Mathmatical proof that God Exists. (sort of)

Okay, I have your attention. Admittedly I’ve taken on quite a task, proving god exists, but I think I’ve found a mathematical way to do it. Keep in mind I have no intent to prove god exists. I couldn’t be less interested in the question.

But in my own weird way, I’ve stumbled on a mathematical proof that in one light proves the existence of god from a certain perspective.

I’ve been working a lot with infinity, and consequently nothing. The basis of my work is I’m trying to understand how Infinity interacts with reality. You can view some of my work here and here. In Summation, I’m working on the hypothesis that our universe is not infinite. Instead, it exists in an infinite dimension I’m calling the binary universe.

The binary universe consists of at least three infinite dimensions. My hypothesis is that it is the medium in which our universe exists, in fact, it is the medium in which an infinite number of universes exist. Note this is not the same as parallel universes. I mean to say that in any given direction there is another universe separate from ours separated by an infinite amount of distance. That is of course if you define the universe as what was created by the “big bang.”  Or whatever you might imagine created the universe.

Infinite, that’s a word I say and write a lot. I’ve recently changed my thinking about what infinity is I’ve been trying to connect the mathematical concept of infinity with the behavior of the universe. It’s been bothering me you see, how can the universe be infinite if it’s growing? How can the universe be described as having an infinite amount energy a moment before the big bang then exist in a state that is not infinite the next?  Where did the infinity go? If the universe expanded to infinity when did it cross the threshold?

Maybe these answers are already out there but most of the avenues to find them are blocked to me. If by nothing else my refusal to pursue them. So I’m left to ponder these things for myself.

Infinity is not a number. It is a set containing every possible number.  If your universe is one-dimensional infinity is a dot, if it’s two dimensional it’s a line, and so on. If you have more that one instance of a number infinity contains all of them. Infinity also contains all the numbers that are not there. It’s a little difficult to get your mind around but bear with me.

Just as darkness is the absence of light, noting is the absence of existence, and just as darkness can inherit some of the properties of light, so to can nothing inherent some of the properties of existence. Consider a light cast upon a wall. Now imagine a person standing in front of that light to cast a shadow on that wall. Darkness has no shape no size, but because it can only exist where the light is not it inherits its shape from the person who cast it.  Now imagine more people come in into the room. Each casting their own shadow. It’s the same darkness even separated by light. Its only changed in size because there are more things blocking the light, but it’s essentially the same. Now count the shadows.

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Suddenly we can give a value to the darkness. A property that logically the darkness should not have. If we extend this outwards and make the wall as big as the planet and include every person on earth the darkness for just one light can number in the billions.

The same is true for existence for every instance of existence, there is an infinite number of places where that thing that is existing is not. Because we can count the instances of existence we can infer a value to the instances of non-existence.

This leads me to the Reson I call the infinite universe the binary universe because there are only two things in the universe that matter. Existence (1) and Nothing (0)

So where does god come in? Well, that’s hard to say? Mostly because we lack a universal definition of what god is. Mostly because god is a concept, and concepts are defined by the mind of the person who is perceiving them.

But let’s not let the fact that something is undefinable slow us down. The simple ambiguity of description is not an impediment for an adventurous mind! You may define god however you want. There are only two possibility’s you will either define god in such a way that it completely removes god from the mathematical system or your definition will leave just enough room to guarantee god’s existence.

Here is how I go about it. The crazy man that I am. In most creation myths god is defined as the creator of the universe. So let’s set that as the bar. A being of such technological and scientific sophistication that they can create a universe. I don’t know if this is possible, but considering we are here, I’m going out on a limb to say that it is. I also imagine if they have that kind of sophistication that they would almost assuredly be godlike in other aspects.

The biggest obstacle to most godlike things is energy. If you can create a universe you’ve probably got that solved for the most part, and that makes so many things available to you at your god table.

You may, of course, argue this description, but keep in mind you are merely arguing the description and not the numbers for the existence of these godlike beings.

