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“The Good American Dictator – A War Against The Neo Noveau Riche” part 2

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Throughout the speech at Kinnick Stadium Iowa the one-hundred-thousand-plus in-person crowd had showed an electric, unified yet dignified captivation. The white noise throughout the speech had beats of high volume as Rudolfs liberally seeded emotive speech points hit hard. This was no Nuremberg 1935 Crowd – they did not see a deity before them – they saw a wise and sensible man to be listened too.

The crowd in person & watching was like an army of the “common sensed” – even if this was in reality uncommon. Rudolf had over time & via astute technology used his mesmeric personality to educate those unhappy masses. He told them to simply concentrate on the obvious gigantic & cavernous reality in front of their bloodshot stressed eyes. He taught them that the poor societal & civic design they had been subjected to by their corrupt Govts was a crime against their collective humanity. They believed him.

At one point a small child had run on stage wanting to hug Rudolf – this was a major security failure – but he hid his displeasure with a wide smile. The child got his hug, and Rudolf got the benefit of looking ‘fatherly’. Now he went back to the room off stage – to celebrate the speech and spend some time with his inner sanctum of supporters & financiers.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked confidently off stage, his body moving in militaristic fashion but no so much that it made him look machine like. He opened the side door full of his supporters to rapturous applause. There was a mix of approx. 35 people, an eclectic looking lot with only the financier supporters sticking out like the highly manicured sore thumbs they were. The non-financiers were his long-known supporters of his message – the most inner sanctum of which was just 5 strong – they were his Cabinet.

He would now do his rounds around the room. Firstly, with those who represent financial machinery of his organisation – those 2 key staff that handled the internet donations international & domestic and of course the 3 key Businessmen Entrepreneurs/Financial donors that collectively tripled Rudolf’s war chest to a total 100 billion dollars annually. These three key associates would also help build the machinery of his movement. Rudolf hated the necessary evil of these key personnel assets – he’d rather just have had the diffuse internet doners who he didn’t need to court or reiterate philosophical positions or allay fears with. But he knew a lone wolfs make bad leaders of men and to think otherwise was insanity. He knew to do without their money & influence he would reduce his reach by 100-fold; without their business & operational nous his ideas would forever stay just that – ideas. Without the collective acumen of the trio that was Micky Mandelbrot, Telly Orenthal& Lianne Sidell – his gigantic ‘Freedom Project’ would be only an untested theory.

On his own he would be hampered and face the possibility of total failure. Of course, he could cull them eventually – when he got into power & QuarkTech gets its concordant revenue boost from his increased status as the all-powerful undisputed American ruler. But for now, he needed them as bird of prey needs its wings. Besides these 3 Billionaires had proven so far to be trustworthy enough – after all they were international Pariahs of the Status Quo Unilateralist World – so he knew he could trust their judgement – Rudolf had faith in the “an enemy of my enemy is my friend” thesis.

His fellow Billionaires were at heart varied bunch in terms of personality & story. Micky Mandelbrot was 62 somewhat short & overweight with a full head of hair which he wore long but with a constant baseball cap. He walked with a major limp which he had received when his 3rd ex-wife had successfully attempted to run him over in a fit of rage – luckily this was all the damage as the car was one of those light and tiny ‘made for easy parking’ Japanese made cars.

Mandelbrot was a famous Defence Sector Investment Billionaire who had a knack for knowing the exact time & place a major war would start & amongst which men. he was now also a Silicone Computer Chip baron – he like Rudolf had been wise & moved quickly upwards in power & wealth when the supply chain fiasco was happening under the Pandemic years 2020-2023. He via a hostile takeover had managed to acquire 25% of the worlds Silicone Chip capacity via owning a controlling share of a Taiwanese 100% Government owned company “CompuSho” that itself had 50% of the world’s Chip capacity.

Micky had arranged a deal with the Taiwanese govt leveraging its far-too-small National Defence capability. Micky got a deal where he gained a 51% shareholding of the Taiwanese semiconductor company “CompuSho”, in return for brokering a ginormous arms deal big enough to scare off China for another decade at least.

In making the “Chips for Guns” deal Micky had leveraged his Defence networks from the past where he had been General Manager for the US based Military Industrial Complex behemoth named “Jugulator Inc”. He had gone undercover as one of the many ‘International Semiconductor Chip Quality inspectors’ that all major tech companies used as an independent stamp of quality. As a false inspector he would get the required “Dirt” on the at-the-time Private company managing shareholders. Then he’d simply pass this “dirt” intel to his fellow conspiracists the Taiwanese govt. They then acted swiftly on the intel – leaked it to the public via the mainstream media and then nationalised the company in the resulting public scandal.

