requests made by us to an almighty power to change everything back to the garden of eden is absurd and impossible. Perhaps, unfair, as well. I think that it's brilliant that you set this story far into the future, where people will see that this aspect of our 'being' will not have changed. It's an old story; a contemporary story; and a future story. Beautifully written, flowing ideas and literary prose that appeals to all levels of understanding. it's easy to see this as a graphic novel or a film. Thanks for writing it.

NormanK

Wed, July 20th, 2016 7:02pm

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Thank you for your kind support, my friend. As always, you understand my intentions - the main reason for setting this story in the far future (it is currently chronologically the final story, just as "In a Grove", set in 1980, was the first) was to contrast the ridiculously advanced technology of the Vozs with their very "human" nature. I'm inclining more and more towards anthropological critique masquerading as science fiction in my stories. Can't do much more than Ray Bradbury has already done, but hopefully I can put some fresh ideas out there.

Wed, July 20th, 2016 9:26pm

Mr Watson

A very creative write Oleg, You created a world, very different too the world we live in, yet with the same scenarios and challenges we have to face. Inspiring, satirical, and thought provoking.

Thu, July 21st, 2016 3:02pm

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Thank you so much! :-)) I'm honored to have your feedback, Mr. Watson, it means a lot to me.

Thu, July 21st, 2016 8:20am

Melancholic Wisdom

This story is really great! The dialogue was really well written, and the world building was incredible. I generally like the sci fi stuff, and honestly this was really good. I love the title as well, by the way. Nice job!

Thu, July 21st, 2016 5:20pm

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Thank you very much for your kind comment, Nik, I really appreciate it! I'm glad you liked the title - I initially called the story "Hard to Be a Lion" (a pun on brothers Strugatsky's famous sci-fi novel "Hard to be a God", with a similar theme), but then I thought it sounded a bit too straightforward and cheesy. "Deus Ex Narnia" paraphrases "deus ex machina", a device in Greek plays where a god appears suddenly and fixes everything at the end...

Thu, July 21st, 2016 10:25am

Keke Serene

Livers....?

I'm very confused. I may not know a thing or two about human anatomy, but whys there a liver on his face? Is liver a kind of beard shape or something? I seriously feel I'm missing something lol.
Haha, sweet sulphur pie? Now I am very confused haha. XD
Cloning sounds fun. Beating up clones sounds even fun-er. Lavender faces, eh? I guesss were not looking in on humans, then. Aliens, maybe?
The Dio between Vika and Aslan is wonderfully written. ...So why are you still unhappy is an excellent question, which I think a lot of people have.
Haha, the riff raft between the Mensk and New Ukraine is absolutely hilarious to read, though, wars here on earth can spout over just as silly things, I'll admit. Killing people for big foreheads, lol, yes.
Wow, her resurrecting people seems silly! Every single Voz who's ever lived? Craziness!
Haha, all the husbands don't what their wives coming back to life. Yikes, and suicide and crime rates have gone up. I can't imagine meeting people who were my ancestors. That'd be cool... But then I feel like it'd get really old pretty fast. I think people were meant for a time, yknow?
What are bomen? Vika's definitely become a tyrant! First she brings people back to life, then kills them off when they do wrong?
Omnipotent but not absurd haha!
What a sweet ending. I really gotta shake my head at Vika, though. I would've asked for happiness first, save all the trouble of bringing the dead back to life! XD
Ahh, I have a love/hate appreciation of free will myself. I feel like life would be a lot less stressful (!) without the miseries of choices. It would be lovely if we were just like angels and simply had problems that God intervened in. But no. We get our troubles all the way with emotions mixed in, bleh! But that makes happiness all the more sweeter once found. And that's one of the reasons why I love free will.
This is an excellent read! Did you say it was apart of some story? :D

Thu, July 21st, 2016 8:47pm

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Haha, you have a very distinct way of writing comments progressively, as a "stream of consciousness" of sorts, I love it :-) Thanks a lot for your feedback :)

The aliens of this story are the technologically powerful, yet morally somewhat deficient Vozs (hmm, reminds me of a certain race dwelling on a certain blue planet in the Solar system).You can meet them in my other stories, such as "Forward to the Past", "When Muses Die", and "Redemption". All my stories are interconnected :)

Totally agree with you about free will. That, exactly, was the moral of this story :-)

Thu, July 21st, 2016 8:54pm

Dani Raines

I'm not sure where to begin here. This is such a marvelous and captivating piece that words seem to fail me, but I will try. First off, I truly enjoy the science fiction world that Vika lives in. I'm a big fan of science fiction and reading about the numerous scientific advances that have occurred over the last two milleniums and some centuries has me drooling at the possibilities. Second, I love how this satire perfectly captures the epitome of the quest for "happiness." Happiness is not something that can be bought, synthesized, etc. Rather it is something that is earned through, as Aslan puts it, hard work, blood, sweat, tears; and while powerful it is fleeting, momentary yet it will never be forgotten. And that's what makes it worth fighting for time and time again.

I'm happy to say that this had made it to my list of favorites.

Thu, July 21st, 2016 10:37pm

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Thank you so much for your kind and insightful comment, Dani! As a child, I used to imagine how humanity attains happiness with the help of advanced technology and social structures. As times passed (and as history was proving over and over again), I realized that the key to happiness must lie somewhere else...

Thu, July 21st, 2016 8:48pm

ParadoxTremors

To say I’m speechless, would be an understatement. I’m still thinking and ponding over your story. It’s complete. Happiness does lay within us; it just can’t be given or forced upon us. “Heaven on Earth” can never be accomplish. Sin and our stubbornness will always ruin it all in one form or another—that’s just the sad facts of the matter. We can ask for help but most of it has to come from us. The daily struggles of our life defines who we are, who we will be in the future—without, we are nothing because we have not achieved or overcome any obstacles. Thanks for making me stop and think. I enjoyed the story and will read more in the future.