One of the many crazy aspects of infinity I’ve discovered is that is can exist between any two points is a two-dimensional universe and any six points in a three-dimensional universe. Since there is no standard distance between points this means that two instances of infinity can be wildly different in their volume and still be mathematically equal, and as we saw in the example of the shadows there is no reason for infinity to be continuously connected. This means there could be an infinite amount of something, just not in the same place.

This leads me to the concept of infinitesimal pairs. This is an exciting set of numbers. Given that two things in the universe can both be infinite and not be equal creates a unique and interesting relationship.

Simply put. If  ∞(a+b) so that a>b  The resulting infinity will be 99.999r % a, and 0.000r % b. So let’s say a=2 and b=1  if we mutiply them by difrent nubers we see that two will asways be twice as big as one.

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2 * 1 = 2————-1 * 1 = 1

2 * 2 = 4 ————1 * 2 = 2

2 * 10 = 20———1 * 10 =10

But the mathmatical distance between them gets wider.

2 * 1 = 2————-1 * 1 = 1 difrence 1

2 * 2 = 4 ————1 * 2 = 2 difrence 2

2 * 10 = 20———1 * 10 =10 difrence 10

The greatest distance between two numbers is a infitesimal relationship. Where one is infinite and the other is infintesamaly smaler.

This works with any two numbers so long as one is bigger than the other.

Since if I’m right and infinity’s don’t have to be equal in volume only in content this makes things very simple for us. There is more nothing in the binary universe than existence. Making the binary universe 99.999r% nothing and 0.000r% existence.

Of that 0.000r% existence, there is 99.999r% entropy and 0.000r% energy.

That energy (which is still infinite) is responsible for the creation of universes. Entropy being the force that causes them to slowly die.

In a small percentage of those universes, civilizations rise up to become godlike and because when you become godlike the only thing left to do is watch home movies, and since it’s likely you can’t go back in time, you create a new universe to study. Meaning that at least some of the universes in existence are created.

This makes the binary universe 99.999r%, not god, and 0.000r% god.

I don’t care how many dice you throw in an infinite system at least sometimes they will all come up all sixes. So long as your standard for god is possible it is probable.

This is, of course, coming from an atheist. 🙂

Nothing a mathmatical sdudy.

As I’ve been studying infinity I’ve come to notice something strange. That nothing and infinity behave very similarly to one and other and have many of the same properties. Leading me to the hypothesis that they are one and the same.  I’ve hence been trying to prove this mathematically.

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Space is not the same as nothing. We have Einstine to thank for that understanding, if space can be bent then it is something, not nothing as its name suggest.

Whenever we get around to figuring out what space is we are likely to find that there is space between our space.

That is the strange nature of nothing by its definition it doesn’t exist, but it is somehow everywhere.

And it’s a good thing too. A universe without nothing is a strange and confusing place. Let’s take the Eiffel tower. It is a thing that exists in Paris France but not in say Denver Colorado. But what if not existing didn’t exist? Then the Eiffel Tower would be infinite meaning the tower would be everywhere. In every place, and every conceivable space, you would be the Eiffel Tower, and this would be true for everything that existed.

What is weird is that from observing the universe there seems to be a lot more nothing than stuff, and this is a pattern that permeates the universe on every level.

So then it must be mathematically demonstratable.

The zeros we see in numbers like 10 are not zero’s they are placeholders. When converted to base 1 (think tally marks or dots) it becomes clear that 10 represents the existence of ten things.

So then where is the nothing?

Right in front of us. Everything, not the ten marks are nothing, but this should be seen in other formats like base ten, and binary.

It is. When we write the number 1 we only concern ourselves with what is necessary and assume the rest is nothing, and normally that’s good policy, but not when we are looking for nothing.

Every single number uses every possible place, ones, tens… ∞ each space is filled with a number or nothing.

1,000,000,000

θ,θθθ,θθθ,100

θ,θθθ,θθθ,θ10

θ,θθθ,θθθ,θθ1

It is safe to say that every instance of existence is surrounded by an infinity of nothing.

∞«—-θ,θθθ,θθθ,θθ1.θθθθθθθθθθ—–»∞

Therefore its possible say the following.

