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Father Vidicon’s breath hissed in. “And—with so large a percentage of the electorate in every country being Sunnite…”

“It amounts to virtual outlawing of the Roman Catholic Church. Yes.” His Holiness nodded. “And I need hardly remind you, Father, that the current majority in the Italian government are Sunnite Communists.”

Father Vidicon shuddered. “They’ll begin by annexing theVatican !” He had a sudden nightmarish vision
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of a Sunnite prayer meeting in the Sistine Chapel.

“We’ll all be looking for new lodgings,” the Pope said drily. “So you’ll understand, Father, that it’s rather important that I tell the faithful of the whole world before then, about the Council’s recent action.”

“Your Holiness will speak on television!” Father Vidicon cried. “But that’s wonderful! You’ll be…”

“My blushes, Father Vidicon. I’m well aware that you consider me to have an inborn affinity for the video medium.”

“The charisma of John Paul II, with the appeal of John the XXIII!” Father Vidicon asserted. “But what a waste, that you’ll not appear in the studio!”

“I’m not fond of viewing myself as the chief drawing-card for a sideshow,” His Holiness said sardonically. “Still, I’m afraid it’s become necessary. The Curia has spoken with Eurovision, Afrovision, PanAsiavision, PanAmerivision, and even Intervision. They’re all, even the Communists, willing to carry us for fifteen minutes…”

“Cardinal Beluga is a genius of diplomacy,” Father Vidicon murmured.

“Yes, and all the nations are worried about the growth of Sun’s church within their borders, with all that it implies of large portions of their citizenry taking orders fromSingapore . Under the circumstances, we’ve definitely become the lesser of two evils, in their eyes.”

“I suppose that’s a compliment,” Father Vidicon said doubtfully.

“Let’s think of it that way, shall we? The bottleneck, of course, was the American commercial networks; they’re only willing to carry me early Sunday morning.”

“Yes; they only worry about religion when it begins to affect sales,” Father Vidicon said thoughtfully. “So I take it Your Holiness will appear about two p.m.?”

“Which is early morning inChicago , yes. Other countries have agreed to record the speech, and replay it at a more suitable hour. It’ll go by satellite, of course…”

“As long as we pay for it.”

“Naturally. And if there’s any failure of transmission at our end, the networks are notliable to give us postponed time.”

“Your Holiness!” Father Vidicon threw his arms wide. “You wound me! Of courseI’ll see to it there’s no transmission error!”

“No offense intended, Father Vidicon—but I’m rather aware that the transmitter I’ve given you isn’t exactly the most recent model.”

“What can you expect, from donations? Besides, Your Holiness, British Marconi made excellent transmitters in 1990! No,Italy andSouthern France will receive us perfectly. But it would help if you could invest in a few spare parts for the converter that feeds the satellite ground station…”

“Whatever that may be. Buy whatever you need, Father Vidicon. Just be certain our signal is
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transmitted. You may go now.”

“Don’t worry, Your Holiness! Your voice shall be heard, and your face be seen, even though the Powers of Darkness rise up against me!”

“Including Maxwell’s Demon?” His Holiness said dourly. “And the Imp of the Perverse?”

“Don’t worry, Your Holiness.” Father Vidicon made a circle of his thumb and middle finger. “I’ve dealt with thembefore.”

“ ‘The good souls flocked like homing doves,’ ” Father Vidicon sang, “or they will after they’ve heard our Pope’s little talk.” He closed the access panel of the transmitter. “There! Every part certified in the green! I’ve even dusted every circuit board… How’s that backup transmitter, Brother Anson?”

“I’ve replaced two I.C. chips so far,” Brother Anson answered from the bowels of the ancient device.

“Not that they were bad, you understand—but I had my doubts.”

“I’ll never question a Franciscan’s hunches.” Father Vidicon laced his fingers across his midriff and sat back. “Did you check the converter to the ground station?”

“ ‘Converter?’ ” Brother Anson’s head and shoulders emerged, covered with dust. “You mean that huge resistor in the gray box?”

Father Vidicon nodded. “The very one.”

“A bit primitive, isn’t it?”

