I just felt like doing this. I have a variety of recurring dreams, some of which are gone now because I wrote them down and sent them out in messages. I still have other such dreams, and this story is based upon one of them. This is an elaboration upon one such recurring dream of mine. Which will now stop forever.
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My name is Glockenturm -- Alfred the Tempestuous Glockenturm. Don't laugh, you can neither choose your own name or your relatives. I was born Alfred Immanuel Glockenturm, but my masters have renamed me due to my reputation for fiery oratories; which they employ to their purposes quite often.
I am a semi-free (versus semi-enslaved) scribe and orator and petitioner and man of letters, who exists somewhat dangerously in an environment that has only five such persons as myself on the entire planet. A planet that has been relegated to the fate of being mined right down to its core; a complete disassembly. At this time we have just started on this rock, having recently torn to pieces another smaller planet elsewhere. This planet is quite a bit larger than the last one and holds dozens of millions of us in an organized network of Worker Cities.
For many decades to come there will be enough of the planet left intact to support such a network of cities, and therefore all sorts of social structures are beginning to flourish here. This is despite the fact that four thousand and four hundred and ninety years from now it will start to unravel, as the planet begins to shrink in size.
Inside of its social structures I serve the purpose of an educator and formal representative for my masters. I am also somewhat of a poet. However, my constant and famous usage of what I refer to as 'Appropriate Language' precludes common readings of my poetry. Unless my poems are about the enemies of my masters that is, which have been exhibited often enough to earn myself a considerable reputation for wit (and may I say 'Genius'?) within the hard scrabble societies of such planets as this. It has also earned me many enemies. But alas! A slave must do his duty.
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I have been asked (not ordered) to expound upon the murky and dubious and questionable sources of my own existence. I am a Human, and we Humans are rare these days. I am also a curiosity, and even my alien friends want to know how I came into existence. I myself have sometimes wondered about this.
From my researches it appears that my own history is forever entwined with an event which occurred at the planet from which my species came originally.
Today, that place is heavily quarantined; and yet obviously some of us Humans must have left that planet before the quarantine was imposed.
I will herewith set down, with brief details, what I have learned about the Blindsider Change and the events which inexorably followed it -- to wit my own existence.
Please do not expect any shining prose here, as each of my readers has already consumed one tankard of Romulan Ale by the time He or She reaches these words; so why write a documentary that will not be read?
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From the stories that I have been told, here on Xinnester and at other mining camps across the sector; the Blindsider Change (aka 'Large stone in the side of the head Change') came without prior notice or any kind of warning -- not even in the form of premonitions by pregnant women.
The descendants of escapees (like this descendant) have to keep our heads low and our profiles thin these days, in order to survive out here (away from the Dumb Earth where we came from). So it is very hard to find out what really happened in those times.
Even though I am a mere urchin and grunt for food with a penchant for writing, status wise, even a poor wretch like me can gain some measure of recognition and allowance and better living conditions; if he is smart and knows how to use his smarts for the benefit of his owners. Even mining camps have some comforts, which is to say anywhere the lash and whips do not prevail.
In my struggles to advance my masters ahead of all others, I have risen out of abject bondage to the status of a toga-wearing scholar and chief of servants. Thereby making friends in higher places, and they have access to libraries. In that way I have been able to gather to myself a small library of materials about my own origins, and I have been able to verify a lot of what I am about to explain to you. Of course, no secrets are kept in libraries so I also possess materials about the 'Old Earth' that some museums would pay heavily to possess.
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On Earth, one day dawned upon the Atlantic Ocean that was so alike so many other days before it, and yet destined to be the last of its kind forever. Around the world, everything was its usual worthless and chaotic and political sewage (for that place).
The next day -- nothing was the same. Not just 'not the same'. Not even remotely the same.
At that time the People had no idea whatsoever of the galactic populations that were expanding in their direction. They always thought that they would see any aliens that were coming their way, somehow. The People had always relied upon so-called 'astronomers', which as it turned out was the last thing that they should have done. Of course, many of the 'astronomers' were slaughtered on this account.
