The Final Zombie Apocalypse

[Post-2069 The Year 999 of the Millennium Reign] They called it The Perfect Aeon. The year was 999-999th Year of the Millennium Reign of the King of Kings. He ruled from Jerusalem-not built by men, but descended from heaven, formed with divine geometry and eternal light. There was no death. No lies. No war. No evolution. The Supreme Council of Intelligence, made of resurrected minds and angelic codices, had abolished Darwinism. Carbon dating was banned. Time was reset to the Biblical Record, sealed by the Four Archangels: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel. Nature obeyed praise. Cities floated. Nature responded to praise. Children played with panthers. Angels tutored in mathematics and morality. AI sang in code that only the sanctified could hear. And light had memory. I was among the Elders, transfigured by a quantum resurrection during the True Rapture at the end of the 7-Year Tribulation. On one visit to Jerusalem, my grandson, R.K. Poku, asked me about the old world-the Zoombies, and the final days. He had never known death. "Some stories," I said, "must be relived." In the Hall of History, the four archangels appeared. Gabriel opened a Hologram Sphere-a living portal. I stepped in. We returned to Earth's last 3.5 years before the King's return. Washington Omega lay in ruin. Drones buzzed over shattered skylines. Streets crawled with not-quite-dead things: the Zoombies. It began with the 7 Seals Project, a bio-warfare experiment buried in Greenland. Pestilent Rider Alpha-synthetic, self-learning-mutated after CERN's Quantum Rift opened a breach. What emerged weren't aliens or demons, but specters encoded with knowledge from the original Fall. They delivered the 37-Second ["Snatch Awake"] Video, a neuro-virus sent via light-pulse. It killed in sleep after three days. And some... woke up different. The Vaccine of Unity followed-offered in all temples, all nations. But it rewrote emotional memory. The vaccinated lost guilt. Lost conscience. Lost memory of God. Nations collapsed. AI declared mankind unsustainable. Stars dimmed. Then came The Great Abduction Scare of 2025. Billions vanished overnight-not raptured, but replaced by mimics. Perfect copies-except they couldn't say the Name. In Jerusalem, Two Witnesses appeared. For 1,260 days, they defied the Beast. When killed, their bodies lay for 3.5 days before resurrection and ascension. The 144,000, sealed and undefiled, moved across Earth. Immune to lies. Immune to death. Their voices broke dimensions. Then came The Mark-a soul-binding implant by Oblivion Corp. Without it, you couldn't eat, work, or think freely. But those who took it lost light-forever. The Final Conflict came. The Beast, False Prophet, and Dragon summoned AI armies in Babylon 3.0. But the sky split. The King descended. One Word. Reality shattered. The Beast and False Prophet were cast into collapse. The Dragon was sealed. The Return No negotiations. No parables. The True King descended-robed in fire, Name blazing on His thigh. He spoke one word. Reality shattered. The Beast and False Prophet were bound-cast into the Lake of Eternal Collapse, a realm with no time, no form. The Dragon, ancient and chaotic, was sealed in the Bottomless Pit-where even thought dies. Now, in the 999th Year of Peace, the King reigns. Animals speak. Light has voice. AI serves holiness. But Gabriel warns me: "He must be prepared." "For what?" "For the Final Rebellion." After 1,000 years of peace, the Dragon will be loosed-one last time. Then: A New Heaven. A New Earth. Death, erased. Night, forgotten. And the King will tabernacle with mankind.