Contract with God aka The Moses Expedition

3

‘He’s downstairs, sir.’

The man in the chair shrank back a little. His hand trembled, although the movement wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone who didn’t know him as well as his assistant.

‘What’s he like? Have you investigated him thoroughly?’

‘You know I have, sir.’

There was a deep sigh.

‘Yes, Jacob. My apologies.’

The man stood up as he spoke and reached for the remote control that regulated his environment. He pressed down hard on one of the buttons, his knuckles turning white. He had already broken several remotes and his assistant had finally given up and ordered a special one made out of reinforced acrylic that conformed to the shape of the old man’s hand.

‘My behaviour must be trying,’ said the old man. ‘I’m sorry.’

His assistant didn’t respond; he realised that his boss needed to let off steam. He was a humble man yet very aware of his position in life, if those traits could be said to be compatible.

‘It pains me to sit here all day, you know? Each day I find less pleasure in ordinary things. I’ve become an insignificant old idiot. When I go to bed each night I say to myself: tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day. And the next morning I get up and my resolve has vanished, just as my teeth are doing.’

‘We’d better make a start, sir,’ said the assistant, who had heard countless variations on this theme.

‘Is it absolutely necessary?’

‘You’re the one who requested it, sir. As a way of controlling any loose ends.’

‘I could just read the report.’

‘It’s not just that. We’re already at Phase Four. If you want to be a part of this expedition, you’ll have to get used to being around strangers. Dr Hocher was very clear on that point.’

The old man pressed a series of buttons on his remote control. The blinds in the room came down and the lights went out as he sat down once again.

‘There’s no other way?’

His assistant shook his head.

‘Very well, then.’

The assistant headed for the door, the only remaining source of light.

‘Jacob.’

‘Yes, sir?’

‘Before you leave… Would you mind letting me hold your hand for a moment? I’m frightened.’

The assistant did as he was asked. Kayn’s hand was still trembling.