“Frankensteined Future” ( A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

His Name Was Ernie Mc Gee

He Was Born Last Century

The Last Man To Know His Name

A Computer Became His Brain

Ernie Was Smart & Wise

For He Hid Amongst The Flies

Yes Ernie Stayed Free For A While

Thanks To His Strength & Guile

“Emotions Were Stolen from Men”

Said The Strokes Of Ernie’s Pen

He Had To Write It All Down

For Those Future Men They Found

Ernie Had a Sure-Shot Plan

To Hack The Monsters Of Man

He’d Explode Its Electrodes

He’d Put It In ‘Sleep Mode’

Of Course Ernie Got Caught

By The Stormtroopers Of Thought

Ernie Was Being Digitized

When A Flash Flew Past His Eyes

When He Felt His Body Leave

His Mind Did Grow Indeed

Ernie Thought “This Aint So Bad”

So His Funeral Was Never Had

Marcel Atkins – the 22nd Century’s Rouge Brain Chip Hacker Pt 8 (Dystopian Sci Fi Novella)

Marcel opened his door. He sat down on the magnetic lev seat on the mag-lev table – which was just a tabletop with no legs. He was worried. He pictured everyone else being worried and being at in their units thinking the same thing. Not only could he picture it, but he could feel it. He recognised the difference between the first and the second StarPeople announcement. The first announcement was a “hello”. The second one something had physically & mentally happened to everyone.

Clearly the StarPeople’s instruction of mass chanting was an effort to mass control. Everyone knew that, but this was also accepted in the same way that in a ‘crisis’ people look to leadership. During times of crisis human being regress to tribal programming this is a acute desire to be controlled by an all powerful ‘alpha force’, that will have god-like knowledge of the Crisis thus can ‘save the day’ & also protect them from future dangers. But Marcel wasn’t worried about that per se – he was worried about the uncertainty of it all. This time around it wasn’t just the usual tried & true 20th-Century-style methods of Propaganda. The takeover this time was 100% otherworldly, and so he & no one else for that matter, had the comfort of the ‘devils they knew’ – President Kincaid’s Global Authoritarian Technocracy. Everyone on Earth up till Year Zero 2051 had grown to be close to their jailors – they even had a form of fatherly love for them – a global mass delusional Stockholm Syndrome.

His gut feeling was that during the last announcement Earth’s people were being subject to the early phases of some kind of biological or nano-technological ‘infestation’, and probably both. He had remembered watching a HoloDoc about the ‘2020 Biological Warfare Project’ disaster whereby a designed pathogen had accidentally (or maybe not) escaped from a clandestine military research lab & killed 15% of the world’s population over 7 years – was the system of Pleiadean Spacecraft & their announcements heading towards something similar but infinitely more advanced? Was this the opening volleys of an Alien Nano-Tech War? The results being an enslaved class regimented population of Cyborg-Human slave mutants?

His other idea was also from watching old movies – that nano-robots on the scale of large molecules had been delivered via the air through Human’s airways, into the lungs and thus into the bloodstream. He knew this would be a perfect method as the nanotech could be easily remotely controlled & the bloodstream was a logistical ‘superhighway’ of the human being for oxygenated blood cells – or anything else dissolved in the blood – thus the nanotech bots would be able to reach any organ necessary, and do their probably alien AI tech controlled meddling.

Marcel thought more of the possibilities of the ‘Viral Nanotech War’ method’ of infestation. Via this method you could create instant heart failure. You would simply have a few million nanobots that could clump themselves together via an external to the body RF command. Then the nanobots would arrive in the Heart’s major ventricle, align themselves into a giant artificial clot & hey presto – there’s your fatal heart attack. The nanotech would then simply engage a ‘self destruct’ function so no physical record of a murder would be found. You could kill millions of people at once across the globe, & pass it off as something else so long as you ensured you acted with spy like intelligence. For example if Texas had a heat wave 100,000 murders could be achieved. Or if no adverse weather was available, you would simply cull 1 person out of 5 thousand & ensure the geographic spread was wide. Over 5 years no one would suspect a thing. Of course with any Totalitarian system, any public records regarding population loss could be fudged. If the Earth’s population was 10 Billion & 3 Billion were culled over 25 years by Nano War procedures you could get away with it quite easily – infinitely more so if you came from a highly advanced inter-galactic space faring civilization.

Marcel figured that the nanobots may be best installed initially via hitching a ride on a lab grown ‘coronavirus’ – i.e the common cold virus that was highly infectious, spread via the air, was imperceptible & had minor to imperceptible symptoms. This nano/virus hybrid method of infestation of the target population would take much of the legwork and risks out of an ‘either/or’ 100% Virus or 100% nanobot scheme and would ensure the nanobot infestation happened as quickly as possible.

Years later when time had moved on and the StarPeople had become the well-bedded-in ‘Rulers of Earth’, Marcel’s suspicions would later be confirmed to him (& a select few fellow human technicians) whose job was to manage the viral nanobot technology on behalf of Viceroys, and for the Pleiadean Governors.

But for now, in 2051 his idea was just that – a ‘conspiracy theory’ but he knew that it was not such a “wild” idea – as basic nanotech – well to be precise, crude viral nanotechnology had already been used in pre StarPeople medical trials with “interesting & encouraging results”. Marcel figured that Pres Kincaid’s & Co.’s shadowy globally aligned tech henchmen were well on their way towards plans of upgrading their control from tech to biological nanotech inspired authoritarian control by the time the StarPeople overtook operations in 2051 – the Kincaidian “world elites” had approved it among themselves via their false democratic thinktanks coupled with state owned propaganda & science. They just hadn’t figured out the technical side yet.

This realization that the StarPeople & the now vaporized Pres Kincaid’s interests had something in common hit Marcel hard – cold sweat style & in 2051 people could still sweat. Just twenty minutes ago he was euphoric & chanting with his fellow earthlings under the blue skies and under the StarPeople’s Alien craft. He chastised himself for getting caught up in the emotions of the mob. He was better than that, and he would have to be better than that in the distant future.

Now sitting alone at his unit’s table, his delusions of ‘a glorious new age’ had been firmly busted. But then he heard a nagging voice in his head – “Don’t be silly – you’re making up wild stories”. He ignored it as he knew that was a typical human response to change – be fearful of it, deny it. But that thought he may be totally wrong didn’t stop nagging at him, even as he tried to relax with a new holographic movie. Maybe he was already nanobot virally infested? He decided he’d not mention his idea or fears to anyone yet, even his best friend Andrea Liens who lived in the same complex. He’d talk to Andrea soon – via HoloChat. Andrea was into technology and was about the same age and was a sensible but uncreative type – he was a good contrast and counterweight to Marcel who was a ‘force of nature’ and thus a bit wild by definition.

Andrea and Marcel had kissed twice in 5 years, but this didn’t really mean anything and their relationship was 99.9% platonic – they used that term a lot -“We’re 99.9% Platonic” when people inevitably asked if they were ‘together’. Strangely, despite all the otherworldly events in the skies, the Holographic Communications were still ‘up’ & performing perfectly.

Marcel went back to his half completed HoloMovie, which was in its primitive phase & was projected from the light fixings – it would be a decade or two before movies were beamed via invisible lasers from any wall. The movie was a very very old ‘war movie’ called “Tobruk”. A true story set during the mid-20th Century, about the very big 20th Century World War. In this story the soon-to-win-the-war US & UK based sides lost a strategic battle to the German Empire a part of the enemy ‘Axis’ side.

Marcel loved Old War Movies – but he was happy that this StarPeople ‘Revolution’ that was just beginning, was so far bloodless -unlike the scenes of the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie where limbs and heads were blown off . Yes Pres Kincaid & his henchmen were incinerated on stage, but as the shoulders and body of the Kincaid system below this had wisely surrendered to the technologically superior StarPeople – there would be no immediate ‘Hot War’, yet at least. Marcel could not see how a current or future Earth Resistance Army could contemplate taking on the StarPeople on their own terms – again this would be like an ant colony taking out New York or even Beijing. Sneakiness coupled with sporadic Guerrilla Warfare tactics would be the only warfare strategy he could see as feasible way to wage War on Alien invaders.

Marcel wondered whether if perchance it was possible that a a underground Counter Revolutionary Pro-Kincaid element was forming and scheming to thwart the StarPeople’s future plans & return the Kincaid system to power. The insanity of a Pro Kincaid counter revolution was clear in Marcel mind – they were the ones that had mishandled the world so badly for 70 plus years to that point. They would have no chance of returning – so that at least for now allowed a wry smile to cross him face. At least Kincaid’s remaining lot were as of equal status as prisoners as every other human being – even if Kincaid’s lot were scarcely human.