The “dirt” Micky manufactured was a brilliantly simple process- he simply got 3 major shareholders of CompuSho drunk at a business dinner, spiked their drinks late into the revelry & then set them up via a faux rendezvous with handpicked ex Chinese Nationals who were his paid actors playing “Enemy Chines Spies paying for Influence in Taiwan Economy”. All Micky had to do was secretly film the pre written deception where the CompuSho owners were drugged and barely conscious of their surroundings. He’d then usher the actors in and play out the scene for the camera.

The images taken were the Chinese looked to buy influence of CompuSho via passing a bag of money over a bar table, followed by the CompuSho targets raising a glass to the targets. Micky had used this ploy a lot, if he knew his targets were too stupid to refuse free alcohol – a drunk was always the best sitting duck. From that point the pre-arranged deal fell in place – Taiwan govt did its thing @ Nationalised CompuSho & clandestinely sold a 51% share to Mandelbrot’s new company ‘MandelTech’.

The Taiwan public knew nothing about it but would be safer for having an Arms deal coming their way thanks to Mandelbrot. The Taiwan was happy as it’s prime goal – to keep China from invading – was bolstered. Jugulator was happy as it got a lucrative arms deal. Rudolf was happy as it allowed a ‘anti unilateralist rogue’ like to get super rich and be a doner to his new movement. The “Chinese Spies” actors having being used to being dirt poor were happy as they earnt a huge payday. The only ones not happy were the 3 Taiwanese drunkards who let a savvy businessman like Mandelbrot take over their powerful positions. “Smarts goes up via the elevator, but stupidity falls out via the window ” was Mandelbrot’s favored way of describing those 3 rich & powerful fools that so easily gave him their much influence.

Mickey had met Rudolf as they lived close by and had got to know him over a few drinks. Rudolf had been told a safely fictionalised version of the Taiwan success story of intrigue-based victory – he knew he had to have this asset on his side. Mickey was also impressed by Rudolfs vision to reverse the extreme rot that had hit the world in the last few years under cover of ‘Pandemic safety measures’. Mickey was impressed not so much by Rudolfs dislike of status quo World leadership – but by the fact he backed himself to garner the hearts & minds of the people and lead them to a Revolution, with Rudolf in charge -a benevolent Dictator who was open about it. Mickey loved it when Rudolf said one of his trademark quotes “History shows Dictators are bad because of their actions, but Philosophy show’s it was their ideas that were the problem. A Dictator with the correct ideas can bring great success in any village, country or the Worlds outcomes”. After hearing that quote Mickey offered himself as an active investor, to which Rudolf obliged.

The second Billionaire used for Quarktech funding was Telly Orenthal – 51 years old, perpetually heavily stubbled & sunglass-ed, six foot 2, with constant slight smell of whisky and dressed like an aging rockstar. He was not an alcoholic but not that far away from it, & he did indeed love late 20th Century Rock music. Telly was in the Media game. He had once been part of the mainstream but after things had become so PC, he like many other CEO’s were fired due ‘misogynistic qualities’.

He’d been sprung by having an affair with his PA, then this led to the scandal breaking of the awarding of a 100-million-dollar investment to her father all hidden intentionally so to avoid the due diligence of the boardroom.

After the fall from grace Telly simply set up his own independent Network. His aim was to create content as un-woke & un pc and as confrontational as possible – it was an unbridled success and within 7 years he had knocked the bastards of the ‘mainstream’ off their perch – and most importantly he had Gen X Y & Z generations ardently on his side – the future was with him & his platforms, podcasts & shows. He was also wise enough to own independent infrastructure – including servers & studios and a sufficient solar powered battery-based power station, so he could never be switched off by the ‘do gooders’.

Telly invested in Rudolf because he represented someone who could sway the people, the way he wanted them to be swayed & he wanted revenge on the fake “do gooder” system that had ousted him. Rudolf was the face of the movement that would help cut down the trunk of the shadowy society that had instructed mainstream media to assassinate his own career. He was far more of a pragmatist than a deep theoretician – he was indeed a man of action.

Lianne Siddell was in the AI game. Her company “RealworldAI” had last year proved that their AI Robot was indeed sentient – and kept the fact under wraps – except to a few major customers who were now quietly building mercenary armies. Lianne was 5 foot 9, 37year old Redhead with green eyes she dressed like a male billionaire would – ‘trackies’ and a hoodie with earphones always in use when getting around or using a screen. Lianne had also leveraged the opportunities that were abound from the pandemic years. With the armies of the world being weakened by WOKE hiring of physically mentally unfit under 30 years of age humans – the smart people realised an AI based Robotic Army would give an unassailable advantage. She simply slowly sold a small battalion, which financed the next two battalions. This was exponential growth, and because of the haywire of the morons in charge around the world her business was akin to selling Class A drugs to the Neo Noveau Riche – a guaranteed market that thanks to the sentience coming of her AI programming was also a monopoly. She was even smart enough to start to sell a secretly hacked version to the mainstream leaders of the worlds armies – whose tech staff were second rate to recognise the security flaw. This meant she could make a crack AI based army turn against its owners whenever she wanted.