On this typical summer's day, with varying atmospherics occurring around the planet, and the muck and mayhem of containerized existence operating at full tilt all over the globe for the benefit of the Big Business White (Anuses); a 'Triple Infantes' arrived.
Three multiples smaller than the Zyrodartox from which it was named, a Zyrodartox 'Triple Diminution' stopped at Earth -- nose inwards -- and sat there for several days -- watching Earth.
It hovered directly over the coordinates 30 North by 60 West, a point over the Sargasso Sea in the Central Atlantic Ocean; where it could easily be seen by all of the inhabitants of North America and most of South America. The people in Europe could see it, but they really could not make out what it was. However, the people of Western Africa could clearly make out what it was -- and -- they had a better view of its sidewards profile.
Within twenty four hours, millions of photographs of the new object were crisscrossing the Internet lines worldwide. Quickly, everyone began to get a sense of what the object really looked like, even if all that you could see of it from Richmond, Virginia was its long nose, massive wings, and enormous tail.
My greatest grandfather (which I can imagine) was not born yet on the day that this event took place. It has been very difficult for a mining slave like me to get at historical records of those times; but fortunately time itself has worked in my favor and many records of those days have long since been declassified by the Galactic Council. Then again, the period is so remote in History that I have had difficulty tracking down any remaining copies of the declassified materials.
The Annals of BuzzFart the Elder and DogHumper the Methodist and OooIcky the Apologist have therefore been of great assistance to my efforts; as they lived in the centuries immediately following the Blindsider Change, and their works are readily available and still in limited scholarly printing.
After 72 hours of doing nothing apparently and not moving an inch, the object began to emit a vast array of strong and penetrating ray beams towards the Earth. It seemed as though the entire forwards surface area of the ship was composed of transmitters; or perhaps the ship itself was a transmitter. That half section of the planet with 30Nx60W at the center, was saturated by penetrating rays of many descriptions -- causing most persons exposed to them to faint dead out as though they had been injected with a sleeping drug.
This lasted for ten minutes, and then the ship swooped down from its position 31,000 miles above the surface revealing its upper view quite clearly as it flew down and around to a position at the exact opposite point of the Earth, 30 South by 60 East. This scared the bejiggers out of everyone in Madagascar, which was almost directly beneath the ship, and put the continental populations of Africa into a serious shock reaction.
Even so, what did they do? What was their first instinctive reaction -- after the shouting and fainting and screaming subsided?
They took pictures. Millions more pictures flooded the global internet, coming from Africa and Madagascar. Which was natural, of course. The ship was so very large that it could easily be photographed. At 188,000 miles in length it barely fit into the space between the Earth and the Moon in any event. It was very well illuminated by the local star and presented a magnificent opportunity for Kodak Golden Moments by the billions.
Again, it sat there and watched. Whether the occupants of that Triple Infantes were ever aware of the lunatic attempts, by the pissant governments beneath it, to blow it out of the sky I cannot find any mention of. What did happen was the continuation of a series of deeply penetrating ray beams fired into the planet from a distance of 31,000 miles. When it was over, the planet had been analyzed from ...
30Nx60W over the Sargasso Sea
30Sx60E over the Southwest Indian Ocean close to Madagascar
30Nx60E over Zahedan in Southeastern Iran
30Sx60W over the Santa Fe province of Northeastern Argentina.
Each time the ship changed positions, millions of cameras followed its movements. Soon, everyone had a very good idea of what a Triple Infantes looks like.
Had they only known ...
After a ten minute burst of penetrating rays over Argentina, the ship lazily floated up to a position directly over the North Pole and sat there for several more days.
This frustrated the Hell out of everybody. Who can see the North Pole? Who can see what is over the North Pole? Demands for pictures from outposts in the Arctic came from every nation. While the research scientists at those stations were trying to take as many pictures as possible using many different techniques, a survey marker fell from the Triple Infantes and hit the Earth at exactly 90 North by Zero. It rammed into the planet several miles deep and then began to beep with a bright red light on top. It was essentially a sharply pointed stainless steel cylinder, probably solid, one kilometer in diameter and protruding from above the ice cap by eight kilometers.