Sat, July 23rd, 2016 2:35am

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Thank you so much for your kind and insightful comment! You've summed the essence of this story beautifully. I'm very, very glad that you enjoyed it. Again, thank you very much!

Sat, July 23rd, 2016 2:25am

Ariana Torralba

I like the story. A bit of a lesson as well for the main character: You can't play with fate and change things to your liking. Loved the merge of future and past as well. Well done.

Sat, July 23rd, 2016 11:31pm

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Thank you very much for your kind comment! I don't believe in fate and I do think we can (and should) change things; it's just that we need to start with ourselves.

Sat, July 23rd, 2016 8:56pm

BigBang

Beautiful, Oleg. Simply beautiful :) I love how you combine this futuristic world and the fantasy world of Narnia. Reminds me back when I used to read Narnia books in school when I was in eighth grade haha. This piece brings me back nostalgic memories, especially with Aslan's presence. You beautifully described our human nature as in the selfish demeanor of Vika and Vera, and the very nature of Christ as the gentle yet powerful and omnipotent lion who would be so patient just to put up with us stuck-up humans. Wonderful piece, as always. Your works are always such a delight to read! :)

~BB

Sun, July 24th, 2016 1:33pm

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You are too kind, BB. I'm so grateful to your for your continuous support of my work. This story is very important to me - in a sense, it's an allegory of my own path towards God. Seeing the futility of my own efforts to obtain the elusive happiness, I realized that my failure must have had something to do with my stubborn and militant rejection of God. It's awfully hard to say "Let Your will be done" in some situations, but that's the only way to go.

Sun, July 24th, 2016 8:18am

Hasch

As a Christian, I found the Aslan fellow very familiar. To a degree. This wasn't helped by the fact that the "Lion" is one of the four faces of Jesus Christ as illustrated in the Bible. Man, Ox, Eagle and Lion.

You did a wonderful job in depicting that situations can't just change at the wave of a magic wand. People have got to put in the work. This was wonderful.

Sun, July 24th, 2016 6:17pm

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Thank you so much! :-) C.S. Lewis said that Aslan wasn't just an allegory of Jesus Christ, but the shape in which He appeared in Narnia. I believe that God can incarnate as a member of any race, as any creature, just as He did when He assumed human shape in the history of our own planet.

Sun, July 24th, 2016 11:28am

Little Miss Raindrop

Thank you so much for the invite:} I liked how you expressed this beautiful, powerful message through . When I read it, it revealed a lot of morals. I felt like Aslan was faith, and Vika just had to believe in him. I felt like Aslan represented like a god, who passed judgement on her, and waited for Vika to have faith in him. Some people have doubts about the people believe in him, but it takes awhile to come around to it. Then you showed the consequences of power, which I thought you portrayed beautifully. And in the end, I liked how she embraced him. I also like the different dates you showed her struggles, how the power is falling in her hands. Wonderful job!

Mon, July 25th, 2016 4:15am

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Thank you very much for your kind and insightful comment! I couldn't have summed up the message of this story better myself.

Aslan is, indeed, the way God manifests Himself in C.S. Lewis' fantasy novels "The Chronicles of Narnia". I'm a big admirer of Lewis and I couldn't help writing this bit of fan fiction :-)

Sun, July 24th, 2016 10:21pm

MissGangamash

When I first started reading this, I've gotta admit, I was very confused haha. But when the diary entries started coming into it I realised where it was going. This story reminded me of 'Bruce Almighty', Vika was trying to play God by coming up with simple solutions but they backfired. And her talk with Aslan at the end was very insightful, you can only appreciate happiness after you've experienced sadness.

Also, I don't know if this was intentional or a typo but you switch from Vika to Vera and I'm pretty sure its the same person...

This was a very interesting and thought-provoking piece, well done :)

Mon, July 25th, 2016 2:08pm

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Thank you so much for your kind comment!

Ouch, I can't believe I've switched to Vera - it's the heroine of my short story "Down the Rabbit Hole"! Totally unintentional, the names are just kind of similar... Thank you for pointing this out, I'll fix right away!

Mon, July 25th, 2016 8:00am

unmasked delusions

Sorry, I hadn't been on booksie and had just seen you left a quickie about this story. This is a cool tribute to C.S. Lewis, and I can always see the spiritual aspect of things so that was neat also. Very imaginative and I like how you always go "all out" in each of your stories, your not afraid to try a bunch of different things and mix them together. good job

Mon, July 25th, 2016 10:48pm

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Thank you very much! I really appreciate your support for my work :-)

Mon, July 25th, 2016 8:55pm

Mooncat

Nice story! I loved the sentence 'Making you happy now would be the same as making a circle square and still hoping it would remain a circle'. It's somehow related to ones' life.

Tue, July 26th, 2016 4:36am

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Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked this story :-)

Mon, July 25th, 2016 9:45pm

Megan Fox

Awesome, Oleg. Although I must admit to struggling to sort the characters in the beginning because they're so alien and the family unit was progressive to say the least. Poor Aslan was being overworked but he managed to teach Vika that getting what you want all the time is not a solution, you have to work for it. I had fits of giggles as everything Vika did made the situation worse and your humour shone through. I'm not sure how you and Chris manage to push out some many high quality stories at such regular intervals. I'd better get my specs on and put something up.
Megan

Tue, July 26th, 2016 5:17am

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Thank you so much, Megan, I really appreciate your kind support :) Not sure whether the Viz family is that progressive - they just have three genders, so if a man and a woman can't find their boman they can't reproduce :)

Looking forward to reading more of your wonderful stories! Bring 'em on! :-)

Mon, July 25th, 2016 11:06pm

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