It’s been awhile, but I have another ‘Meeting God’ post. This one has Chase Davenport from the tv shows ‘Lab Rats’ and ‘Lab Rats: Elite Force’ learning something new.
This one is a bit longer than the others.
“We need to find them,” Kaz insists.
Bree is looking at Douglas, who was moved to a medical gurney. “How will we be able to find them?”
Everyone looks to Chase. He realizes everyone’s looking at him after more than a second, then looks at Bree.
She looks to the others, “I’ll call Mr. Davenport, see if he and the bionic island can help. Everyone else rest up. We’ll need all our energy for the fight ahead.”
The others nod. Chase stays in his place for a second, out of touch with his surroundings. Bree gives him a hug.
“I’ll stay with Douglas, go sleep,” she whispers. Chase nods, then uses the hydro lift. He walks up the stairs to his personal room. His capsule is in the corner. He changes out of his uniform. But he can’t sleep. He stumbles out and to the couch placed in his room. He sits on it looking out the window.
His heart feels dead inside. He’s numb, but it’s still a pain he can’t describe.
He frowns at that. He tries to put it to words, but once again, he comes up empty.
“You don’t know everything, Chase.”
Chase looks up, trying to find the intruder.
“No matter how much it may seem like you do.”
“Who are you?“ Chase asks. His voice shakes, and he finally notes that his eyes are watery, leaking onto his cheeks. He touches his finger tips to his face to further prove it.
“…Oh, Chase… I can tell you what you feel.”
Chase pauses from his anger. The voice had just told him that it knows something he doesn’t, but not in a condescending way. It sounded like a father imparting knowledge on his young son, whom he cares for more than anything.
“…What?” Chase asks, “What is it?”
Chase leans back, sniffing and scoffing, “I knew that.”
“You are reading into it too much. There is no human description of heartbreak. None that are scientific at least.”
“Who are you?” Chase asks.
“Who do you say I am?”
Chase remembers hearing that questions before. Tasha had a radio channel on one morning. Though she didn’t finish it, he did catch that. Chase snickers, “You’re saying that you are God?”
“You have always been smart, Chase. …But you let it be a crutch sometimes.”
“You aren’t God,” Chase says, “that’s impossible. There is no way there’s a mystical being that oversees the world and has all power.”
“How have you come to that conclusion?” Chase senses there is a presence on the other side of the couch.
“There is no evidence towards the existence of a God,” Chase says, “Therefore, he doesn’t exist.”
There’s silence. Chase believes that the person, or thing, is gone. Then he sees a hand reach down to him. He looks up.
There’s an elderly man standing there, with jewel eyes in a color Chase has never seen before. “Come with me.”
“Don’t you want an adventure, Chase?”
Chase is about to say he’s had enough of an adventure for one night.
“Don’t you want to learn something you’ve never seen before?”
Chase then looks at the hand, then takes it. The moment he does, he’s standing at the terrace. ‘Teleportation. Right, just teleportation,’ Chase says as he looks out.
“What do you see?”
“No…” The old man directs Chase’s head higher. “I mean beyond it. What do you see?”
“The Rocky Mountains. The range has fifty-three peaks along its-” he stops, clearing his throat, “Mountains, I see mountains.”
Chase is confused, but he continues, “Clouds?”
“Get to the point.”
The man sighs, “All of this, the natural creations.”
Chase waits for him to continue, but doesn’t, “What about it?”
“Where did it come from?”
“No one knows. I don’t see how the Big Bang could create this, but it had to have been millions of random events to create it all,” Chase answers, a bit exasperated.
The man stops, then thinks to himself. He then points to something, “What about that?”
Chase looks at where he’s pointing, “The clock?”
“Yes, the clock. Where did it come from?”
“How do you know?”
“There’s a symbol on the back that shows who made it.”
“But how do you know that it was really made by them?”
“We bought it from them.”
“Can you find the store you bought the clock?”
“Yes!” Chase yells, exasperated by this conversation.
“Have you seen the workshop for the clockmaker?”
“Have you met the clockmaker?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Do you know their name?”
“So how do you know it was made by a clockmaker?”
“Because, it’s a clock,” Chase says, “all clocks are made by clockmakers.”
“How come?” The man asks, still patient and not in the slightest bit confused.
“…A clock couldn’t work without all the cogs and pieces fitting together perfectly,” Chase states, “a clockmaker knows how those cogs are supposed to fit together.”
“…Can’t the cogs fit like that randomly?”
“How do you know this?”
“Because… Are you kidding me?” Chase asks, “this is a pointless conversation.”
“I assure you it is not. Do you have an answer to my question?”