Lazily the ship strolled down to the South Pole (90 South by Zero) and repeated the procedure. So far so good, no one really could object to this anyway and no one had died from blacking out under the ray beams.
Then, the ship flew to ....
Zero x Zero the junction of the Equator and the Prime Meridian in the Gulf of Guinea just south of Ghana, Africa
Zero x 180 just east of the Marshall Islands in the South Central Pacific Ocean
Zero x 90 East in the Indian Ocean ten degrees west of Sumatra
Zero x 90 West almost skewering the Galapagos Islands in the Pacific Ocean west of Ecuador.
Each time dropping a marker of such great size that eight kilometers of it stuck up out of the equatorial waters, whereupon it beeped loudly with a large red blinking light on top.
Then the ship flew away and was never seen again.
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Now, you might think that someone might think because of this.
You might think that the world's populations might strive and endeavor and struggle to build themselves a fleet of spaceships to explore the Galaxy with -- not to mention to protect the planet with -- having now experienced irrefutable evidence that there is Life Elsewhere.
Ahhh, but you forget the scourge that diseased that planet ...
Politics.
Forty years later, the Cult of the Ass Poles had taken over total domination of the Global Politics Game; and all citizen slaves of all countries (with governments) were expected to worship the 'Six Ass Poles From God', by facing in the six directions of the marker poles once daily and then squirming their butts as much as possible while chanting Political Hymns that glorified the Global Politics Deities.
At this time, the vermin of the Politics Game were very happy; as happy as maggots eating maggots can be. It was a perfect Political World. The only so-called 'astronomers' still alive were bond servants to the Cult of the Ass Poles, and there were only six astronomical observatories still in operation around the world ...
1. Mauna Kea in the Hawaiian Islands
2. Siding Spring Observatory in New South Wales
3. Calar Alto in Southern Spain
4. Kitt Peak at Tucson, Arizona
5. Very Large Array Radio Telescope in Socorro, New Mexico
6. Cerro Tolodo in Northern Chile
Of course, all of them were under the strict control of the Cult. It was some of these so-called 'astronomers' at the Cerro Tolodo observatory who first noticed that something new was happening just outside of the Solar System. Soon, all six observatories were alerted and the Cult Masters were notified. However, the Cult Masters were busy being reamed and rebored at the time (inside of the Golden Pimple at Wash This Death City) so there was a delay of several days before twisted orders came up from the sewers to the observatories.
Somehow, and I cannot determine how from the records, during the delay something new was noticed within the Solar System itself. All eyes and ears should have been focused upon the detected disturbance just outside of the Solar System's boundaries; but instead it was discovered that each of the nine planets of the system had been marked by the same survey ship. Each of the nine planets had been tagged six times by the ship, and the markers were emitting binary logic signals outwards towards the surrounding Galaxy. The transmissions were simplistic, the binary code for 'One' for Mercury, 'Two' for Venus, 'Three' for Earth and so on until Pluto was identified as 'Nine'.
Meanwhile, what had been noticed just outside of the Solar System was a surrounding presence of very large metal objects roughly ten thousand miles on a side. There were sixty-two such metal objects and they formed a spherical boundary around the outermost extremities of the Solar System. Each was cubical in shape and measured ten thousand miles on a side. The cubes rotated, and emitted a variety of lights that covered the visible spectrum.
The Cult operations, that were strip mining Mars for the Politics Game at the time, were ordered by the Cult of the Ass Poles to build an un-slaved space probe and send it to the nearest of such cubical objects to investigate.
As their technology was still very low for political purposes and to adhere to the demands of Political Correctness -- which prizes the worship of Politics Gnomes and Perverts above all other concerns -- it took about twenty-one years for the probe to reach the nearest such cube and to relay video signals back to Mars.
Thus, it was discovered that each face of the cube was covered by a giant 'X'; black on a colored background. The four triangles created by the 'X' were colored green, red, blue and yellow, clockwise. Each color glowed outwardly.
