DONALD I. TEMPLEMAN'S STUNNING NOVEL ABOUT GODLESS MAN'S FUTURE!
The year is 2174. Perhaps it will be...the final year:
"I believe that God exists," Beneficent Georges grudgingly confessed. "I simply do not believe in God. For centuries, religion smeared its ranked stench upon every aspect of human life. For millenniums, billions of people huddled in their temples and their churches and their mosques trying to exorcise guilt for their imagined transgressions and reserve favor in some immortal afterworld. They even warred in murderous hypocrisy over such ideals. Tragically, pleasure and caprice became the enemy of life, rather than its virtue. Wealth became known as 'greed'. The joy of sexual exploration became unlawful 'fornication'. Even pride was reduced to 'vanity'. And any proven fact of science outside the bindings of the 'good book' became heresy. And for what? The sake of His 'glory'? The unverifiable promise of eternal life? God be damned! Let man have his day!"
The Alien's eyes swirled a hideous, bloody scarlet.
"Sand." it spoke in a gurgled wet baritone.