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?
----------
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.
----------
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]~]~
----------
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