The year is AD 30. I am in the Garden of Gethsemane. It is night, but the moon is full. Trees and bushes cast long shadows in the dark.
But I don’t belong here. I’m a Time Continuum Cop. I’ve come from the future, sent back by my superiors to stop two time travelling terrorists from trying to destroy the timeline. They will come here, tonight, in a few minutes. Their target can only be the historical figure Jesus Christ.
My eyes had been cybernetically enhanced, and I could see in several spectrums at once, so I scanned around until I found what I was looking for. Three men were fast asleep on some stone benches beneath a line of trees that edged the garden. I walked closer to them to check them out. One was a large, burly man, with a bushy beard. Next to him were two younger men, one bearded, one not. Both much more handsome than the first fellow. But they did not match the description I had been given of Jesus Christ, so I continued up the garden path.
Hearing an anguished voice crying out, I quickened my pace, and bursting through a hedgeline, I found another man, wearing a flowing white robe with a blue shoulder sash. He was kneeling in front of a large rock, his face lifted heavenwards. I heard him saying, “…Father, please, is there anyway that this cup can be taken from me?” he sighed. Then he added, “but let your will be done, not mine.”
I was shocked. Eventhough an aethiest, I had read the entire New Testament and learnt to speak the ancient languages of Hebrew and Greek before embarking on this mission, and this man Jesus was saying word for word what was printed in the Bible.
Jesus suddenly turned around and stood, looking directly at me.
I staggered back a step. My chameleon device was active, there was no way he could see me. It was impossible. Yet somehow, his eyes were locked on mine.
My wrist cronometer suddenly buzzed, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. A time displacement was in progress. The terrorists were here.
With cybernetically enhanced muscles I unholstered my two blasters, but hesitated as six rather than two beings exited the timestream. And to my utter horror, they were not human. In fact, not even alive. They were deathbots, insectoid in appearance, bristling with scythe like limbs.
Coming to my senses I vaporised two of them, but the one closest to me flicked a metallic limb and I felt a sharp coldness puncture the left side of my chest. I fell to my knees as shock and pain began to numb my whole being. I could feel my left lung filling with blood.
I had failed. Jesus Christ would die before his appointed time, and this alteration to the timeline would cause the space-time continuum to cease to exist. Everyone would die.
The deathbot that had struck me glared at me and said, “Jesus will die here, now, at Gethsemane. There will be no crucifixion.”
Then the four remaining deathbots turned and advanced towards Jesus Christ, who ignored them and instead spoke to me a single word. “Look.”
And for the first time in my life, I could actually see. But not something in all the multitude of spectrums my cybernetic eyes could see, but something way beyond that. Jesus was now shining like the sun itself, in fact, his face was so radiant I could not look directly at him. But the real shock was that he was not alone. There were literally thousands of glowing angels filling the entire place, both the grounds of Gethsemane and filling the sky above.
They waited until the four deathbots lifted their weapons to strike down the Lord and then acted. Faster than I could comprehend, they lifted holy swords and smote down the deathbots, turning them into dust.
I fell to my side, smiling. I had not failed after all. The timeline was intact. But more. I found the Truth. Jesus Christ was no simple man. He was indeed God-with-us whom the Bible spoke about, he was indeed the saviour of mankind. As my sight faded, I placed my faith in him, just as I heard him say to me, “Officer Jansen, in a little while my work will be done, then I will join you in Paradise…”
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