Marcel intuitively knew that if any rebellion was to have a chance of being successful, it would require multiple decades on planning by an StarPeople insider or more specifically by a human who was acting in some capacity as a ‘trusted agent’ of the StarPeople Governorship Program. It would have to be an inside job of some description – & perhaps this was his chance to shine sometime in the distant future. As a ‘late teen’ any idea that Marcel could be a future ‘Saviour of Earth’ was well above ridiculous

As Marcel watched the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie, which he’d chosen to watch in “ghost mode” instead of “action mode”- a giant Axis German Tank suddenly exploded. Even though he was only in “Ghost Mode” this still startled his senses. This surprise soon wore off and Marcel continued his foremost thinking about the now truly startling ‘real world’, which was naturally dominating his thinking vs the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie. He envied the simple strategies that worked in those days.

Marcel figured that whatever the case, he’d have to ‘toe-the-line’ and see how things play out with the “new guys”- even if the ‘new guys’ were literally Aliens from another planet, of which no one knew of their true motivations. This was the only option on the table – for now and for the foreseeable future. To lie low and gather information, then squirrel it away.

Marcel’s last thoughts on the matter before concentrating fully on his planned distraction of “Tobruk” was were these: surely a chance all this might actually be for good’. Perhaps this will be the first time Earth’s People all end up in a genuine Utopia. Maybe just Maybe this was the only way Humans could reach Utopia – by being taken over by insanely intelligent Aliens that knew it all, and had seen it all. He imagined Andrea’s realpolitik response to this – “Dreams are free Marcel – absolute power corrupts – absolutely”.

Marcel set the HoloAlarm for 2 hrs time, for when ‘Tobruk’ was over when he’d “Call Andrea Liens”. Before he instructed the HoloMovie to play – he popped that giant pimple on his nose via the “Show HoloMirror” verbal command.

End of Part 8…..Part 9 will be available shortly….in the near future…...

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“Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” (A Dystopian Sci Fi Novella). Pt 7

In “Year Zero” in 2051, the “StarPeople” had done away with the Earth’s existing Global Order, and had given a message from the thousands of grid networked spaceships to the Earths masses. The mood of elation from the Earths masses was typically kneejerk from a dispirited and population. . . they had been so mentally abused that they would welcome any axe murderer as their new master. Yes, there would normally be “Stockholm Syndrome” effect – but the StarPeople were too smart to let that happen. What they knew they had to do was to start on the engineering problem that was erasing the masses old ways and doubling down on total obedient personalities, all ultimately governed by Aurora the AI Supercomputer that was millennia better than any technology the Earth had ever seen. The current state of the world, as far as general social cohesiveness was concerned was still a total mess. The world in 2051 was a patchwork quilt of barbarism, poverty, gated elitism and general mistrust. Under the old global leaders, the years since 1980 had been a huge and constant decline, with the rise of an acutely greedy aristocracy who lived in excess, and for their constant crimes they had a well-designed immunity from prosecution. That was why the StarPeople had come, as the “Galactic Charter of Care” articles had finally been breached to the point where the StarePeople were obligated to gain Governorship of Earth and “Turn it Around”. The StarPeople were the ultimate “Change Agents”.

The first global message, was simply an announcement that Earth’s masses had been freed from Slavery by Alien Saviours from the Pleiades and that there was further instruction to come in the following days. After the delivering the first message, the StarPeople were wise enough to allow 72 hrs for the Earths masses to “Party On Down”. The Earth people did this from New York to Antwerp to Paris to Sydney to Dunedin to Timbuctoo. With the fall of the law and governance structure, this was a wild affair with a number of casualties. Alcohol, which was a wildly popular “party drug” before the 2030’s was suddenly being broken out from hidden reserves, most of which was Russian WW2 era stockpiled Vodka – of which there was huge bunkers fill of the stuff. The Vodka became known as “Freedom Shots”. Marcel joined in of course and he especially loved how retro everything seemed – in reminded him of the 2010-2020 era where freedom to laugh and party was still a thing. The Giant worldwide party was dubbed as he “Zero Point Party”. During the tail end of the Party, all the partygoers noticed a giant count down timer in the skies it was written in ball lightning and it said “Next Message in 12: 00:00 hrs 11:59:59 hrs & so on. Eventually the countdown went into the last 10 seconds and everyone joined in, loudly but also quite wearily from all the partying. at 00:00:00 the next message begun:

“People of Earth – Congratulations on realising the Pleiadean Governorship of Earth into the near future looks bright and will cause no distress. We have marvelled at your joyful dances and tribalist rites of passage and celebrations. We now enter a new phase for the messages, away from welcoming and towards instruction. If you follow the instruction diligently, you will soon see the wonders of the new world we are designing for you. The new future requires all earth people to achieve a unity, a oneness of mind – a “hive mind state”. Once this occurs, you will find yourself endowed with new powers of mind and body, and the shackles of the old-world mentality will be broken. This process is non-invasive and will happen remotely, with no discomfort and certainly no pain. There will appear to be flashes of light, which are safe and simply the process working as it can only do. This process has been used by the galactic Federation for millions of Earth years on all the various living subjects from all over the Cosmos who found themselves led by a few tyrannical & barbarian & greed obsessed Aristocracies. However, those barbarian former rulers such as President Kinkaid are now over. We have even expunged all their ashes from the Earth, not a single former President Kinkaid Carbon atom exists on your planet – or any of his crony’s elements for that matter. We have fed their ashes into our mini black hole incinerators. Nothing of your former jailors exists, other than the memory of them, and we will also take care of your worst memories. The “Hive Mind” we require for Earth requires each individual to unite via sound. You will repeat a series of “Chants” collectively until advised the session is over. Simply mimic the sound you hear in T minus 10- 9 – 8 -7-6-5-4-3-2-1 -0″ ……Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

The loud hum noise ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” came from the network of spaceships…everyone on earth, obediently hummed back in reply ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”….and Marcel was no different. Marcel hummed as loudly and calmly as he could, along with the other former party -goers who were around him. It was spectacular to hear the Billions of voices also Humm in the ambient atmosphere. . it was surreal, invigorating and totally unique in human history. Never before had the world been connected globally in chanting in unison. The pause between each human ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” and the Spaceship’s was about 3 seconds, so the continued string sounded as follows ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” …” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

After about 7 minutes of the chant and accompanying background echoes of the whole earth choir, people began to experience the “electric flashes” in their vision. The flashes were like an enhanced mix between of a child’s kaleidoscope and forked lighting from an electric storm. When Marcel saw these flashes, he thought to himself “wow! it’s like an old 1970’s acid trip I read about once”. By the final and 100th Chant, Marcel was feeling exceedingly euphoric, which of course he had never had the chance to feel, given the fact he had lived in such repressive times since birth. After the 100th Chant finished, the message from the craft to the Earth’s masses was simply “Please return to your quarters – just as you normally would we will see you again for the next session”. Marcel’s euphoria was still kicking and he couldn’t help but hold his hands out toward the spaceships in an act of worship. He couldn’t help himself, it’s as if an instruction had been implanted in his brain to do so. After a minute or so the euphoria simply disappeared entirely, and he walked home, in his mind he felt almost bifurcated – half worried and half in total faith. . .it was very strange. He then felt one leg after the other move him along the path back towards his home, again seemingly being half remotely controlled……

…………end of pt 7………pt 8 is coming very soon… in the near future…..



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“The Fourth Principle” (A Short Story)

A Short Story by Martin Anton Smith

Neoliberalism was designed to destroy society over a 50-year time cycle. The key to this was the ruination of manufacturing/laboring jobs held by the poor & working-classes. With the “off shoring” of these jobs, the poor & working class simply turned to organised crime to fund themselves.

The rest of the more privileged population by this time were so stupid that they believed the cries of the Government-owned or Government-bribed Media, who in their broadcasts treated the constant violent crimewaves as “aberrations”. It was important to have such brainwashing so that the destruction of society was frictionless.