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Working with Infinity.

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x = any number

∞+1=∞

∞+x=∞            Infinity cannot get bigger.

∞+∞=∞

∞-1=∞

∞-x=∞           Infinity cannot get smaller.

∞-∞=∞

∞*1=∞

∞*x=∞

∞*∞=∞

1/∞=1/∞*∞/1=∞/∞=1&∞

x/∞=x/∞*∞/1=∞/∞=1&∞       Infinity is always infinity.

∞/∞=∞/∞*∞/∞=∞/∞=1&∞

———∞——–

|—¦–¦—¦—|             There is infinite space between 0 and 1

0–¼–½–¾–1

 

———-∞———- a

———————–∞———————— b

line a and line b are equal a=b

2+∞=4

………………………..|——∞——-|

|——-|——-|     |——-|——-|

0——-1——-2  + 0——-1——-2 = 4

Infinity can substitute any number.

 

 

 

Story Idea: The Kings Ballad.

I had an interesting dream which I am planning to adapt to a story.

My Bex (best friend\ex-wife) and I were playing Hearthstone when I got a sleep attack, which I get sometimes. I call them attacks because that is what they feel like like. Like I’m being forced to sleep whether I feel physically or mentally tired.

This one was a bad one. It hit hard and fast and I fell asleep for a moment while playing the game. The attack wasn’t done with me they come in waves and another was coming soon. Basically, I needed a nap and it was not a suggestion.

So I excused myself from the game, which was sad because although Hearthstone is not my favorite game, I did want to keep playing with my Bex.

These are not normal naps either. I often wake up from them feeling rough (for lack of a better word) and kind of tingly all over, like when your arm falls asleep but all over, but I also wake up super energized sometimes. Like right now I feel like I could run a ten-k while calculating physics in my head. If that’s not weird enough my libido seems boosted as well.

But bringing it back to the topic, my dreams during these naps are really intense. They may not happen often but wow! I’ve always had vivid dreams with stories and plots and plot twists its where I get some of my best story ideas from.

The Dream.

In the dream, I am king and I have a pretty sweet kingdom. It is like a fusion of the medieval and cyberpunk looks. There are lots spires and towers everywhere but they are covered in circuits and screens and other high-tech gadgetry. Everything is white with gold accents.

I am in the middle of an important trade\peace agreement with a neighboring state of elves. It wasn’t stated in the dream but I’m going to call them High Elves. They are about ten feet tall, skinny, are beautiful and graceful, and walk around like they are better than everybody else. This goes especially for the high council of about ten elves who all look like the just smelt a fart.

In the dream, in order to secure the treaty, the council asked me to do something I did not like. I was not clear on it but it felt very much like some kind of massacre. Or a slaughter of innocents.

I’m thinking it was probably a slaughter of an Elvish peasant town and the council made my kingdom do it so it wasn’t connected to them. I do it but I feel awful about it.

What I’m thinking is me and my men dress up like Orcs to do it to blame the Orcs for the slaughter and avoid balm ourselves.

I did it because we needed the treaty, but the longer time goes on the harder I find it to keep quiet about it, but I have to. Saying something would mean war.

On the day the treaty is ratified our peoples come together is a celebration. There are about a thousand people in my banquet hall the peasants are on the main floor and there are balconies for the rich and important so they don’t actually come in contact with poor people.

I come out on the stage, which is about fifty feet in the air, and about fifty feet where people are sitting. I’m also being broadcasted on every screen in the kingdom.

I look at the High elf council who are already annoyed because this is unscheduled. I say to them something like: “Our kingdoms come together in peace on this day, and to celebrate I have written a song.”

I take out my electric guitar because why the fuck not. I look to my band and give them the nod and we start playing this driving metal tune. Like Metallica back in the day.

Were rocking the people high elves and humans and a few other races stand up and are jamming to the music.

I start singing in fucking Elvish. I don’t say it outright, I. E. I don’t say “the High Council forced us to murder your people and blame it on the Orcs,” but it’s there if you know what to look for.