“Yes. The clock has many materials that make it up. There’s no way that they would happen to be formed and then on top of that, there’s no way they would naturally fit together to make a working clock. It needs a creator.”
“All the evidence is there.”
The man is silent for a moment, contemplating something in peace. He then looks up, “Do you mind if I ask a few more questions?”
“How many types of trees are there?”
“Over sixty thousand have been discovered,” Chase answers immediately.
“How many insects are there?”
“Around the ten quintillion mark.”
“Species of animals?”
“About eight point seven million,” Chase lists.
“How many people are in the world?”
“Seven point seven billion and growing.”
“How many galaxies?”
“One hundred billion.”
“What is the last digit of pi?”
Chase opens his mouth, preparing to find the fact and answer without pause. But then he stops and realizes that he doesn’t know the answer. “…No one knows that.”
“Hm.” The man then asks different complicated questions with science and math, all of which Chase answers without a second thought or he has to think for a couple seconds. Each question was from a completely different part of the study of academics.
“What are you trying to tell me, sir?” Chase asks.
“You say you can look at a clock, know that it must have a creator because of how intricate it is,” the man explains, “yet you also know a vast amount of the discovered world, yet believe it is all random?”
Chase stares at him.
“Chase, even if I gave the materials necessary to make a clock a million years, in the end, it still wouldn’t be a clock unless someone comes around and uses the tools to make the clock. Everything needs a creator, even life itself.”
“But what you are talking about is impossible.”
“Impossible?” The man asks. He looks out, “Many people with many different eyes look out at the world every day. And each sees something different. An artist sees the work of a painter. A writer sees the stories twisting with each other. But you, Chase, are a scientist. I bet you see how everything works, how things connect with one another. You look to the very atoms, or to the expanse of the stars.”
He looks at Chase.
“You have intellect few ever experience. So use it, Chase. Look back through everything you’ve learned. Prove to me, use evidence to show how just one thing in the natural world is an accident and not planned down to the smallest electron.”
Chase hesitates for a second, then he closes his eyes. He accesses his super intelligence, sifting through all the knowledge stored in his chip. After going through it all, he comes out to say, “…I can’t.”
“That’s because all the evidence out there further proves that it is not an accident,” the man says after a humored chuckle.
Chase leans against the railing, stunned at the revelation.
“Chase… I could tell you who made that clock. I know his name, his life, and every place in the world where the metal, wood, and glass came from to produce it.”
Chase turns to look at him.
“I could tell you the end of pi, I have more equations than you could count in mind that have yet to be discovered. The numbers you stated barely scratch the surface. Of all the people in the world in the past, here now, or in the future, there were no two that were exactly the same. And I was there, at the beginning of time, when I spoke the world into being.”
“No one can just make something of nothing,” Chase says, but he hears the doubt in his voice.
“Because you are all human, or,” the man smiles fondly, “mortal, if we’re including Skylar. You are bound by time. I have powers and knowledge no one else can rival.”
“…How can I know for sure you are who you say you are?” Chase asks, “What have you created that is so great?”
The man walks over to Chase, looks into his eyes, then sets a hand on Chase’s shoulder, “I created you, Chase.”
Something warm builds in Chase’s chest.
“Your father, Douglas, created you, yes. But I designed who you would be. Neither of your siblings could handle your bionics, much like you can’t handle theirs. I chose everything about you, from how many hairs on your head, to your eye color, height, and birthmarks.”
“…Thanks for that-” Chase mutters, remembering the one on his hip.
The man interrupts him with a smile, “And I love every part of you. If not, you would be different.”
“…Did you also choose what I would endure?” Chase asks, stepping away, “the people that have betrayed me?”
“No, I did not.”
“But you created them too?”
“I cannot choose for someone their own actions,” the man states.
“…Then why do I still go through this?” Chase asks, “Why did you make me just to see me suffer!”
The man steps forward. First Chase backs up, but then he allows him to step forward and wrap him in a hug. As much as Chase wants to deny it, it is one of the most comforting hugs he’s ever been given.
“I never wanted this for anyone. But… people chose their sin, and they were separated from Me. But… I knew they would.”
“And yet you still created us?” Chase asks, “Why?”
“Because I loved them. And I had a plan. One that would ensure that anyone that believes it is true, and believes in Me, would always have Me with them in this life, and then can live with Me in eternity when they die.”
“I don’t know if I can believe that,” Chase asks.
“It’s okay to doubt. It’s in human nature. But I will be here to help you with that doubt.”
“…What is your plan to save us? Can I know?”
The man chuckles, pulling back. Chase now sees, not a frail elderly man, but instead a man probably in his early thirties, but no less powerful. “It’s already finished, Chase. And yes, I will tell you the story. And I will answer every question you have after.”