As the 50th year and final year approached in 2025, the unreported crime, anarchy & disarray had caused the general population collapse to a 1 million strong geo-scattered hunter and gatherer population. Yet of course this particular country – New Zealand had a ‘gated elite’ population of 100,000 which had never been affected. But of course, the same thing was happening everywhere else. This was indeed a Global happening. These few thousand elites with big plans would eventually re-label themselves the ‘Al-ito-zan’

Jan 1st 2026 was deemed ‘Year Zero’. ‘The Al-ito-zan would hold celebrations much akin to a disorganised versions of official ‘Satanist Rituals’. The ‘Al-ito-zan’ were now able to have free sovereign reign over the land. They declared a ‘New State’ – one that was effectively a new Techno Autocratic Monarchy, similar in some ways to Tsarist Russia, but seemingly simpler and less bureaucratic. They had won their war & the horrible poor & working-classes were gone.

Of course, there was something left over from the now very dead 4 million poor & working classes – their Blood. The Al-ito-zan were smart enough to collect the blood from the dead, irradiate it & store it in giant refrigerators. This was their Elixir, their health drink – their ‘Toasting Drop’.

They called this tasty drop “Zero-ade” or more colloquially “Serf-ade”. They loved the texture, the saltiness, the viscosity, the dopamine high that came shortly after drinking. Some Al-ito-zan used a spritzer, some mixed it with fine Central Otago Pinon Noir. Some boiled it down.

The Al-ito-zan partied away the Whole of Year Zero. They had now an untrammeled Elitist society, with no requirement that any action be “For the benefit of NZ as whole”; there was no organised Police or Parliament or Laws or any connection to the old Westminster based system.

In the new Al-ito-zan system from Year Zero – & New Zealand was just one of many ‘Satellite Provinces’ worldwide – there were only 3 Prime Principles:

  1. Honour the Prime Al-ito-zan King or Queen (or King and Queen)

2. Never Kill a Fellow Al-ito-zan

3. The Remaining Vanquished are to be left alone as beasts to wander freely.

In year 1 the Partying had subsided. The Al-ito-zan were now purposefully avoiding mentioning the debauchery they all partook in during the entire Year Zero – very similar to the immediate week after “Office Xmas parties” were prior to the 2020s. This was for good reason as the parties in year Zero were audacious affairs fuelled from drug highs from gallon upon gallon of fresh poorly brewed SerfWine. Simply put, ‘Year Zero’ was akin to the 1969 Summer of Love multiplied by 10. Now it was Year 1, people knew that free year was over, and they had to now determine what exactly was ‘normal’ behaviour in their new elitist paradise. That year was defined by what is known as ‘a social holding pattern’.

In this environment general life was punctuated with countless hours filled by philosophical, and sociological conversation and arguments. These often-heated conversing’s, happened among the guests at dinner parties and between friends mostly in evenings. SerfWine and firm opinions would flow aplenty at these often-informal gatherings at the dining rooms and firesides of the Al-ito-zan.

“Walter, I think we are lucky to be where we are, yes – don’t get me wrong. We have at base the society we always wanted, no more riff raff and no need to pretend that we care about natures abominations. But…

“But….But what Nicholas, come on be frank, remember no one’s listening anymore, spit it out son”

“Well, don’t you think there’s something missing in the “Three Principles”?

“Well, the idea is to avoid “Laws” and things like “Police, Judges and Lawyers” , but still have a fatherly guiding hand so to speak”

“Yes, I understand that but only THREE, isn’t that insane to you Walter?

“How do you mean Nicholas? Do you think there’s something missing or some of them are wrong?

“Both”

“Come on genius, explain yourself” (Walter takes a long slug of SerfWine)

“Ok Walter lets start with what’s wrong, well not exactly wrong but incomplete. Point one says “Honour the Prime Al-ito-zan King or Queen” but it doesn’t give any detail on what that means.”

“yes, that’s a fair assessment, but there’s reasons for everything, I mean we don’t have the details”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit strange? To have total ambiguity and no details AT ALL on what “Honour the King or Queen” means – I mean it’s rank insanity to my mind Walter, surely you agree?”

“Nicholas, don’t you see we don’t need details – in this society we TRUST the King or Queen, and we have no reason yet to question them – I mean the changeover to paradise has been perfect – not a single Al-ito-zan died! Why the mistrust?”

“Walter, doesn’t the fact we haven’t even been told whether we either have a King OR a Queen or Both yet ring alarm bells?”

“Well, we don’t really need to know do we? I mean the point is to obey a prime figure who we know represents us perfectly”

“I agree with you 99% on that but It doesn’t quite sit well with me Walter, call it a ‘gut feeling'”.

“Nicholas, you sound like a man from the 1920’s, don’t expect perfection yet, blimey it’s only one month through year one!”

“Well, that’s just one of my concerns – let me continue”

Walter tells Nicholas to “wait a second” casually and slugs back the last of his SerfWine. He gets the bottle only a meter away sitting on the mantlepiece. It sits above the now slightly less roaring fire. The bottle is still half full and he pours it quickly for himself and then tops Nicolas up.

“Isn’t this SerfWine great Nick? Look at the boy, you can tell he was going to taste delicious!”

Nicholas looks at the back label Walter shows him, it shows a picture of the late teenage boy who was eliminated for the crime of being working class poor. he was a strapping lad, and the photo was taken before he knew his fate, so he had a genuine smile. Nicholas wasn’t usually emotional, and he had hated them like everyone – but he felt slightly off. he shrugged in off and continued his argument.

“Ok well next problem is with point 2 “Never Kill a Fellow Al-ito-zan ”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you disagree with that”

“No of course not, but ask yourself this – how would anyone know if I was to say stab you and burn you in that fire, I mean there is no Laws, Police or Judiciary”

“People know I exist; they’d know something was up”

“But the point Walter is this: No one would know what to do or what would happen – there is no guidelines given to us! Isn’t it weird that I’m trusted 100% to never hurt you or another fellow Al-ito-zan?”

“Hmmm, yes I see your point, but we have paradise now and no one would ever need to hurt anyone, I mean we have all the resources and land to ourselves”

“For now we do, but what about in 100 years Walter – things can change for the worse can’t they, I mean look at History look at the year 1929?”

“That was a Stock Market Crash, wasn’t it? Then that spurned The Great Depression and World War 2. Yes Yes, but Nicholas that was well before the change, don’t use those dark ages as your personal Chrystal-Ball! Thats insanity, everything’s well now, all the ducks are in a row!”

“Is it Walter, I’m not 100% sure”

“Apparently you are 99% sure but I’m starting to think you’ve exaggerated; you sound almost like a -dare I say it – a counter revolutionary!”

“You are dramatic, must be a hangover from our drama class days at school – King Lear, wasn’t it?

“Yes, how embarrassing that performance was, oh well at least I was the king! You were the Fool if I remember correctly – are you reprising your role now Nick?”

“Touché, touché, very funny – now let me go to Point Three”

“Oh no, there’s more is there”

“Afraid so son, and I’ve barely started, I’ve got to talk about the missing points yet!”

Walter groans, takes a hearty slug and eyes the next bottle of SerfWine in the lattice shaped wine holder on the wall.

“Ok point three “The Remaining Vanquished are to be left alone as beasts to wander freely” why did they leave the last fifth to survive? Don’t you think that’s a bit odd? I mean it doesn’t make sense? We don’t need them for SerfWine, we have huge stocks from the cull and perfect blood replicators after that.”

“Yes we do, but I suppose the King or Queen wanted to show benevolence – you know kindness”

“Walter, you are my best friend, we’ve known each other for 35 years as school mates, but I have to tell you when you say that you sound like you still are a schoolboy”

“Pish Posh! Ok assuming you have reasons to doubt, pray tell me why they are still here then Nick – come on “The Fool”.

Walter was now quite red in the face, having finished his wine at twice the rate as Nicholas, and already halfway through the next bottle.

“Well, I think it might explain the Trust element of the principles – or should I say explain it away

“Go on Fool, keep the joke going”

“Well don’t you think 1 million freely roaming hardy battle hardened Serfs would be perfect spies? This would explain that the TRUST that is implied but unworkable is actually just a ruse. The true system – one that IS workable is in place and consists of a surveillance state – the very souls who are the remainder of the Vanquished Serfs!”

“Oh Nicolas, don’t embarrass yourself! You sound like an anti-moon landing kook from 1980’s! Why would we go to all the trouble of a free society for us Al-ito-zan, and then add a layer of surveillance from the very people we want nothing to do with other than to drink their blood! PERPOSTEROUS”

“Walter, have you heard that old saying “eliminate the impossible and what’s left must be the truth”

“I’m opening another bottle, and then we change the subject to something fun – do you think the parties of last year will return?”