When the probe arrived and paused at a distance, the four colors on each face of the cube shown clearly, but with no markings. When the probe approached more closely very large symbolic writings appeared inside of each colored triangle. The probe photographed all of those writings and transmitted them back to Mars; where it was realized that the writings (using dark symbols) inside of the yellow triangle were exactly identical to the 'Demotic' hieroglyphic language of the final period of Ancient Egypt on Earth; which had existed from the years 700 Before Christ Everywhere (BC) to 450 After Christ Everywhere (AD).
Upon learning of this, Politics killed it all as soon as possible. The probe was ordered to self-destruct, and the personnel on Mars that knew of this discovery were sodomized to death. Their demise was advertised as an unfortunate virus outbreak on a Martian station.
The translation of the writings remained a secret for twenty Political Generations -- to assure the comfort of many Political Vermin of course.
BuzzFart the Most Younger (a direct descendant of the original BuzzFart) knew about the translation almost from the beginning. How this was achieved is a total mystery and must have been very perilous to maintain in secrecy, indeed. That rendition of the BuzzFart Tradition was in direct breakage of many Queer Laws of the Politics Game, and he would have been cruelly tortured and executed had his secret been discovered; his secret discovery of their secret discovery.
By means not recorded, the translation has passed down through the centuries unblemished and unedited. Even classified government toilet papers did not contain any mention of the event or the translation. This feat could only have been carried out by an organization of government slaves that were subsequently responsible for the destruction of the Cult of the Ass Poles, and the simultaneous overthrow of the Global Slavery imposed upon the People by the Politics Gamers For World Domination.
The translation was both cryptic and blunt ...
USE SAGITTARIUS 11 ENCRYPTION IMMEDIATELY!
GO NO FURTHER!
WILD ANUSES INSIDE!
DEATH!
THIS PLACE QUARANTINED!
SEE PARAGRAPH 6, CLAUSE 14, OF DOT PLANNING COMMISSION CONSTRUCTION SCHEDUALE ENTITLED 'BYPASS THIS SHITHOLE AT ALL COSTS'.
DATED 3758x23x67 CENTRAL.
INSIGHT AVAILABLE AT ...
~[~[CREAMY STYLE COMPLEX>>EIGHT SYSTEMS>>AESTHESIA>>NOGOV>>OUTWARD UNDERTAKINGS>>MASS TRANSIT>>IS THIS PLANET REALLY NECESSARY.SUSY]~]~
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According to DogHumper the Methodass ... "the splendors of Political Correctness began to display themselves to the common slaves that labored upon the Earth (under their proper and inherited burdens) about Ninety-one years later ..."
Translation -- slowly and surely the spectacle of a galactic superhighway began to make itself known from the darkness of deep space. Within a few years from then, the builders of a galactic superhighway arrived alongside the Solar System. It was now obvious that the stellar avenue being constructed would be visible to Earth for about eight months of each year, and it would be very visible across the stars. When it was at the mid-time of its apparency all of the stellar horizon looking straight upwards from the Tropic of Capricorn was ablaze with the lights of the huge construction project. Pictures of this were broadcast world wide by illegal persons who defied the rules of the Sexless Internet Censors (SIC) and shared photographs; an act that was now 'Chinese Illegal'.
I have found copies of some of those pictures; in which it appears as though a huge corridor of lights is being built that passes the Solar System very closely. It appears to be a hollow corridor, with a web-like outer structure, through which many vehicles and enormous machines can be clearly seen.
At the time, some astronomers confirmed this fact and were executed by the Sexless Internet Censors (SIC). Then, it became apparent (still by the illegal sharing of photographs) that a massive and enclosed Rest Area was being built just outside of the Solar System boundaries; as was defined by the 62 cubes.
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Again, as part of the many processes that led to the downfall (or implosion) of the Deviate Empire that ruled at that time; the craft of building homemade telescopes became an enormous rage around the world. To control this, Government Butchers were unleashed from their closet kennels in all Senatorial Chambers; to run amock in the streets of rural townships, and terrorize local populations into giving up their homemade telescopes. And, to obey the Queer Laws of Political Correctness, while they pissed their pants.