And as I get to the part where I’m confessing the worst thing I have ever done. The song slows down and gets sad. So sad it makes me want to cry. The song ends and the people are blown away and everyone is clapping the people haven’t realized the significance. I look to the Council who look like they just heard a wet fart. They don’t say anything because that would be confirming it so the just storm off.

I retire to my privet quarters. My wife the queen is still out attending the festivities. So I am met by an elf mage who serves on my court. She is not the same race as the high elves. She is much shorter about five two-ish and has bluish-purple skin. (She reminded me of this woman that works at 7-11 who I would really like to have sex with but she’s in her early twenties and I don’t want to go there.)

Anyway, she heard the song and put two and two together, and she is there to comfort me. After we talk for a bit things get sexual (remember what I said about libido.) and that is where the dream ends.

If you want to get all Freudian and analyze that shit go right ahead. I’d love to hear your interpretation. I just think it was an amazing story, and I’d love to see it as a movie, or a music video.

Fearocracy: The Pome.

Fearocracy: A pome by Michae J Pennington.
Based on a theory by Michael J Pennington.

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Fearocracy!?
What the hell is Fearcoracy?

Democracy, Monarchy, Oligarchy none of these things are Fearocracy.

Theocracy? Dictatorship? Communist-anarchist-uber-democratic-capitalist-oracy?

No.

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Fearocracy.
It’s a state of government, not a form.

Your government may be experiencing an imperial rize. As it has great growth potential and resources aplenty.

Your government may be in the state of dystopic decline as it’s resources have dwindled and all that is left is the awful truth of what keeps the machine running.

You may be experiencing a state of utopian ease as you find yourself adrift amongst the lazy seas of excess.

But if you find yourself in a state of Fearocracy you are in a terrible state indeed.

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Fearocracy!?
Tell me, tell me! What is so scary about Fearocracy?!

Fearocracy is where everyone is afraid, from the poorest pauper to the richest glut, from the powerless to the powerful.

Fear is in the streets, fear is in the government, it hangs high on the flagpoles and low in the pockets of the rich.

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FEAROCRACY!!!!!!
LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT! IT’S GOT A HOLD ON ME!

Fear grips your heart, it seizes your mind and before long you find it’s in charge.

Making the decision making the calls, tearing down connections and building up walls.

It holds your kindness hostage, it locks away your empathy, it robs you of humanity.

When fear is in charge things are really bad. Fear makes bad decisions. The worst to be had!

Fearocracy?
Fearocracy?
What can be done about Fearocracy?

The answer is simple: stop being afraid.

And remember the sooner the better. For fear is the worst way to rule anyone. For sooner or later people have nothing to lose, and they stop being afraid.

And people with nothing to lose and no fear are dangerous people indeed.

 

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Steel: Second Amendment Blues.

Steel: Second Amendment Blues.

By Michael J. Pennington.01-2 Steel 2

Part one: Return to Washington.

Metropolis, gleaming jewel of the coast. Some think of it as a modern-day utopia, but even this city of shining towers and pristine streets has an underbelly. Places people don’t go unless they have too. One of those places is known as suicide slums.

Despite many attempts to improve the neighborhood, there is little doubt it’s one of the worst in Metropolis.

Fortunately, the denizens of the slums have a guardian angel. Not Superman though he visits frequently, there is another hero who watches these streets.

In an abandoned factory is where he makes his home. It’s no secret he calls it Steelworks.
He maintains it with a modest fortune. He’s a good friend of Superman They were often seen fighting together. He is a member in good standing with the justice leag. Most people these days have forgotten about him.

His name is Steel. His not so secret identity is John Henry Irons. He’s what you might call semi-retired. These days he mostly works on his inventions. But to the people of suicide slums, he is Superman.

The hammer slams into the hot metal and a shower of sparks rains from the impact. The new recipe was holding up amazingly well. John was a genius with metal, he was a gifted engineer and inventor, but it was metallurgy where he shined.

“Odessa,” Said John Henry. He was a tall black man, He was wearing blue jeans and goggles to protect his eyes.

“Yes, John?” This was the voice of his computer. Named after his Aunt Odessa West.