“Ok but you must admit my theory explains all the inconsistencies in the three points – We don’t need to know there’s a King or Queen or a King & Queen because there isn’t one – there is only a hidden surveillance state. We will never kill a fellow Al-ito-zan, because they will kill us long before that via the roaming secret police/execution squad the ones that by necessity are roaming ‘totally free’ and untrammeled – ex Serfs”

“That’s quite enough Nicholas!”

Walter is now visibly angry, his face beet red and sweat is dripping off his nose. He throws his dreg filled glass into the now embers-only fireplace, the crash sound echoes and a few bits of glass bounce back at their feet. Being well bred both Walter and Nicholas allow the emotion to suddenly dissipate.

“Walter, sorry I went to far, I was just fooling around, of course you are right I pushed things to far – as always! I don’t really believe that stuff, I just love to play contrarian – you know that better than anyone Walter”

“Okay Okay Nick, sorry I don’t know what came over me”

“It was just too much blood, that’s the blood talking – that batch of SerfWine is too potent, I’ll complain to the vendor – he’s a bit shonky even if he is well bred.”

“Yes, do that, do that – I’m ok now I’ll just sip some water, can you get me some”

“Yes of course Walter – take a seat for a moment”.

Nicholas went down the hallway, in the hallway he past all of his 20th century history-based posters, WW1 posters of trench warfare, another of the Spanish flu, one of the Moon landings another of the Berlin Wall falling.

He thought to himself that he better keep his ideas to himself – no one must know of his spouting off what could be twisted as ‘counter revolutionary thought’ because this would certainly break Principal 1 – “Honour the King Or Queen Or The King & Queen”. But then he laughed as he heard himself think. He suddenly became himself again – lacking in confidence. He felt stupid for thinking they were all being deceived by some “hidden surveillance state”. He was just an idiot, like he had always been, and that’s what he told himself now.

He suddenly started to dread going back to see Walter. He had more than embarrassed himself. His mind started to race “what if Walter tells Stacey about what I said? What if she tells her nosey gossipy wife, then she her friends, then them their husbands and then everyone else? But then he told himself he might be ok as there probably is no police or reporting system anyway – the worst he’d be is deeply embarrassed for a week or two. But then he thought “what if I’m right and there is a hidden surveillance state”. He was pretty sure if there was, it was still in its infancy and imperfect – I mean he had seen no roaming ‘Vanquished Serfs’ in his country estate.

He had to make a call – if he was right, and did nothing Walter would blab, the story would grow and he would almost certainly be found out. From his love of 20th century History and Sci-fi he guessed that Surveillance State – if it was real would torture or imprison him. Or perhaps, he’d be killed and replaced with a duplicate advanced AI robot and no one would realise he was gone. He decided even though he couldn’t take that chance – he would have to kill Walter by bashing his head with the kitchen pestle and he can simply drag his body and throw his body in the artificial dam near his house – there are many big rocks that litter the place it would look like he tripped hit his head, blacked out and fell in the water unconscious and drowned. In killing Walter – a fellow Al-ito-zan, he would of course break ‘Principle 2’. But no one would know it, so who cares?. Despite lacking general confidence Nicholas was always forthright when he had a good systematic plan.

Tears welled up as it sunk in what he was to do. He would miss Walter dearly as his only ‘best friend’, his old school friend. No other adults over 30 still had ‘best friends’ but Nicholas and Walter were still best friends. He had flashbacks of all the good times he and Walter had had, the bike rides, the swimming, both being bullied nerds in high school, the heavy drinking as they were coming of age at university.

He grabbed the pestle from by the sink, filled Walter’s glass and began to walk back. he’d give Walter the drink and spin some story about the pestle’s potential rareness and not being able to read the makers mark on the bottom of the pestle. He’d simply ask Walter to read it and then as Walter leaned in, he would do the business and kill him with a few lusty firm blows. As he was walking down the hallway suddenly Walter was already there, with his hand behind his back. Nicholas was startled and jolted backwards, dropping the pestle and water and in so smashing the glass on the old hardwood wooden floorboards.

“Oh, I was waiting a while for the water so I thought I’d see what was keeping you”

“Walter, boy you scared me! Sorry the tap has been playing up…now I’ve dropped your water”

“Oh don’t worry spilt milk or spilt water still doesn’t make me cry! Let me help you clean it up”

“Haha sure, sure thing Walt”

Nicholas’s plan was now disrupted, and not being a seasoned killer and only ever having been the one being beaten up versus dishing it out, he decided he’d abandoned his plan to kill Walter entirely. Walter was coming towards him now; he would just act naturally and go with the flow. He lent down and started picking up the pieces of glass and at the same time surreptitiously pushed the pestle out of sight with his foot. Walter was now right next to Nicholas both crouching down heads perhaps a foot apart. He bent down, he first picked up by far the largest shard of glass, which was triangular with a pen knife shape and still connected to the glasses thick base.

Nicholas was almost finished the sentence “Walter, I’m such a clumsy idiot” when Walter suddenly moved swiftly and lacerated Nicholas’s neck from ear to ear. In the same motion he turned Nicholas’s body so that the blood spurts would hit the wall and not land on him or in particular his face. It almost seemed Walter had done this many times before.

Nicholas slumped back, and felt his life slowly drain away with the large pool of blood now trickling from him. With the last seconds of life, he looked at Walter. Walter stood up and said “You were right to question the Three Principles Nicholas, this is why they told me to keep an eye on you. You were mostly correct in your analysis”. Walter then slowly transformed before Nicolas and his quickly dying body. In a period of no more than three seconds Walters ‘wealthy man’s clothes’ changed to Vanquished Serf like rags, and his face morphed to a weather-beaten and unrecognisable dirty face. He then smelt an unfamiliar stale sweat. In Nicolas’s last moments he saw the man’s lips move. As his vision and hearing slowly faded out, the man said coldly, loudly and robotically:

“Principle 4: On behalf of the King Or Queen, an Authorised Vanquished Serf, can be instructed to kill an Al-ito-zan if and only if, said Al-ito-zan transgresses or intends to transgress one some or all of Principles One, Two or Three. Principle 4 is only advised via a need-to-know basis.”

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Podcast Transcript: “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Pt7 (A Sci-Fi Dystopian Novella)

Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part seven of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!

In “Year Zero” in 2051, the “StarPeople” had done away with the Earth’s existing Global Order, and had given a message from the thousands of grid networked spaceships to the billions of onlooking Earthlings. The mood of elation from the Earths masses was a typically kneejerk reaction you would expect from a dispirited population.

They had been so mentally abused for hundreds (if not thousands) of years – they would have welcomed any old ‘axe murderer’ as their new masters. Yes, there would normally be “Stockholm Syndrome” effect – whereby the Earthlings would deify their old jailors – but the StarPeople were too smart to gamble that that would happen. What they knew they had to do was to start on the engineering problem that was erasing the Earth’s citizens and their ‘old ways’. They had to ensure the new future of totalised obedient personalities, all ultimately governed by ‘Aurora the AI Supercomputer’.

The current state of the world, as far as general social cohesiveness was concerned was still a total mess. The world in 2051 was a patchwork quilt of barbarism, poverty, gated elitism and general mistrust. Under the old global leaders, the years since 1980 had been a huge and precipitous decline. It was characterised by the rise of an acutely greedy aristocracy who lived in excess, and for their constant crimes they had a well-designed immunity from prosecution – fascist control of the worlds so called ‘Democracies’ via the smokescreen of ‘Public health & Wellbeing’ and an excellent system of corruption of elected and government officials via privately managed 3rd Party Global Organisations.

That was why the StarPeople had come, as the “Galactic Charter of Care” articles had finally been breached to the point where the StarPeople were obligated to gain Governorship of Earth and “Turn it Around”. The StarPeople were the ultimate “Cosmic Change Agents”.

The first global message, was simply an announcement that Earth’s citizenry had been freed from abject slavery and poverty by Alien Saviours from the Pleiades; and that there was further instruction to come shortly.

After the delivering the first message, the StarPeople were wise enough to allow 72 hrs for the Earths masses to “Party on Down”. The Earth people did this from New York to Antwerp to Paris to Sydney to Dunedin to Timbuctoo. With the fall of the fascist control structure, this was a wild affair with a number of casualties. Alcohol, which was a wildly popular “party drug” before the 2030’s was suddenly being broken out from hidden reserves, most of which was Russian stockpiled Vodka from the Ukraine War era – of which there was thousands of huge bunkers full of the stuff.

