a short story by John Kremer
“Hello, God? … Well, who is this then? … This is heaven, isn’t it? … Well,
all right, then let me speak to God. … God. … God, that’s capital G – o – d,
God. … Well, I don’t give a damn what name he goes by, I just want him. Let me
talk to the head man. … The boss. You do have a boss? … Okay, let me speak to
him. … I’ll wait. … No, I won’t hang up. … No, you listen! I’ve spent some big
bucks to make this call. I’ve gone through three Comsats and fourteen Telstars
to reach you guys, and I’m not about to hang up now. You just tell your boss
that Joseph L. Montagu is waiting to talk to him. … Just tell him. … Let me
worry about that. You just get him. I’ll do the explaining. … That’s better. …
Yes, I’ll hold, but make it quick. … Yah, thanks. …”
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“Yah, hello. Who’s this? … Michael de who? … Michael the Archangel? Hey, has
there been some kind of coup up there? I wanted to speak to God, and the little
squirt gives me you. … God. … God. That’s capital G – o – d, God. … You, too? …
Never heard of the fella? … Well, have you heard of the Big Boss? … Well, do you
have some kind of being up there who’s in charge of the whole place? … Good, let
me talk to him. … Yah, I’ll hold. …”
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“Yah, hello. Is this God? … God. … You, too? … Well, are you the big boss? …
Ya know, the person in charge. … Good, then you’re the one I want to talk to. Ya
see, I’ve got this problem and I — … What? … In triplicate? … Hey, listen fella,
this is a long distance phone call, very long distance. I can’t just up and
leave everything here to come and fill out one of your forms. … Yah, I’m calling
from Earth. … Yah, you got it. … What? … You’re not in charge of cleaning earth?
Who said anything about cleaning? … You’re the what? … The sanitation
department? Shit. … No, not in heaven. … No, it’s just an expression. … Yah,
sorry. I didn’t know you’d take it personally. … That’s all right. … No, now
wait a minute, don’t hang up! … Yah, I mean, I’ve been three months setting up
this call, and I don’t have another three months to spare. … Yah, I need to talk
to God. … Yah, I know, you never heard of him. But have you heard of some
supreme being? Ya know, the head of the whole shebang. … The big boss. The king.
The president. … The president? … Good, let me speak to him. … Yah, thanks. … No
trouble. … Yah, I’ll hold. …”
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Hello? … Are you God? … God. … God, capital G – o – d, God. … Not again.
Well, are you the president? … He’s out? … Won’t be back till when? … Translate
that for me. … From Earth. … Well, it’s the third planet from the Sun. … Sun?
Well, that’s what we call it. … No, it doesn’t have any other names as far as I
know. … Well, it’s an ordinary sized star near the outer rim of the galaxy. …
Milky Way. … Oh, for —. Listen, I haven’t got the time for a geography lesson.
Have you heard of Jesus Christ? … Buddha? … Krishna? … Zeus? … No history
either, huh? Well, forget it. It’s not really important. All I really want to
know is how much longer before the president returns. … Oh, he’s in now? … He’s
been back how long? … No, wait, don’t tell me. … No, really, forget I asked. …
Thanks. Now can I talk to the president? … Finally. … Yah, I’ll hold. …”
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“Hello, Mr. President? … Good. Say, are you God? … God, capital G – o – d,
God. … Oh, no. Well, what are you then? … I know, the president. But what I mean
is, what do you do? … Yah, like what’s your line of work? … Master of
ceremonies? What ceremonies? … Every night? … Clouds and choirs of angels and
the whole works? Every night? Don’t you get bored? … Oh. Three weeks and then
someone else takes over. Elected? … Drafted. It figures. … That I can
understand. But, see here, enough of this. I’m really not interested in your
problems. … Yah, I’ve got my own. … Well, what do you think I’m calling about? …
Yah, I’ve got this problem I want fixed. … Not your department? … Yah, it
figures. Well, do you know who I should talk to? … The complaint department? …
All right, I’ll try it. What have I got to lose? … If I should be so lucky. …
You’ll transfer me? … Yah, thanks. … Sure, I’ll hold. …”
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“Hello. Is this the complaint department? … Say, first of all, have you heard
of God? … No, forget I asked. … No, I don’t have any complaints about him. Not
yet anyway. … No, really. … Yah. … Yah, but I do have a problem. … Yah, a
problem. … The president. … Uh, uh. He told me to talk to you. … He shouldn’t
have? … You don’t what? … You don’t handle them in person! What do you do? … Oh,
the proper channels. … Prayer? … Have I tried it? Listen, buddy, I’ve been
trying prayer for two years now, and it hasn’t done me a hell of a lot of good.
… You bet, on the knees and everything. … Yah, priests, too. And candles and the
whole shebang of paraphernalia. … Even a bishop. … Yah, two pilgrimages. … Yah,
Lourdes and Jerusalem. … On Earth. … Well, it’s the third planet — no, wait,
it’s not important. … No, really, forget it. They didn’t do any good anyway. …
Yah, I know. … How’d I get your number? … Well, some guy from Ma Tell. … Ma
Tell. … It’s a short and unaffectionate nickname for the Telstar System. … Well,
they run the long-range communications for the entire galaxy. … Yup,
instantaneous. … Yup, a monopoly. But, as I was saying, this guy from Ma Tell
happened to patch into a gravitational curve running from here to heaven. … Yah,
that’s how it works. … Well, no, not yet. … No, I’m the first. … The hell you’re
telling me! You’d better believe it took big bucks, and a hell of a lot of time.
… What for? I told ya! I got a problem. … Yah, you told me, proper channels. …
Wait! … Do you perhaps have someone up there who at least listens to problems? …
Yah, personally. … Information? … Okay, let’s give it a try. … Yah, I’ll hold.
…”
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“Hello, information? … Good. … What? … Oh. Joseph L. Montagu, from Earth. …
No, you don’t really want to know. … Yah, I’m sure. You wouldn’t know if I told
you anyway. … Yah. … Yah, I’m calling because the complaint department said you
might know of someone up there who listens to people’s problems. … No, they
don’t. You have to go through the proper channels with them. … Yah, I want
someone personal. … A what? … A psychoanalyst? … Well, I don’t know. … Well, do
you have one by the name of God? … God. … That’s capital G – o – d, God. … Yah,
I’ll hold. … You do? … Great, sent me through! … Yah, I’ll hold. … Yah, thanks.
…”
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“Hello, God? … Oh, thank God! … Oh, sorry, that’s an expression. … Yah, I’ve
been trying to reach you all day. … Well, it’s good to talk to you, too. … You
see, I have this problem. … Yah, I know. … Thanks, I appreciate you taking the
time to listen. … Well, it began like this. You see, two years ago I found out I
had cancer. … Yah, incurable. … Yah, and terminal. … Uh, uh. I tried everything
— doctors, healers, quacks, priests, lawyers. … Yah, none of them worked. … Oh,
yes, prayers and pilgrimages and fasts and diets and drugs and a dozen new
experimental techniques. … No, none of them. … Yah, that’s why when I got the
chance to talk to you, I took it. … Why you? Well, you’re the big boss. If
anyone can cure it, you can. … You can’t? … It’s not your what? … Your line of
work? Well, what do you do then? … Listen. Just listen? … Yah, a lot of help. …
Say, you wouldn’t know by chance who does take problems? … You know, takes ’em
and solves ’em. … You do? … Him? … Yah, I should have guessed. Well, can you
transfer me? … You can? … Just across the abyss? … No problem then? … Great. …
Yah, thanks. … You, too. … Yah, I’ll hold. …”
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“Hello. Is this the big D? …”