“Run cohesion analysis,”

“Molecular cohesion at Eighty percent normal steel and rising. Ninty percent, One-Hundred percent, Two-hundred percent. Three-Hundred Forty Percent…”

“Now!” John said as he plunged the metal into a new superfluid that was colder than liquid nitrogen. John had developed it with a collage of his. This liquid was perhaps all that remained of their friendship. It was derived from Kryptonite. Liquid Kryptonite you might call it but unlike its solid counterpart, it gave off no radiation. Instead, it absorbed it. In this case, it absorbed the heat radiation from the metal so fast the molecules arranged themselves in a crystal-like structure.

“Molecular cohesion holding at Two-Thousand percent normal steel.”

“Ha!” cried, John. “I bet this is just as strong and tuff as old Clark himself!”

“Crime detected,” Odessa Replied.

John sighed heavily. “Location.”

“Steelworks,” said Odessa.

Jonh raised his eyebrow.

The senator was always a man of modest means. What money he did have he didn’t like to flash around. His rental car was a small unassuming hybrid. He didn’t know metropolis well, and he’d never been to suicide slums. So it took him some time to find the building he was looking for.

He parked the car and got out. He was a small man, but he was well known in political circles.

“Hey!” cried one of the many homeless people around. “You’re that guy!” A man in rags.

“Yeah!” Said his companion. “Th’ one who wants to give all the poor people money!”

“Well, I’m poor give me money.”Said the first one.

“Gentlemen,” said the senator. “I’m more than happy to take you two to get something to eat later… but what we really need in this country is to vote out all the conservatives and tax…”

“Look man!” said the first homeless man brandishing a knife. ” I don’t vote. It’s all rigged. Look what happened to you.”

“Yeah,” said the second one taking out a gun. “It’s all run by the Illuminati and the lizard aliens. Just give us your wallet and we’ll tell all our friends to vote for ya.”

“Excuse me,” Said John Henry in his Steel persona. He floated above them in a pair of Rocket boots. His armor covered him from head to toe, but it was not stiff and ridged it moved like it was a part of him. It was complete with a cape and a copy of supermans ‘S.’ “You know I live right across the street right?”

“Hey, your that guy who pretends to be Superman!”

Steel took out his hammer, his primary weapon. He activated a magnet in it. It pulled the knife and gun from the would-be robber’s hands. It also snatched the Senator’s car keys. “For the record…” said Steel, “I never once claimed to be Superman.”

“Illuminati!” Cried the first man, and he began to run.

“Lizard mind probes! Run for your lives!” He ran after the first.

“Terrible,” said the senator. “The state this country is in. Those men need professional help, and…”

“You are senator Burns right. You ran for president last year.” Said Steel.

“Yeah,” Said Burns, “too bad the other guy won.”

“I didn’t vote for him,” said Steel as he gave the senator back his car keys. “What brings you to the slums?”

“As it happens, young man.” Said Senator Burns taking the keys back. “I came to talk to you…”

“I don’t think so,” said Steel. “You want the other guy with an ‘S’ I can give him a message for you.”

“No mistake Mr. Irons,” Said Burns. “You are the one I want to talk too.”

Steel invites the senator inside for a cup of coffee. While the coffee brewing steel takes off his suit returning in his blue jeans. The senator takes note of his many scars and remarks, “You’ve been at this superhero gig a long time.”

“Not as long as some, but longer than most.” Replied John, as he tossed the knife and gun he took from the criminals unto his pile of scrap metal. These weren’t the only weapons in the pile.

“You don’t like guns do you, Mr. Irons?” Said Senator Burns.

John got the coffee pot and pored him and the senator a cup. “I’m not a fan of guns. If that’s what you mean. I’m not against folks defending themselves mind you, but I’ve never seen anything but pain coming from the barrel of a gun.” He set the cup in front of the senator. “I hope you like it plain, I don’t have any creamer.”

“Wow!” said the senator. “This is what we use to refer to as sludge.”

“Sorry,” said John. “Superman complains about it too.”

“Don’t be,” said the Senator. “It’s been a long time since I had a good solid cup of Joe. You’re a rare man Mr. Irons.”

“Call me John,” It was getting a little too serious in here. Mr. Irons this Mr. Irons that John didn’t like formalities.

“Sure John, you can call me Sam. Now what I wanted to talk to you about…”

“Sam, before we get started…” said John, “I got to warn you I don’t do political endorsements. And I don’t follow politics much. I’ve met my fair share of billionaires some good some bad, and I’m not a big fan of the government. So if its a personal superhero you looking for Steel is unavailable.”

“John I don’t want Steel, the last thing I want is for Steel to return to Washington, given his history with the Washington monument.”

John was taken aback. “What could you possibly want from me?”

“You haven’t heard?” Asked Sam.

“Heard what?” Asked John.

“It seems I must be the bearer of bad news. Toastmasters are back John.” Said Senator Burns.

A chill ran down John Henry Irons spine and his blood ran cold. John’s superhero persona was the combination of two of his namesakes. The first he chose, the Man of Steel. Superman. The second was his given name, John Henry. He wore the ‘S’ and the cape for Superman, but he carried the hammer for the famed folk hero John Henry. Like his namesake John found himself battling a machine, but this one was one of his own makings. As a young man, John served as an engineer for the military. He designed a gun called the BG-80, he thought he was making a weapon for the ‘good’ guy’s but it wound up in the hands of terrorist.

They wiped out a small town, and upon witnessing the devastation John left the army. It was after the death of Superman that BG-80’s now dubbed ‘Toastmasters’ started showing up on the streets of Suicide Slums that John dawned the cape. He found the dealers, tracked them to Washington. He found their source and stopped it. He thought they were done.

“Whose dealing in Toast!” said John. “Is it the White Rabbit? Hazard? He promised me!”

“Everybody,” Said senator Sam Burns. “Least that’s the proposal. John if we don’t do something Toastmasters are going to be legal.”

“What?!” cried John, “They can’t do that!”

“Congressman Charleston has introduced a bill to Congress to just that. They already have all the support they need. John, I don’t need Steel the superhero. I Need John Irons the designer of these terrible weapons to testify to the Senate and tell them why they should not be in the hands of regular citizens…”

“Of course,” Said John. He had made more than his share of mistakes, but the one that haunted him the most was the BG-80. He blamed himself for every one killed by them.

It was a long flight to DC, John used to travel in his armor, not quite as fast as Superman, but it could keep up. Otherwise, he’s used Justice Leag jets. The computer experience was less than thrilling. Senator Burns insisted on it. He was clear that there shouldn’t be any signs of Steel. He requested John come in his military uniform, though John didn’t know if he was allowed to wear it.

It was his commanding officer that sold weapons to the terrorist. Steel proved it and excoriated himself, even got a full pardon, but he still left military service under less than ideal circumstances. The uniform felt itchy and uncomfortable, a feeling he used to. He felt the same way about the ‘S’ Clark insisted, but John never felt worthy, too much blood on his hands.

By the time he had returned to Washington the bill had already passed through Congress. It seemed government was swift when money was backing it. The rain was falling hard that day in Washington, and everywhere he looked Jhon saw ghosts of his past. He remembered DC as fondly as DC remembered him.

When he arrived at the capital, Senator Burns was in rare shape. He was known for his fiery speeches and he was pleading passionately with his fellow senators. “So you see my fellow senators we can’t let these ‘guns’ loose on the streets! But you don’t have to take my word for it. I’d like to call before you the inventor of these weapons. John Henry Irons.”

John’s throat was dry and his mind was blank. He had no idea what he was going to say, but as soon as he got to the microphone he found the words pouring out of him from a deep well of pain.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Senate I come before you today as the inventor of the BG-80 otherwise known as the Toastmaster. I come here to tell you I made a mistake.

“I created those weapons to protect our troops. I thought… I believed the best defense was a strong offense. As a young man, I only thought about making the weapons as efficient and powerful as possible. I didn’t stop and consider what that meant for the person on the other side of the barrel. The chared smoldering bodies of the gun’s victims haunt me to this day.

“They are not gun’s, they are inhuman. Mama’s didn’t know what corps to cry over because they all looked the same. Children buried in closed caskets becue they were unrecognizable. Urn’s were less than half full because most of the remains blew away in the wind long before they could be collected, and cremated. These weapons don’t belong in anyone’s hands, not the military, and certainly not the hands of regular people!

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Senate, I made a mistake. Please don’t compound my mistake by making another one. I don’t think I could live with that on my conscience.”

A clapping began, as many of the house were moved my Johns words. One woman stood up, making a show of her clapping. John didn’t recognize her. “Let’s hear it for John Irons and his moving words.” Cried the senator.

“Mr. Irons. Thank you for coming out today and speaking with us on this controversial subject. Then you are no stranger to controversy.” She said. This was it Burns warned him of this, that the opposition was going to try and drag him down. They were going to drag out every dirty and unsavory thing from his past. He was ready, he would stare at the truth unwavering and answer every question. What happened was not what he expected.

“I mean, when we heard you were coming back to Washington DC most of us though ‘hide the monuments!’ am I right?” This joke got a few laughs. “Most senators wouldn’t risk taking a stand on your exploits.” She paused for dramatic effect. “But I’m not most senators.” She walked up to the podium where John was standing. She haded him as a small thin box. He opened it up a metal was inside. “That’s a congressional medal of honor. This is not a ceremony and I’m not the president but I think you should have it.”

“I don’t understand,” said John.

“Mr. Irons. As we have always maintained we are not anti-metahuman. There are plenty of good meta’s out there. The Flash, Wonder Woman. You work on a daily basis with one of the most admirable meta’s out there. Superman. They are shining examples and we are lucky to have them, but not all meta’s stand for Truth, Justice, and the American way.

“Some of these meta’s are a threat to the public, and not even Superman can be everywhere, Toastmasters, as they are called, are one way for the average American to level the playing field.

“You see mister Irons, we are not anti-meta we are pro-citizen. And nobody exemplifies that value more than this man here!

John was ready for an attack, but this had thrown him off.

“Mr. Irons you were dealt a bad hand. Your General betrayed you and this country. He made you the fall guy for it. But you didn’t give up. You found a way to prove your innocence. You found a way to stop a disgusting arms dealer who was selling guns, and drugs to our nation’s children. You are a hero.”

“I did what I had to do,” said John. “I still don’t think those guns should be legal.”

“And he’s modest too!” Said the senator. “Mr. Irons, there are lot’s of stories out there where the men and women to have a hand in creating something later feel regret for it. Winchester, Oppenheimer, Hamilton, just to name a few. But I think if those people could see the reality the tune might be different. I think statistically speaking weapons have saved far more lives than they have taken, but I’m not here to debate hypotheticals.” As she was speaking men wore moving a large TV screen onto the Senate floor.

“Please consider the following footage.” The large flat screen came on and an image of John as Steel came on he was caring what looked like a large gun. He was battling the metahuman teenagers. He pointed the weapon at them and fired. The seemed to be disintegrated.

“That’s not what it looks like!” cried, John. But he bit his tongue.
He could say no more. The meta’s in the video were working for a man named Hazard. They wanted out, they came to John and asked for help. In exchange for information, he’d help them fake their deaths. The gun was a teleporter. It fooled Hazard but if he ever knew he’d find his lost disciples and kill them. He couldn’t reveal their secret. Not now not ever.

“I’ll tell you what it looks like Mr. Irons.” Said the Senator. “It looks like a concerned citizen standing his ground. How many people could those metals have killed if you hadn’t stepped in that day? As you have undoubtedly demonstrated years ago the only thing that can stop a dangerous meta is a hero with a gun. You are a gifted man Mr. Irons. A hero in my book. All we are asking is that you give another hero’s a chance to shine as you did so long ago.”

John had no words. He was speechless this woman had disarmed his words, not with an attack but with praise.

The senet voted. The bill was passed. Toastmasters were one step closer to being sold legally in America. The president was expected to rubberstamp it. John’s worst nightmare was coming true.