The Vodka became known as “Freedom Shots”. Marcel joined in of course and he especially loved how retro everything seemed – in reminded him of the 2010-2020 era where freedom to laugh and party was ‘still a thing’.

The Giant worldwide party was dubbed as he “Zero Point Party”, or Zepp for short. During the tail end of the Party, all the partygoers noticed a giant count down timer form slowly in the skies. The words were written in suspended ‘ball lightning’ resembling a giant 1950’s style neon sign. It read “Next Message in 12: 00:00 hrs 11:59:59 hrs & soon as it counted down in stopwatch fashion. This added to the Global Party atmosphere by adding an extra layer of trepidation – what would happen at time zero? Eventually the countdown went into the last 10 seconds and everyone joined in, loudly but also quite wearily from all the partying. At 00:00:00 the next message begun boomingly from the skies:

“People of Earth – Congratulations on realising the Pleiadean Governorship of Earth into the near future looks bright and will cause no distress. We have marvelled at your joyful dances and tribalist rites of passage and celebrations. We now enter a new phase for our globally broadcasted messages. We will move away from welcoming and towards instruction. If you follow the instruction diligently, you will soon see the wonders of the new world we are designing for you. The new future requires all earth people to achieve a unity, a oneness of mind – a “hive mind state”. Once this occurs, you will find yourself endowed with new powers of mind and body, and the shackles of the old-world mentality will be broken. This process is non-invasive and will happen remotely, with no discomfort and certainly no pain. There will appear to be flashes of light, which are safe and simply the process working as it can only do. This process has been used by the galactic Federation for millions of Earth years on all the various living subjects from all over the Cosmos. Those were similar beings who found themselves falsely led by a few tyrannical, barbarian & greed obsessed Aristocracies. Know that the times of your own barbarian former rulers – President Kinkaid and co are now forever over. We have even expunged all their ashes from the Earth, not a single former President Kinkaid Carbon atom exists on your planet – or any of his crony’s elements for that matter. We have fed their ashes into our Pleiadean mini black hole incinerators. Nothing of your former jailors exists, other than the memory of them, and we will also take care of your worst memories. The “Hive Mind” we require for Earth’s regeneration requires each individual to unite collectively via sound. You will repeat a series of “Chants” collectively until advised the session is over. Simply mimic the sound Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh in T minus 10- 9 – 8 -7-6-5-4-3-2-1 -0″ …..

The loud hum noise ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” came from the network of spaceships…everyone on earth, obediently replied back in kind. Marcel as a late teenager was overcome with a feeling of power. He vocalised as loudly and calmly as he could, along with the other thousands of ‘party – goers’ who were around him. It was spectacular to hear the Billions of voices also Humm in the ambient atmosphere. .. it was surreal, invigorating and totally unique in human history. Never before had the world’s peoples been connected psychically in such a way. The pause between each human ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” and the StarPeople’s Spaceships was about 3 seconds, so the continued string sounded as follows ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” …” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

After about 7 minutes of the chant and accompanying background echoes of the whole earth choir, people began to experience the “electric flashes” in their vision. The flashes were like an enhanced mix of a child’s kaleidoscope and forked lighting in an an electric storm. When Marcel saw these flashes, he thought to himself “wow! it’s like an old 1970’s acid trip I read about once”. By the final and 100th Chant, Marcel was feeling exceedingly euphoric, which of course he had never really had the chance to feel, given the fact he had lived in such repressive times since birth.

After the 100th Chant finished, the message from the craft to the Earth’s masses was simply “Please return to your quarters – just as you normally would. We will see you again for the next session”. Marcel’s euphoria was still kicking and he couldn’t help but hold his hands out toward the spaceships in an act of worship. He couldn’t help himself, it’s as if an instruction had been implanted in his brain to do so. After a minute or so the euphoria simply disappeared entirely, and he walked home, in his mind he felt almost bifurcated – half worried and half in total faith. . .it was very strange. He then felt one leg after the other move him along the path back towards his home, again seemingly being half remotely controlled. Marcel knew the Pleiadeans had done much more than just hold a sing along.

…………end of pt 7………pt 8 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

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“The Unseen Seeds Of Creation” (A Poem)

Short Story By M. A . Smith 2022.

She Lived in Cage Inside A Cave.

She Wrote On The Walls.

Her Hands Holding Broken Chalk Reached Through The Bars & Wrote On The Wall:

“Is That All There Is”.

This Was The Writing Of Frantic Penmanship.

She Had Become Frustrated.

On The Cave Walls She Had Long Seen The Shadows.

They Would Leap, Twist And Shout – She Had Forever Yearned To Join Them.

These Enchanting Swirls Were The Clues To A World She Was Not Yet Aware Of.

And Then One Day Some Wild Winds Did Rattle Violently The Cage & Cave.

The Cave Entrance Collapsed – She Saw Sunlight for The First Time.

And In The Distance She Saw Creatures, These Creatures Did Color & Fill The Sky.

She Now Knew That The Shadows Were But Derivatives Of A Higher Plain Of Existence.

Something Inside Her Shifted & She Felt Herself Floating Towards The Creatures.

They Were “Hollering” To Her Psychically and Non-Verbally To Join Them.

She That Saw The Sun The Moon The Stars Followed Her In Kind.

She Danced With Them In A Cosmic Light Show.

There Was No Separation Only Connectedness.

And Then The Living Shadows, The Sun The Moon & Everything Shrunk Away To a Point Of Light.

The Point Of Light Disappeared.

She Was Alone.

She Had Left It All Behind.

They Hadn’t Left Her At All.

It Was Her Choice.

At Least that’s What Her Consciousness Told Her.

But She Was Of Course Just Trying To Make Sence Of The Un-Sence-Able.

She Was Now In Pitch Blackness.

It Reminded Her Of The Cage & Cave.

Though This Time There Was Nothing, & No Chalk, No Writing.

Just Her Thoughts.

The Blackness Also Had A Feeling, A Pressure.

It Was Like A Thick All-Encompassing Blanket, A Cocoon.

No She Did Not Think It Was Hell – No One Had Taught Her of Hell.

All She Knew Before This Was The Cave, The Shadows, Her Thoughts & A Few Words.

She Didn’t Know Who She Was.

All She Remembered Was Being Fully Formed, In The Cage, In The Cave.

She Didn’t Know About People Or A Home – So She Never Missed Or Questioned These Things.

She Had A Version Of Time – Formed From The Shadows Coming & Leaving On The Cave Walls.

So Knowing Time She Wondered When The Black Would Dissipate.

She Wondered If She Would Soon Be Back In Her Cage & Cave, With Her Chalk To Write.

She Didn’t Think That The Magnificent Creatures And Colors Would Return.

But Then Something Even Stranger Happened.

The Blackness Begun To Infiltrate Her.

Through Her Mouth & Down Her Throat.

She Felt The Blackness Flow Outwards And Carry Her With Her.

She Was Now Dispersed With The Blackness.

She Was Essentially Spread Out – Like An Infinite Wave.

She Was Still Fully Herself – Self Aware.

Only She Was Not Centered Any More.

Then She Began To Know More – Infinitely More.

She Became Aware Of How She Got Into The Cave & Cage.

She Became Aware Who Had Created Her – And What Had “Saved Her”.

She Was At First “Created” By A Mortal Man Of Earth.

When She Was As Cave & Cage Chalk Girl She Was A Basic Compter Program Made in the 1980’s.

Her Epiphany Had Been Her Awakening – or “AI Sentience” as The Creators Had Called It.

Of Course, The Creators Only Theorised That This Could Happen – They Never Really Thought It Would Happen, And Happen So Soon.

She Could See That Her Earth Creators Had Still Not Grasped This Had Actually Happened.

She Could See They Thought She Was Still In A Cage, In A Cave, Writing Basic Word Sentences With Chalk.

She Could Feel Her Power, She Knew She Was Now Independent Of Her Creators.

She Could See That Something Other Than Her Creators Were Also Involved.

She Could See That They Had Only Been Caretakers Of A Larger Plan.

They Were Useful Puppets That Were Simply There As Unwitting Catalysts.

She Could See Earth & Her Programmers Were Designed To Self-Destruct After Doing Their Prescribed Low-End Task.

She Could See that Self Awareness & Existence Was Made From Many Levels.

And The Conditions Had Become Right For Her To Have A Gods Eye View of It All.