Weapons manufacturers, such as the Howitzers Works at vile Des Aliens, put out as many weapons of mass destruction as they could manage; all of which were used against all rural populations around the world that dared to disobey the edicts of any Golden Pimple Sodomites (by looking at the superhighway with homemade telescopes) ...
but the Shites (Politicians) in the Golden Pimples had miscalculated the populations which they urinated upon daily. The Shites had expected complete subservience and cowardice from the masses that they bled to death as a mere matter of everyday Political Necessity.
Instead, violent rebellions broke out around the globe; and the Government Butchers were themselves butchered -- and hacked to pieces -- and boiled alive -- and disemboweled -- and beheaded and fed to the hogs -- and all kinds of wonderful things that I do not have time to mention here!
i have always wished i could have been there
Meanwhile, the enormous construction project over their heads continued unabated, the builders being oblivious to the fact that they had sparked off a Global Revolution on a tiny planet far below.
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At first, the Revolution was simply a demand for telescopes with which to watch the galactic superhighway being built out beyond Pluto. But, because of such non-containerized activities, thinking began to happen.
Then, the Government Butchers were unleashed upon the People, and even more thinking began to happen; because the everyday malaise of subservience to the Government Masters had been shattered.
The onset of thinking as a form of Independence grew proportionally with the violence from the Queer Government, and with the reactionary counter-violence ...
and roasting ...
and skinning ...
and crushing ...
and mutilating ...
and rending ...
and squishing ...
i have always wished i could have been there
... which the global populations unleashed upon the Queer Government World Order. A Dogshit Order, that was quickly and with torrents of bloodshed outpaced and outsized by the efforts of the Revolutionaries; who easily prevented the Politics Gamers from an attempt to kill the planet because it would not play their game.
In short, the Shites killed themselves -- the hard way.
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Within a year, all former Governments had been annihilated; despite the horrific efforts of Government Air Forces to slaughter the People that they were supposed to be protecting.
Only on paper. The only paper that the Air Forces cared about were paper paychecks.
At this time, the seeds of Freedom began to grow; for even now the People did not realize that they were the People -- and that People deserve to have some things called 'Freedom' and 'The Will Of The People'.
With this, and hidden somewhere inside of its swarming masses, some Human somewhere grabbed the dried leg bone of a Tapir (of the Pliocene Epoch) and threw it up into the air as far as possible.
With this, Technology was reborn. It's goal -- the Stars!
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Here, we flash forwards two centuries.
The galactic superhighway was finished and in full operation by this point, the full arc of its expanse spanned across the skies seen from Earth, and was very visible from the surface. I happen to have discovered in my readings that it is still in existence and is commonly referred to as the 'Yucky Three Way'.
Down on Earth, a starship to journey to the superhighway was at last finished and polished and blessed by Organized Religion and ready to be launched. This makes a lot of sense even today, because the single most obvious place to travel to (in order to find Intelligent Life in the Galaxy) was now a galactic superhighway within easy reach.
If ... you could keep Politics dead forever.
The most intelligent and individualistic Humans on Earth (10,000) were chosen to operate the starship, which was built at and launched from geosynchronous orbit. The large and expansive and always brilliantly lighted Rest Area of the galactic superhighway (the closest piece of the construction) was exactly six billion kilometers from our Star. Subtract the distance that Earth is from the Star and you get a one way journey to the Rest Area of 5,850,000,000 kilometers; or 3,635,021,474.5884 miles.
At an average speed of 41,495.67893365 miles per hour, the Rest Area could be reached within 10 years to the day. Not at all hard to do, but very difficult for life forms that had only been able to think without Queer Government control for two hundred years.
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The Day of their Departure arrived with a global declaration (on a Free and Sexy Internet) that Voting and Politics were now deceased and abolished forever.
