Summary: Google doc of the text so far. Mick Aloha had been a messiah for only a week, but already he felt he was an expert at it.nbsp; All you had to do was say things, and everyone interpreted them and thought they were really important.nbsp; Already his followers, the former kappa followers, were writing a Gospel of Mick Aloha.nbsp; Some of the zingers found in it so far were Do as you do and I can't promise that it will get better, but it will get better.nbsp; They were writing it both in the original English and in Japanese.nbsp; Aloha hoped his brilliance would come through in the translation. All hell had broken loose since Aloha had become a messiah; that was when messiahs were most useful.nbsp; It had started with robots that looked like ghosts.nbsp; Those were easy enough to deal with:nbsp; just kick their heads off.nbsp; It had taken less than a day to clear the country of those robots, at least that was what his followers had told him the news had reported.nbsp; The same thing had happened all over the world. The next wave, though, was tougher.nbsp; They were cyborgs.nbsp; Aloha, maybe more than any other human, was privy to cyborgs.nbsp; He'd seen that Jean-Claude Van Damme movie at least eight times, maybe more, and in the seventh grade, instead of doing his boring school work, he'd drawn cyborgs.nbsp; He had no art skillsmdash;maybe the only area in which he was lackingmdash;but the drawings had been accurate.nbsp; He'd spent hours going over the logistics of having human and mechanical parts mixed together.nbsp; Messiahs came along at the right time with the right knowledge, and Aloha knew this was his time. The cyborgs looked like someone Aloha had once met, but he was still trying to remember who that was.nbsp; They all looked exactly the same.nbsp; They all fought exactly the same, too; like maniacs.
