Prophecies

Prophecies are notoriously – some might argue dangerously – vague at the best of times.  In this age of litigation, there’s a certain something to be said for leaving room for interpretation, as the average angry client is less than likely to take traditional excuses of divine justice and sacred forces to heart when considering their law suit.  That said, the implication of precision is a frightening one – does this mean that the future is already pre-determined (a frightening thought) or that the prophet is, by making his/her predictions, determining the future for their unwitting client?  (An equally frightening thought.)

Whatever the truth behind the gift of prophecy, there’s little doubt that one of the greatest prophets of the age was Alfred Khan, although there is equally no doubt that his methods could sometimes be a little… irregular.  Take, for example, one prophecy given to a daimyo of the Neon Court concerning the future of the city and an approaching, unknown threat:

“So yeah dude there’ll be like this major shit you know what I’m saying man and it’ll be like the sun is totally not rising ‘cos that’ll be what’s fucking happening you know and shit that’s some strong stuff so yeah the sun not rising because the girl with the bleeding eyes is walking the earth but yo!  Man!  No sweat right ‘cos it has happened before you get where I’m coming from and it’ll happen again and you just gotta ask the dust.  Dust to dust dude.  Breathe deep if you wanna see that heaven burn again.  I gotta get me a paracetamol shit.”

Needless to say, at least one incumbent Midnight Mayor when faced with this particular prediction, was less than gushing in his gratitude.