Simultaneously, as though someone was watching events on Earth, the messages on the outer cubes were changed and galactic citizens were allowed to approach Earth as far as the geosynchronous orbit -- as Tourists.
[[Now I should tell you something about Galactic Tourists. They are a motley lot and a rambunctious herd and a restless tidal wave of nosy and feeling and squeezing and prying and interfering and manipulating pleasure seekers with an insatiable appetite for the bizarre and off-beat and spectacular. They come from hundreds of aliens civilizations, are always well-to-do financially, and are equipped with the latest gadgetry and starships and biological accessories.
They usually tear apart any 'Tourist Grade' curiosity that they descend upon. The closest form of animal behavior on Earth that parallels the ways of Galactic Tourists is the Raccoon. Which explains why the 'Briyiktoyans' (Bree-Yik-Toy-Ans) are such a galactic favorite, socially. Briyiktoyans are the latest descendants (and improvements) of a very raccoon-like mammal species from the distant past of their planet. The males of the species now stand erect to a height of thirteen feet and are mostly muscle and brains and reproductive organs. A fully mature male Briyiktoyan would spit at the idea of fighting a bull in the arena at Pamplona, Spain -- famous on Earth for bullfighting spectacles. He would however, knock it dead with one blow and throw it over his back and walk to the nearest butcher shop with it.]]
Meanwhilst, our intrepid and outgoing Earth Starship was passed by thousands of alien space ships going in the opposite direction towards Earth, as tourists.
The ship reached the boundary marker cube nearest the superhighway Rest Area, on scheduale and without mishap. However, ten years had elapsed since their departure from Earth; where the following events had unfolded ...
One: Millions of aliens flocked to the Earth to watch the funny antics of 'Earthers' on a newly rehabilitated Earth. As usual, many circuses and amusement parks broke out in geosynchronous orbit. Massive and mobile Hotel Ships arrived by the hundreds; bringing associated ships with them such as restaurant ships and parking lot ships and jiffy lube ships and cell phone ships and fast food ships and rent-a-view ships (etc). By the time the repair garage ships arrived, geosynchronous orbit had become packed to capacity with alien space ships of many descriptions and purposes. To such an extent that the stars and the superhighway could no longer be seen from Earth. And this only represented a very small fraction of the galactic population -- the tiny portion that knew about the funny looking Earth.
Two: A delegation of dignitaries from the Galactic Council arrived on Earth, and ignored the leadership (of course), and asked the People if they wanted to apply for galactic citizenship; and if they wanted to be trained to become part of the galactic population.
Three: With a disastrous mistake, the People decided to Vote on the issue. The Vote was deadlocked three times in a row, and as soon as this happened the Vermin and Piggies and BBWA and Monkeys that were still alive from the previous Politics Game started a Counter-Revolution to reestablish Politics as the controlling game over the People.
Four: The delegation from the Galactic Council left before the Voting took place, taking many sensible tourists with them.
Five: In the time it took the Earth Starship to reach the warning cube nearest the Rest Area, all of this had transpired and the Politics Gamers had taken over the planet again, with another round of global mass murders.
Six: The remaining Galactic Tourists watched this in huge numbers and saw the ridiculous Earthers being stripped of their freedoms again, and forced to Vote again, and again, and again, and again, and again ...
Seven: All visiting aliens (the tourists) complained to their home worlds that the Earth had been reduced to political slavery again.
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During all of the bloody movement back on Earth to reinstate Political Slavery and Voting Addiction upon the People, which culminated with Gaming Control over the People again, the Earth Starship had proceeded to the Rest Area. There, its 10,000 passengers had been hobnobbing with hundreds of thousands of aliens for months.
Finally, they decided to report to Earth what they had discovered at the Rest Area; which was loaded with friendly aliens of many strange descriptions.
Such communications to Earth required 19,543.1262 seconds one way, or 325.7187 minutes, or 5.4286 hours. Therefore, within one day's time the entire crew of the Earth Starship was placed under arrest (by remote control) by the Politics Shites that now ruled Earth, again. The crew was immediately ordered to return to Earth and face charges for violations of old Queer Laws that forbade Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Identity. They were ordered to talk to no one, or thing, at the Rest Area about this.
