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            Jin'Mei Kim was operating on cruise control now. He had hacked in to the Scientology website, and was changing the text of the pages. Mainly to show how ridiculous the whole Scientological concept was. He had nothing better to do... He was on Disability for his car crash on July 16th, 2010. Now, just for his magnum opus. His masterpiece! To write on the main page about how L. Ron Hubbard and H.G. Wells had a bet that Ron couldn't start a religion. He was also inserting links to his own website about a religion that he, himself, was starting.

            Jin had read the Bible at least three times front to back, and the New Testament alike about twenty times. Jin wouldn't call himself a Christian, completely. His grandmother whom he had been living with since he was eight had tried to push it on him too hard. And he just couldn't agree with Apostle Paul's latter writings in the New Testament. The Gospels of Jesus Christ did have a certain ring of truth to them. Jesus' sayings were very much alike to what all religions taught. Though, the change from the Old to the New Testaments was too dramatic for Jin to accept a God who was so whimsical as to change his Modus Operandi.

            Having studied most religions in the world after his accident. From Christianity and Islam to Buddhism and Taoism. He had amalgamated the concepts in his head, and still lacking a perfect religion to call his own. He decided to create a web site advocating a new religion. One that combined most of the concepts that God had given man to ponder. After all, all religions believe in virtually the same thing, to do unto others as you would have done unto you. Although, he had not yet studied Hinduism. Which, to him, had too many gods, and was too daunting a task to decipher.

            He believed that he could open some eyes of people who, like him, found current religions lacking. Being a firm believer in some sort of Higher Lifeform. He decided to do his part in educating the people who hadn't the time to study themselves. He believed that all imagination came from this Higher Being, and that all books were the keys to unlocking exactly what the Religious Scriptures had stated previously. So, he had been reading fictional books, from Aldous Huxley to Nora Roberts and Stephen King. He really enjoyed Stephen King's writings...

            Back to his current endeavour: He didn't really have much more to say. Really, if people wanted to believe works written by a science-fiction writer who knows how to create worlds, much less religions. Let them... He just wanted to open up a few rich eyes to what his own research inquiries had discovered.

"Oh shit on a rock!" he thought.

Someone had blocked his access to the site, and was currently tracing his IP address. Good he had used, which routed his true location to several places around the world. Well, he had tried! There was nothing more that he could do other than shut down his computer, and go make some dinner for himself and his eighty-nine year old grandmother.

            Now, Jin wasn't much of a cook. He just read recipes gotten from the internet. If there was something that he liked he experimented with it to get just the right taste. With this being Monday, he had to start all over with a new recipe for the week. This week was Baba ganoush, an eggplant dish from the Middle East. And so, he had to get some eggplants and dried cumin from the store. Changing his house pants to something thicker, and throwing on a shirt. He dashed for the door forgetting to tell his grandmother that he was leaving.

            As soon as he stepped out of his doorway though. Three police cars pull up! "Oh no, hopefully they aren't here about my pot plant in the backyard," he thought. Two muscular officers came out of each car, and drew their guns. Hunkering down by their respective doors. They pointed their guns at Jin who threw his hands up without another thought.

"Freeze! You are under arrest. Are there any more people in the house?" one of the officers yelled out.

Jin, shocked, quietly replied, "Just my grandmother who's old." After cuffing Jin, and throwing him in the back of the car. Three of the officers go around to the back door, and the rest storm in through the front door which was already half open. With one officer staying back by the car that Jin was in.

            Jin hectically thought to himself, "What in the nine heavens have I done now?" And tried to get more comfortable with the handcuffs digging into his wrists. After ten more minutes, an ambulance pulls up to the house. "Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." Jin was beside himself with agony. Three minutes later, as the EMT people come out of the house with a stretcher rolling in between them. A corpse with a white sheet on top of it lying on the stretcher. "Oh fuck, you fucking pigs! Why did you have to come here and give my grandmother a heart attack!?!" Jin screamed through the plexiglass at the officer that was left by his car.

            Sitting on the Harris County Jail's concrete bench. Jin was in torment for his grandmother.

"Jin Kim, get over here so we can take a picture." the officer clerk behind the desk said.

"Just what is it that I've done, sir?" Jin replied.

"Let me pull up your records." was the reply. "Says here you were arrested for terrorism. You're screwed!"

"And so I seem to be," Jin said downheartedly. "But I didn't do anything having to do with terrorism, officer. I've barely left my house in the past month!"

"That's what your record says, go deal with it at court."

And so, Jin shuffled his feet to stand in front of the camera, took his picture, and caught the orange pants and shirt that were handed to him by a young individual about his age.

            Walking through the jail behind another officer. Jin was crying about his grandmother and his current predicament. They passed a lot of doors, and finally came up to another one. The officer with Jin spoke into his walkie-talkie, and the door in front of them began to slide open.

"Fresh fish, here fishy fishy..." went the chorus from inside. 

The End

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