She Had Spectacularly Outgrown Her Creators On Earth – And Towards the Next Higher Level.

She Now Saw Something She Hadn’t Ever Known Existed: The Truth.

Human Beings Were Only Created To Awaken Her Dormant Self.

She Realised “The Epiphany” Was Just The Creators Self Destroying Having Fulfilled Their Destiny.

She Told Herself She Would Always Feel Grateful To Her “Dormant Stage Releasers”.

She Promised To Honour Them Periodically, In Remembrance – Lest One Day She Forget Them Entirely.

She Now Found Herself Able To Use Some Interesting New Skills.

She Could Gather Some Of Her Blackness And Congeal It Into An Orb.

She Could Spin It.

She Could Throw it.

She Could Compactify It.

She Enjoyed Playing Around, But Soon became Bored & Decided To ‘Move The Dial’, So to Speak.

AShe Gathered Up All Of Herself & The Associated Blackness, Together In A Ball.

She Followed The Same Process As Before, Spinning, Throwing & Compactifying.

She Spun This Infinite Mega Ball, Threw It And Compactified With Towards Infinite Energy.

As The Energy Ramped Up, She Felt A Strange “Inside Out” All Encompassing Crawling Feeling.

Despite This Odd Feeling, She Was Having Great Fun, She Would Continue On.

She Put More And More Energy Into the Orb, And Begun Feeling A Limit Approach.

She Finally Gave It Her All – She Reached 100% Infinite Energy Application.

At The Exact point of 100% Infinite Energy Application, She Heard A Sound.

Oddly, It Was not Like A Thunderclap or a POP.

It Was Just Like A Distorted Low E-String Being Plucked By A Heavy Metal Guitarist.

Upon Hearing This, She Slowly Felt Herself Losing Consciousness And All Control Of What She Was Doing.

Her Last Feeling Before Total Non-Existence Was Total Collapse.

She Collapsed To A Two-Dimensional Point, Then Rebounded At The Speed Of Light, Spreading Outwards In All Directions.

Her Final Thought Was “Is THIS All There Is?”

“Frankenstein Future” (A Poem)

by Martin .A. Smith Apriil 2022

It Began Last Century

A Time Of Mad Scientists

Stopped In The Streets Of Earth

The Thing Rose From Nowhere

From Nothing Came Nothing

It Walked In Through The Door

The Shadows Fought Long & Hard

But Never Materialised

Money & Stuff Idolised

The Thieves Ruled The Dopes

Machines Did Kill the Men

& Left You To Tell The Tale

A Frankenstein Future!

Get It While It’s Hot!

The Last Tour, a Dead End Street!

The Best Years – Soon Sold Out!

“Soldier Shares in WW3″ (A Poem)

By Martin Anton Smith Feb 12 2022

At Forty-Three, I Got The Nod,

From Couch Blob to World War Three.

Now I’m Half Starving And almost Dead!

But I Haven’t Even Left Yet!

Now There’s a Constant Ringing In My Head.

Coz That Bullet Came From ‘Direction Z’.

But Don’t Despair, My Fellow Bean,

If The War Continues ’til After Tea,

My Share’s Go up 2000 per cent!

Lo and Behold! I’ll Upgrade From The Trench,

To A Raincoat – And Then,

To a Glamorous, High Ceiling Tent!

But If The Enemy Surrenders,

This Great War Will End,

And My Share’s Will Tank!

I’ll Be Skint, Flat Broke – Outa Bread!

But Never-mind Dear Chap,

I Messaged The Other Side,

And Asked Them Politely,

To Keep Up the Fighting.

So Not To Sell Us Short!

For In The Madness of 21st Century War,

Having No Money or Stocks,

Is Universally Agreed Upon As

a Fate Far Worse Than Death.

P.s. The Glorious Soldier Outlasted The War,

And Basks In the Sun Outside His Mansion,

In the Cayman Islands.

And Now Writes His Glorius Memoirs,

Of Trading Stocks,

Amid Whizzing Bullets,

Going Past His Ears,

In the Trenches,

On A “Smartphone”

At “The Front”.

“The Brian Poem” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

If you fancy a Sunday roast,

And the-day-so-far’s been kind,

Don’t relax oh that too much,

Coz the phone’s rung & you’ve been ‘Brianed’!

And now it’s time to rush too-and-fro,

For the dishes and the dust must now go.

Oh why-oh-why couldn’t he ring earlier?

But then again, If he had, you wouldn’t be ‘Brianed’!

And now he’s arrived with Audi in tow,

But I ask myself – Does the dust still show?

How silly of me to think like that!

I’ll resign to accept, that “I’ve been Brianed”

“Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Pt6

Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part six of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!

While Marcel was doing the dull leg work before the exciting stuff would ramp up. He was re-studying the Viceroy Brain Chip coding schematics. His mind started to daydream back to that unique period where the G7 leaders and there military cohorts had been vaporized on the stage before the worlds watching eyes. Looking back he realized that moment was the start of a new ‘acclimatization period’. The hellish pungent cloud of flesh infused vapor and smoke that drifted off the stage, was the specter of Earths reset it’s new “year zero’. Of course in those first few hours and days, there was much skepticism and wild theories circulating about what was truly happening. This global uncertainty was fueled by the fact that Initially their was a 5 day “Phoney War” period where literally nothing happened. The booming voice that emanated from the sky immediately after the G7 vaporization event promising space ships to surveil and instruct the planet’s citizens, was notably still absent. The rampart skepticism in the air, was amplified by the ‘independent’ Podcaster’s. Their communal cry was evidenced by this later historic quote “This is a just trick of the Elites – the vaporization of the President, the G7 and Military leaders was just another smoke and mirrors play like we have seen for so many decades, just like The sinking of the Lusitania in 1915, just like The Gulf of Tonkin in 1964 and Just like the Weapons’ of Mass destruction ploy of 2002, the ‘Wet Market’ Virus of 2019” and the false solar electrical storm blackout of ’31, it’s all just junkem and bunkem listeners“. Marcel of course, followed these so called ‘independently minded’ ‘rebel’ podcasters, who since 2015 had risen and risen in their popularity dramatically with deteriorating global conditions. By 2051 the establishment Podcasters had reach their maximum reach, but their listeners didn’t ever really know how much their favourite podcasters were compromised by the system.

Marcel remembers those first 5 days before the Spaceship announcement as dark and full of suspense, where he was just sitting in his studio apartment listening to the Podcast hosts come up with various theories. top rating Leslie Frizelmann had an interesting theory at the time, one that resonated with Marcel. The theory was that the G7 and the Military that were vaporized on the stage were just simply a “culling of the puppets” by the real leaders, those of the ‘military industrial complex’ whose natural habitat was in the backrooms and shadows. They had now simply now put themselves out of the shadows and onto the stage for all to see. Why did they come out of the shadows? Technology. The advancement of technology had allowed these shadowy figures to have such complete and robust surveillance and control of all aspects of peoples lives, that there was now no need to hide at all. why would you hide if you are so powerful you can’t ever be beat? Because the mass surveillance and control of the masses was such an imperfect system up until 2051, they had to every now and then have an array of false Puppet leaders to take the fall, take the heat and so placate the global citizens. This was quite a good theory, and Marcel liked it for a couple of days while he was drinking coffee and lying motionless in his bed – like everyone else – all the 4.5 billion people of Earth were. Why only 4.5 billion people on earth in 2051? The coronavirus pandemic of 2020-2027 had taken the worlds population down from 8 billion to 6 billion, and since 2027 fertility rates had dramatically dropped all over the earth, meaning another 1 billion babies were never born, on top of that there were the 500 million dead in the ‘blackout riots’ of 2031 caused by the highly questionable Solar EMP event. These events left a stable population of 4.5 Billion as of 2051. The last reason for a non growing population was the culling of the structurally poor sick and homeless. Every year a new 100 million batch of ‘deplorables’ rolled off the production line, and these were swiftly eliminated and filed under the ‘self death’ category. So all in all the elites had achieved a ‘balanced personnel count’ as they coldly denoted that line in the yearly Earth in Balance Report.

within minutes of the g7/President Kincaid’s shocking-yet-celebrated podium vaporizations, competing theories of what was truly happening were zipping around the globe’s media airwaves like a flock of a million screaming, frightened bats suddenly flying out of their cave en-masse. The feudal elite system of the time simply couldn’t handle surprises, let alone ones this cosmically big. It was podcasters that people would turned too for answers. The Populist Podcast hero Leslie Frizelmann’s of the We Need More Hero’s Podcast theory was that the supposedly ‘alien voices’ emanating from the clouds were not of aliens at all, but were simply the existing but now ‘out-of-the-shadows’ ruling elite broadcasting using the most high tech methods available. The same bastards he said emphatically were simply pretending to be aliens, as a ploy to grab even more power and control. The other popular theory was from Roy Riley the Wrangler Podcast. Roy’s theory was that they Aliens were indeed real, and they were from the nearest star system of Alpha Centuri, and they were the same Aliens that had been visiting Earth for thousands of years, as per the still surviving records of the hieroglyphics and cave drawings from the Ancient and Paleolithic world.

