Part 1.

"To know a person you have to understand the background. Not the history of a person; just what stands behind them. When I recall that world I have to explain how it was born. That is the key to the new life that was born. How electrons become fertile. Some say that life is a billion to one chance, the universes biggest chance event. That which is true stands alone. Maybe the universe is crammed full of life and it pops up just about any where it can. I believe that the universe is our creator. Worship the sun, bless its kiss of energy on our planet that is life." The white hair and beard glowed halo like in the rays of light that escaped the clouds. Days like this were a treat. Peace and the views of a total thinker for entertainment, a really good day. The Old man walked in a slow circle, his right hand it never rested as if plucking word after word from the air. The sun painting on his back had given away his religious background. The Solar's religion had been based on the idea that the earth was heaven. Hell was the cold expanses of the empty space to them. Failed and under funded space missions had starved enough of the worlds population. The Solar philosophy had been a great help in the United World Government's move to shut down that last public industry, space. Rotor looked at his watch as it counted down to an interview with his new boss. He looked around at the people sitting in the park. They were mostly students, far too involved with their bar life to consider the old man was still there. Taking a deep breath the old man pulled his hand towards his body and turned in circle. He began a poem of light and energy.

"Every plant that grows

Every heart that beats

Every thought you think

Every light you see

Every fire that burns Is the sun."

The old man ended his stage persona and walked off, seen by almost no one, to tell others of his truth. Some times truth was an important factor then to Rotor to know where he was and where he needed to go.The old man's religion was flawed this day and would be tomorrow. He stopped to consider that two centuries ago it was the truth. Oil, coal, natural gas, wood, peat and cow dung had all then been the most popular sources of solar energy. Until the age of the bomb that brought nuclear fuel and its waste products you could store for thousands of years, still they could still be recycled to make bombs. Doom and gloom, that was the real message and always would be. Religion needed fear to generate belief. From the hope they could provide, at a non-obligation often mentioned price. The real test comes when one of them gets something right. People do not rush to that faith but hide in their guilt and sort the problem out. If anything put a lot of people in danger it never lasted long. A delicate situation, an introduction of something new to people. New always strikes fear into a large group.

The daydream passed and an electronic beep pulled the real world back. He walked to the empty streets, away from shops and parks, to an Office Rentals outlet. The building had twenty floors with of all types of offices, rented by the hour. A three hour lease was ready to help work out his final business with Rental Operations. For several months Rotor and Micky had acquired rival data bases and client lists, today was final payment. Rental Operations was a fair business on the out side, business is war and that makes it all fair. There was the concern that they would try and cut their losses. Rotor dropped this idea and got on with the job in hand.

He over smiled to the under paid, over made up reception woman. She took the credit card and said; "Number 207 sir. If there is anything else you need please call reception on one, thank you."