Father Vidicon shrugged. “There isn’t time to get a proper one, now—and it’s all they’ve given me money for, ever since I was ‘promoted’ to Chief Engineer. Besides, all we reallyneed to do is to drop our 50,000-watt transmitter signal down to something the ground station can handle.”

Brother Anson shrugged. “If you say so, Father. I should think that would kick up a little interference, though.”

“Well, we can’t be perfect—not on the kind of budget we’re given, anyhow. Just keep reminding yourself, Brother, that most of our flock still live in poverty; they need a bowl of millet more than a clear picture.”

“I can’t argue with that. Anyway, I did check the resistor. Just how many ohms does it provide, anyway?”

“About as many as you do, Brother. How’d it test out?”

“Fine, Father. It’s sound.”

“Or will be, till we go on the air.” Father Vidicon nodded. “Well, I’ve got two spares handy. Let the worst that can happen, happen! I’m more perverse than Murphy!”

The door slammed open, and the Monsignor was leaning against the jamb. “Father… Vidicon!” he
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panted. “It’s … catastrophe!”

“Murphy,” Brother Anson muttered; but Father Vidicon was on his feet. “What is it, Monsignor? What’s happened?”

“Reverend Sun! He discovered the Pope’s plans, and has talked the U.N. into scheduling his speech for Friday morning!”

Father Vidicon stood, galvanized for a second. Then he snapped, “The networks! Can they air His Holiness early?”

“Cardinal Beluga’s on three phones now, trying to patch it together! If he brings it off, can you be ready?”

“Oh, we can be ready!” Father Vidicon glanced at the clock. “Thursday, 4 pm. We need an hour. Any time after that, Monsignor.”

“Bless you!” the Monsignor turned away. “I’ll tell His Holiness.”

“Come on, Brother Anson.” Father Vidicon advanced on the backup transmitter, catching up his toolkit.

“Let’s get this beast back on line!”

“Five minutes till air!” the Monsignor’s voice rasped over the intercom. “Make it good, reverend gentlemen! Morning shows all over the world are giving us fifteen minutes—but not a second longer! And Reverend Sun’s coming right behind us, live from the U.N.!”

Father Vidicon and Brother Anson were on their knees, hands clasped. Father Vidicon intoned, “Saint Clare, patron of television…”

“…pray for us,” finished Brother Anson.

“Saint Genesius, patron of showmen…”

“One minute!” snapped the Monsignor. “Roll and record!”

“…pray for us,” murmured Brother Anson.

“Rolling and recording,” responded the recording engineer.

“Saint Jude, patron of lost causes…”

“…pray for us,” Brother Anson finished fervently.

“Slate it!” Then, “Bars and tone!”

They could hear the thousand-cycle test tone in the background, whining. Then it began beeping at one-second intervals.

“Ready mike and cue, ready up on one!”

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“Five!” called the assistant director. “Four! Three!”

“Black! Clip tone!” the Monsignor cried. “Mike him! Cue him! Up on One!”

Television screens all over the world lit up with the grave but faintly-smiling image of the Pope. “Dearly beloved in Christ…”

The picture flickered.

Father Vidicon darted a glance at the converter. Its tally light was dead. Beside it, the light glowed atop the back-up converter.

“Quick! The big one died!” Father Vidicon yanked open the top of the long gray box and wrenched out the burned-out resistor.

“There are a few points of theology on which we can’t agree with Reverend Sun,” His Holiness was saying. “Foremost among these is his concept of the Trinity. We just can’t agree that Reverend Sun is himself the third Person, the ‘younger son’ of God…”

Brother Anson slapped the spare resistor into Father Vidicon’s palm.

“…nor is the sharing of a marijuana cigarette a valid form of worship, in the Church’s eyes,” the Pope went on. “But the Council does agree that…”

The screen went dark.

Father Vidicon shoved the spare into its clips and threw the routing switch. The screen glowed again. “…have always been implicit in Catholic doctrine,” His Holiness was saying,

“but the time has come to state their implications. First among these is the notion of ‘levels of reality.’