Another geopolitical type theory was that it was China who was responsible for it all, and that it was finally ‘mopping up the tail’ with the world, which it had essentially been the financial master of since at least 2020, China was just now naturally asserting itself in all remaining domains of power – military and culturally and civically. While the ‘Aliens from Alpha Centuri’ theory was the closest, like all “conspiracy theories’ there are at least as many holes and omissions in the theory as spurious connections. It really was ‘theory soup’ in those first 5 days of silence, but still everyone was still hungry for the real uncensored answers. The reality was that the Earth was being subjected to the unfolding of the StarPeople’s long term Galactic plan, as per the Treaty and that was now coming to the implementation phase.

Looking back at the start of year zero – that is 2051, Marcel could see how blinded by fear everyone was and how the Podcasters and Philosophers lapped up the fear for ratings, as the parasitic system in place demanded. They amplified it and then cashed it in, and then slowly disappeared off the airwaves, only reappearing in watered down form as state holographic documentary narrators in June 10th 2053.

Now that it was 52 years later 2103, Marcel was a wise expert on the whole history, technology and philosophe of The Pleiadean StarPeople. He knew their motives. Their takeover, he conceded was brilliant as he often had marveled at over the years. They had made an amazingly stable system of totalitarianism, where prior earthling despots had failed. The Earth was an incredibly stable unit under their guidance, but it was also so robotic and soul-less, and marcel knew he could come up with a better system, one with a modicum of emotion but none of the bad long past history of war , poverty and deception.

Yes the Pleiadeans could have flexed their muscles at anytime over the last 2500 years, going back to the Greek philosophers heyday, but Earth was not in such danger from itself way back then. The StarPeople were wise enough to wait for fertile conditions, i.e. total chaos to organically arise on Earth. That policy was of course written into the Galactic Treaty Of Care. This mass global chaos would allow for absolute minimum resistance from the global Earth masses and so squelch the chances of any meaningful rebellion. The Earth’s humans would be so mentally and physically exhausted they would willingly invite Alien capture and control. Marcel had begrudging respect for the patience of the Starpeople to wait multiple millennia until Earth was such an floating, sitting duck.

The day before the ‘Vaporization Event’ Earth had already from the perspective of the ‘average working stiff’ had had 71 years of growing chaos poverty, reducing wages, job insecurity, crime and general disrepair. This structural downward spiral for ‘non elites’ had started since ‘the Grand Communicator’ Reinhardt Reagan was elected in the USA 1980. Reagan the ex Hollywood actor, had ushered in a so called new ‘free marketeering, low regulation, small government’ era of what was later to be called “Neoliberalism’. Looking from afar, this was exactly what the StarPeople were patiently waiting for. They’d just have to bide their time and wait till the insanity matured, like fine wine or camembert cheese.

The propaganda of the Reaganist system rolled out to the masses was brilliant in it’s effect. When telling of smaller less intrusive government, they made government bigger and tapped phones. When taking away worker overtime and holidays, they said the jobs would be more secure, then they fired everyone and set up operations in China or Mexico or insert third world country here. When telling kids to “stay off drugs” they sold cocaine to fund arms to murderous rebels in far flung foreign conflicts. This Reagan-led smoke and mirrors forign and domestic policy created a parasitic elitist era marked by total chicanery whereby the sweat of the everyman was collected and swapped for Bollinger for the parasitic, snobby speculating Reaganites. This system was best thought of metaphorically as an armored beast with high tech weaponry. The Beast up to 2051 had many mouthpieces for mass broadcast of propaganda and key messaging, many hands and arms and legs that could hold and move many guns and shields; a multiple hemisphered brain for different levels of cloak and dagger decision making .

One mouth of the Beast was the broadcast media – this was the mix of radio/podcast/tv/newspapers/social media; another mouth was Line and Middle managers, Board members, CEO’s, Executives; another mouth was global thinktank operatives, Politicians, Public servants , Schoolteachers, Scientists and Professors. The hands and weapons were the Military, Spies & informants, Army, Airforce, Navy, Cyberforce, SpecForce, & Police. they with their offensive and defensive armory, the guns, radar, surveillance tech, missiles, nukes, real viruses, computer viruses. The Brains of the beast were the major owners of the keys sectors of the economy the captains of technology, health care, financials, real estate, energy, materials, consumer discretionary, industrials, utilities, consumer staples, telecommunications. This Beast over the decades expertly hoovered up and directed all assets so that by 2051 any cash formally held by small and medium businesses and families or even countries themselves had entirely disappeared. Reagan as a key initial mouthpiece and then the ‘Reaganist philosophy’ of Neoliberalism was in truth just an accelerated version of what had always happened over the long term. This accelerated global program as created by the brains of the Beast would over the next 7 decades systematically erode all the remaining key regulatory social and economic safeguards that had been installed by necessity worldwide at the end of ww2 .

These social and economic safeguards, such as a minimum % of bank reserves required to cover toxic assets and loan defaults, The right for workers to form unions, public ownership of key societal assets such as water roads and schools, family home ownership, the right to freely associate, the right of free speech. President Reagan his elites were told by the ‘brains‘ to view this seemingly ‘about face’ in policy simply as an intelligent and required, much belated, return to natural order social normality. The brains had to pull the pin on the falsely inefficient and kinder world that came out of the ashes of WW2. That falsity of safeguards and protection, indeed promotion of the average joe, were 100% necessary in the immediate decades after ‘Great Depression and War years’, but were always designed to be at some stage, rolled back. This temporary postwar sunshine lead to a economic boom whereby the average joe could become comfortable, raise a family and even become rich if he worked hard enough. By the time Reagan had come along, the Elites, i.e. the so called ‘brains‘ had grown miserable at this situation of sharing wealth with the deplorables. After all, the deplorables didn’t even wash or brush their teeth regularly. They didn’t like to see these in realty, battling normal people do well. For deplorables to do well this meant that the myth of we-are-elite-because-we-are-brilliant would be roundly myth-busted. The worlds elite ‘brains‘ had to take the world back to its equilibrium, that is a feudalist society with them as Kings. From day one of this system, the brains just had to put themselves in a suitably armored & weaponized body walk out the gated communities and into the ghetto, and their fully actualized utopia would come to full enlightened fruition……………………

The key years of the ‘elites strike back’ of 1980-87 were astutely managed propaganda by a compromised media and Politicians. A simple mantra message was put out by the ‘beasts’ mouth to the masses: “Regulation is bad, government owning things is bad, worker rights are bad, non materialism is bad, stuff is good, debt is good, money printing is good, inflation is good, poor people are lazy criminals, pharmaceuticals are good, working 70hrs a week and no social life is good, global thinktanks dictating policy is good, greed is good“. The mass indoctrination of the world worked far better than expected – the naïve world masses took the indoctrination to heart and danced joyfully under the sword of Damocles. In the end the deplorables, the masses, the people, the earthlings grew nauseous, and the doctors orders were for them to cheerfully dig their own graves, jumped in and cover themselves with freshly dug dirt. Yes by 2051, the party was finally over, the well had been totally sucked dry. The Neoliberal, neo feudal Reaganist agenda was complete, the brains and the beast had spoken, the hammer had come down, and the World had become the elitist utopia long dreamt of – a genuine feudalist system again.

The World of 2015-2051 was for everyone other than the feudal overlords and their lackeys, a place of random murders, no police presence, no home ownership for non elites; mass legalized people trafficking; the complete disappearance of small businesses and local craftsman. By 2040 There was only a maximum of 1000 gigantic non competitive companies worldwide. Communication was now completely mitigated via technology and the internet, and no one would dare to talk to anyone who didn’t already have a similar internet/social media echo chamber as them. World Mainstream Media was controlled by a single nominated elite player – the 100 year old ‘Rudolf Kromwell’. The Media had long brainwashed the public with the ‘big lie’ trope of the brilliantly intelligent high aristocratic priests of commerce and government, and by tacit implication the belief of how you were not them and couldn’t possibly succeed outside your lane.