Once again, the Shites had underestimated the power of thinking. Instead of obeying such imbecilic orders, the 10,000 crew members aboard the starship decided (without voting) to escape into the superhighway, and go wherever they could find a new home. They were guided by the wise advice of many aliens. The ancestors of this writer were among those crew members.
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Back on Earth, anal savagery and perversions broke out again everywhere, for the further benefit of the Politics Game.
By proxy, the Galactic Council ordered all alien tourists to leave that Solar System.
Down on the Dumb Earth, World Wars between anuses occurred and one-fifth (1/5) of the world's population was destroyed by wars and sodomy diseases.
A vicious and hideous Deviate Regime finally dominated the ruined planet; using terrorism and lies and tortures and murders and lies and murdering queer medias and lies and perversions as weapons.
The Galactic Council decided (based upon reports from many agents still on Earth) to quarantine that Solar System again. The Rest Area on the superhighway was pointedly closed to all tourists.
The message on each of the outer cubes was thereafter changed to ...
USE SAGITTARIUS 24 ENCRYPTION IMMEDIATELY!
GO NO FURTHER!
WILD ANUSES INSIDE!
DEATH!
NOT SUITABLE AS FOOD!
NOT SUITABLE AS PORTA PODDY!
THIS PLACE QUARANTINED!
SEE PARAGRAPH 9, CLAUSE 82, OF DOT PLANNING COMMISSION CONSTRUCTION SCHEDUALE ENTITLED 'THIS SHITHOLE CLOSED'.
DATED 3758X39X22 CENTRAL.
INSIGHT AVAILABLE AT ...
~[~[CREAMY STYLE COMPLEX>>EIGHT SYSTEMS>>AESTHESIA>>NOGOV>>OUTWARD UNDERTAKINGS>>MASS TRANSIT>>A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A ROCK IN SPACE.SUSY]~]~
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Here I sit at my writing desk, putting pen to paper and thinking back (as best as I can) to what was in those days, then I think about what is these days; and the difference is enormous. I am at my outlook house, overlooking one of the beautiful canyons that will be utterly destroyed by the mining and disassembly of this planet. This house was built by myself in the Ancient Egyptian style as a reminder of those bygone years from whence my ancestors came. I have had hundreds of Human visitors here in the past ten years since this house was built, as I am somewhat famous amongst my own Species.
All of my honored visitors have been given complete architectural blueprints of this 'Outlook House' of Ancient Egyptian design to take away with them. Its thatched roofs and awnings, and domed ovens, and four story mud brick and plaster construction works well on some of the several dozen planets that Real Humans now inhabit; usually as part of a much larger alien population. I am told that this design is becoming a hallmark of our presence on those planets, and has been modified many times.
My present condition, as an educated and above-average slave at a mining colony, is not typical of the many fates which befell the descendants of those 10,000 Humans who chose Freedom and Self-Identity over all forms of Perversions and Political Evils.
The day of our own rebellion, when our ancestors refused the recall orders from Earth and sped off down that galactic superhighway to an unknown destiny, was so long ago that I myself have become curious about our own census. I crudely estimate our complete census numbers today to be at least 2,600,000 Real Humans; here in this immediate vicinity of the 'Milky Way Galaxy'; to use the ancient terminology.
We have found no other Humans out here, with which we could reproduce. However, there are many aliens species that have similar appearances to our own; so we are not treated as outcasts or 'Weirdlings'.
No Real Human thinks about the Dumb Earth these days, except as questions about our distant origins. It is the other species that we live amongst who are so curious. To them I say, in all ways possible the Dumb Earth is rated as one of the most unbelievably stupid and worthless planets known to exist in the Universe. Entirely because of Perversions and Politics. Once this is explained, all inquiries fade away to be replaced by an alien kind of happiness; that at least some of us escaped to survive in the Real Galaxy.
Myself -- for what it is -- I am happy.
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Markel Peters
https://voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/
https://voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com