Everything that exists is real; but God is the Source of reality, as He is the Source of everything. And the metaphor of ‘the breath of God’ for the human soul means that…”

“Yes, it’s gone.” Father Vidicon yanked the burned-out resistor out of the back-up. “The manufacturers must think they can foist off all their defectives on the Church.” Brother Anson took the lump of char and gave him a new resistor. “That’s our last spare, Father Vidicon.”

Father Vidicon shoved it into its clips. “What’re the odds against three of these blowing in a space of ten minutes?”

“Gunderson’s Corollary,” Brother Anson agreed.

Father Vidicon slapped, down the cover. “We’re up against perversity, Brother Anson.”

The tally blinked out on the main converter as the little red light on the back-up glowed into life.

“We’re out of spares,” Brother Anson groaned.

“Maybe it’s just a connection!” Father Vidicon yanked open the cover. “Only four minutes left!”

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“Is it the resistor, Father?”

“You mean this piece of slag?”

“…the oneness, the unity of the cosmos, has always been recognized byHoly Mother Church ,” the Pope was saying. “Christ’s parable about the ‘lilies of the field’ serves as an outstanding example. All that exists is within God. In fact, the architecture of the medieval churches…”

A picture of the Cathedral of Notre Dame appeared on the screen. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the decorative carving…

… and the screen went blank.

“It died, Father Vidicon,” Brother Anson moaned.

“Well, you fight fire with fire.” Father Vidicon yanked out the dead resistor. “And this is perversity…”

He seized the lead from the transmitter in his left hand, and the lead to the ground station in his right. Around the world, screens glowed back into life.

“…and as there is unity in all of Creation,” the Pope went on, “so there is unity in all the major religions. The same cosmic truths can be found in all; and the points on which we agree are more important than the ones on which we disagree—saving, of course, the Godhood of Christ, and of the Holy Spirit. But as long as a Catholic remembers that he is a Catholic, there can certainly be no fault in his learning from other faiths, if he uses this as a path toward greater understanding of his own.” He clasped his hands and smiled gently. “May God bless you all.”

And his picture faded from the screen.

“We’re off!” shouted Monsignor. “That was masterful!”

In the transmitter room, Brother Anson chanted the Dies Irae, tears in his eyes. The Pope moved out of the television studio, carefully composed over the exhaustion that always resulted from a television appearance. The Monsignor dashed out of the control room to drop to his knees and wring the Pope’s hand. “Congratulations, Your Holiness! It was magnificent!”

“Thank you, Monsignor,” the Pope murmured, “but let’s judge it by the results, shall we?”

“Your Holiness!” Another Monsignor came running up. “Madrid just called! The people are piling into the confessionals—even the men!”

“Your Holiness!” cried a cardinal. “It’sPrague ! The faithful are flocking to the cathedral! The commissars are livid!”

“Your Holiness—New York City ! The people are streaming into the churches!”

“Your Holiness—Reverend Sun just cancelled his U.N. speech!”

“Your Holiness! People are kneeling in front of churches all overItaly , calling for the priests!”

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“It’s the Italian government, Your Holiness! They send their highest regards, and assurances of continued friendship!”

“Your Holiness,” Brother Anson choked out, “Father Vidicon is dead.”

They canonized him eventually, of course—there was no question that he’d died for the Faith. But the miracles started right away.

InParis , a computer programmer with a very tricky program knew it was almost guaranteed to glitch. But he prayed to Father Vidicon to put in a good word for him with the Lord, and the program ran without a hitch.

Art Rolineux, directing coverage of the SuperBowl, had eleven of his twelve cameras die on him, and the twelfth started blooming. He sent up a quick prayer to Father Vidicon, and five cameras came back on line.

Ground Control was tracking a newly-launched satellite when it suddenly disappeared from their screens. “Father Vidicon, protect us from Murphy!” a controller cried out, and the blip reappeared on the screens.

Miracles? Hard to prove—it always could’ve been coincidence. It always can, with electronic equipment. But as the years flowed by, engineers and computer programmers and technicians all over the world began counting the prayers, and the numbers of projects and programs saved—and word got around, as it always does. So, the day after the Pope declared him to be a saint, the signs went up on the back walls of every computer room and control booth in the world: