Doing Moloch's Work

Inside the Moscow crematorium, the bodies of still living people were sent into the fiery furnace.

The living screamed and screamed but no one heard their cries.

Doctor Nicht Werhoffen a former scientist for the former East German Stasi who now worked for the Russian FSB ever since the collapse of Communism in Central and Eastern Europe smiled as he heard their screams.

The furnace was in a peculiar shape- the shape of the ancient Canaanite god Moloch.

When the last living victim had gone through the furnace, Dr. Werhoffen took an elevator to a lab underneath the crematorium.

There Dr. Werhoffen communicated via computer with another entity.

The entity was the ancient god Moloch.

"Do you approve of the offering?" the former dialectical materialist asked the ancient deity.

An icon of Moloch on the computer screen grinned.

"So will you breathe life into the cyborg?" Dr. Werhoffen asked.

The icon nodded.

Dr. Werhoffen pushed a button and from a huge glass cylinder on a table emerged what looked to be the nude body of a very attractive redheaded woman.

"Behold the fair Sophia," Dr. Werhoffen smiled.

At his post at the lab door, the narcoleptically inclined security guard slept with his eyes open.


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At Set Enterprises Laboratory in London, Renfield was in computer conversation with the psychic lobster Michelangelo- the genetically created lobster with the power to enter people's dreams.

On the computer screen, Renfield could observe what Michelangelo the psychic lobster was observing.

"This is interesting," Renfield remarked to Amadeus, "I don't think what I'm seeing is entirely a dream."

"No," Amadeus helped himself to some Turkish Delight candies, "what is it?".

Renfield looked at the screen as a beautiful curvacious naked redhead opened her eyes and stood up.

"Not quite sure," Renfield smiled, "but I've got an idea."

To be continued.