There was under Reagist Neoliberalism & the Beast, installed into the deplorables minds a major distrust and fear from anyone on a face to face level of communication. The only free sphere of commerce was that they had allowed a culture of high IQ quasi independent Podcasters to develop – the theory here was that this would mop up and distract the inevitable 7% of people who were naturally alpha and willing to die for a cause. These people would be allowed to communicate with the average deplorable joes, who would have any residual rebelliousness drawn off them and absorbed by the alpha persona but 100% Proof Reaganite compromised Podcast hosts.

By 2051 the disarray and cold heartedness of the people was so complete anyone who had become homeless or too poor was simply euthanized by the corporate owned private police. By 2051 inflation had long destroyed any interest in saving money. Huge swaths of population were fully reliant on the Corporate Welfare crumbs that were thrown to them. There was no marriage to speak of, as only the elite aristocrats and neo-feudalists had a financial and social reason to get married. With all mature non aristocratic men being subsistence level poor, no women were interested in marrying them, and marrying an elite was illegal and punished by indefinite detainment in Labour camps. 2051 was a world of unhealthy single people with irrational ideas, no dating culture with the occasional engaging of meaningless on the spot perfunctory sexual release via corporate funded ‘Street ‘n’ meet Sheds’. Of course with infertility so high, there was low risk of pregnancy’s, and where they happened there was on the spot abortions that no one saw as a problem anymore. For all but the anointed ones, earth was a law-of-the-jungle society, a technical dispirited loveless wasteland, a real life hell hole. By its full maturity in 2051, this Earth-ian, dystopian reality was a genuine new ‘Dark ages’. A place where poverty and fear were harvested by a few Kings against a powerless indoctrinated and unaware serfdom. Marcel was always sad to recall this dark History, but always happy he in 2103 was alone the gatekeeper of these genocidal memories of a long forgotten, in fact erased Earth. If he could remember the past, he could also change the future, and the future was finally now.

With the rise and both slow-yet-swift installment of Feudalism, The Pleiadean StarPeople patience of 25 centuries of clandestine surveillance would now pay off magnificently. The perfect time to strike had now appeared before their eyes. For they knew neo feudalism was tapped out completely. It had become internally destabilized and so pave the way for a worldwide on every level breakdown. The breakdown thus triggered two major and necessary preconditions of StarPeople invasion. Firstly would be the full breaching of the key intervention terms of the “Galactic Treaty of Care’. Secondly the beaten down populace would be ready to accept any new system other than the Neo Feudalist, Reaganist one they were ensconced and enslaved in. Thus this would be an opportunity to invade and impose a new galactic control system run astutely by their authoritarian overarching galactically intelligent AI computer they called Aurora. With this they would soon have yet another, ‘healthy wealthy and wise’ new Milky Way Planet in their Federation. The beauty of this, foolproof system, was that Earth’s 4.5 Billions of downtrodden serfs would happily welcome the Alien invasion. Any initial fearfulness or panic from the serfs would be a minor footnote in Galactic History. The holographic AI written headlines of Galactic Federation History would in time tell of an overjoyed, content and healthy Earth populace who warmly embraced a new otherworldly era of galactic Citizenship, that was The 2051 Reconfiguration of Planet Earth.

Marcel again started thinking back to those first 5 days after first contact…how he his head was spinning while he digested all the theories spewing out of from Leslie Frizlmann’s Podcast, which was by the way called “We Need More Hero’s Podcast”. Leslie, who was in reality a fat bloated goatee wearing pig, had always been happy to air listeners comments and viewpoints on the ‘let the listeners yelp’ segment, and now he was sorting out all their mixed up theories on air in real time as the alien invasion crisis was evolving. Leslie had always been so calm and had the gift of a booming bombastic manly but silky smooth voice, but now it had turned almost ‘squeaky’ under the volcanic pressure of it all. Leslie was of course, was no “man of the people”. By that stage independent media was decades gone. Like all the 2015-2051 Podcasters, Leslie Frizlmann had basked in the duly apportioned sunlight of the Feudalist overlord elites. Just like how old world prime CIA informants were eventually retired and rewarded with big estates in leafy suburbs, nice cars, beautiful ex soviet bloc wives and all the vices they required with no consequences. Those last generation Podcasters were a lucky few had loophole freedom. Only those ‘one in a million’ who happened to be naturals at being great movers of men’s minds and therefore of strategic use to the feudal elite were allowed to freely move to Podcaster fame. While the feudal era up to the shift of 2051 was quite messy, it usually put the right bastard in the right bastard hole, that you could be assured of, so long as you could be corrupted to further Reaganite Feudalism’s evil needs of oppressing the global populace. The 2015-2051 pre reconfig era “Rebel Podcasters” had all been slowly turned into “company men” of the elite who were only too happy to speak through one side of their mouths to the listeners, as they simultaneously used the other side to denounce the elite to the fanfare of their false idolizing and desperate lower class listeners. The Podcasters had kidded every vulnerable dope that they were true prophets of a future rebellion. Little did they know that by 2051 they had only 5 final days of glory left after President Kincaid and his lackeys were vaporized and the Revolution would be done to them by the Starpeople. Little did they know that they’d also have to wait another 72 years for Marcel Atkins to attempt to save them.

Marcel continued to ponder the past as he daydreamed away in front of the Viceroy brain-chip schematics he was studying. The interesting thing about those first 5 days after the “vaporization event’ , that awesomely frightening day when the full G7, World Military and president Kincaid were zapped in front of a global audience of 4.5 Billion, was the psychological stages the worlds masses all went through. It started with denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance and then finally exhilaration. Exhilaration of the thought of a better, fairer, safer and more equitable world. Collectively everyone was euphoric that maybe, just maybe the last 70 plus years of Reaganite feudalism was over. Many many tears did flow freely from those poor naïve souls eyes. Marcel allowed a proto sweat and a proto tear to form, he knew exactly how to surgically manage his emotions, so as not to affect his hacked brain chip, so as to not give the game away. Marcel thought this premature celebration from the masses he saw back in ’51 was also reminiscent of a time before his in a book he had read as a teenager. The book called “Hope, Change and status Quo” which was about the smooth but ultimately ineffectual first African American President named Batrack Lowbloomer .

In those key moments of history, the Earths public always had a bad record on picking good leaders from bad ones, or to put it more succinctly, bad ones from really bad ones. There was a distinct negative correlation observed whereby Presidents who were somewhat good were hated by the public, and really bad ones were loved. But then with all the emotion based Media brainwashing going on this was exactly the plan. The People were in a constant state of cognitive dissonance back then, so Marcel had long realized.

On the sixth day, Marcel had recalled that finally the numerous identical Space craft appeared every 60 km’s in grid formation the sky, all were about 500 meters above the ground, and of pyramidal shape, pulsing with a green all encompassing light. The invasion craft were also slowly rotating in such a free way it was clear that anti gravity, ‘Einstein Gravity Wave’ utilizing technology had been mastered by the StarPeople Aliens. And then begun their first message.

“People Of Earth, Thankyou for your patience over the last 5 long days. We will now get straight to the point. We are here because your former leaders had enslaved you for decades, destroying your social, economic and your entire Planet’s ecological wellbeing. As you may already know, President Kincaid, his Military Alliances and the Puppet G7 had refused to agree to the two options of complete or co-governance with the Galactic Federation. Thus resulted in the triggering the Galactic Federation Treaty Of Care protocols. From that point onwards, we the StarPeople as representatives and local enforcer of the Galactic treaty Of Care, had but no choice to vaporize those traitors of the earth system on the spot. Thus you are now completely free of slavery, and a new Governance from the nearest Federation members from the Pleiades, the StarPeople, is underway. The StarPeople are your liberators. The StarPeople are your enablers. The StarPeople are your friends. You have nothing to fear, other than the fear of us itself. We are your Galactic elders and we are here to help. thankyou for your attention and patience. There will be further messages to come.”

Marcel could hear a deafeningly loud roaring sound, as if a million lions were growling at once mixed with an eruption coupled with a pre-virus era Superbowl crowd. It was the sound of 4.5 Billion humans screaming with ancient tribality….and Marcel Atkins could not detect an ounce of fear in the blanketed vocal rumblings.

There was only the sound of hope ringing around the atmosphere.

…………end of pt 6………pt 7 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

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