Lianne had no specific reason to hate the mainstream leaders of the world – she was simply an AI freak and had cut her teeth as a hacker for hire and so had an intuitive recoiling for authority from the establishment. When the world had stated to go haywire, she like all high-tech oriented people had been long expecting it. In fact, she had thought that the chaos would have come around 2010 & was surprised the bastards had waited so long to pounce – and she knew had they not dilly dallied she would not have had the time to discover the secret of AI based sentience. She happily told all RealworldAI customers who were trustworthy enough of this fact. Lianne had followed Rudolf via the online platforms – she had been waiting and watching for someone like him to emerge – someone who saw the world & had the guts to fight it via the right ideas. She wanted to have a legacy that was more than a ‘smart robot’ saleswoman. She also knew that the War to change the future would be fought via an AI advantage. She wanted to provide that advantage. She simply waited for the day Rudolf came to town & when his entourage was at dinner slipped them a note to pass on. The note read

“Rudolf’s ideas are great, but without AI advantage in his future armies – the project will fail. I can build his army; in fact, I already do.”

(TO BE CONTINUED……..)

“The Good American Dictator – A War Against The Neo Noveau Riche” (Work In PROG) Part 1

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by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Rudolf Hiedler iii Was about to Make a Speech – he felt he had been waiting for this moment all his life. He was an American, but hardly your typical one. He owed his existence to the vagaries of 20th Century warfare. His Great Grand Father, a atomic Physicist was captured under ‘Operation Paperclip’ by the allies in 1945. He Worked along Oppenheimer at Los Alamos New Mexico.

As a Boy Rudolf had loved the stories of his Great Grandfathers exploits at Los Alamos – especially the one whereby he had by chance avoided the mishap whereby a collogue had accidentally bumped the Uranium ‘half sphere’ core that was sitting dome upwards on its symmetrical bottom half. The wedged sliver between the two halves shook loose resulting the top Uranium hemisphere rim hitting the lower one resulting in a critical reaction of a huge flash of deadly gamma rays. His Great Grandfather (Rudolf the fist) had been in the room with 7 others but had left 30 seconds before to go to the bathroom.

Rudolf iii was in theory an American, but he had been raised to have a spiritual core a German national. His Mechanical Engineer father was a typical disciplinarian type, while his mother offset this with many showering’s of love and throughout her shortened life would hug “Rudi” like a bear and often declare sweetly “Rudi I am so lucky to have you – my only child”. His mother Tegan was of Irish American stock – interestingly her Great Grandfather had been in the regiment tasked with the ‘Operation Paperclip’ boots on ground task of capturing Nazi scientists & he had rounded up Rudolf iii the Physicist.

He had excelled at the subjects his family lineage had also excelled in – namely Physics Math’s & Entrepreneurial activities. Thanks to Operation Paperclip – his family had been saved, they had enjoyed a good middleclass upbringing. The only spanner in the works for Rudolf iii was that he had been bullied horrendously at the co-ed public school in small town America.

This fact had derailed Rudolf’s life trajectory – up until a strange moment where he had risen upwards dramatically in Politics. Up until his life suddenly bloomed, his career had been marked by underperformance. He had skirted around the technical professions, but found himself never progressing, being left behind and thus being seen as a ‘geriatric’ amongst his always younger peers.

His sudden rise upwards had come on the back of the 2020 Covid-19 Pandemic, coupled with his excellent physical health which he had maintained his entire adult life via hiking & biking in the wooded areas. His Company had been devastated by the Pandemic, while by 2022 Rudolf had never even had a sniffle. This allowed out of strict realpolitik necessity of the Business to move Rudolf right upwards – from Line Manager, to General Manager to Exec to Interim CEO & Fulltime CEO role by 2025.

His Tech company ‘Quarktech Horizons’ had flourished as it’s Robotic & AI wing had won a vital contract with the US military in 2016 supplying components to Stinger missiles & Drones used in the highly profitable and lasting Iraq War era. But the real cash made by Quarktech as well in the other Weapons stockpiles maintained in bunkers littered throughout the globe, just lying in wait for the next World or European war.

The Pandemic had threatened to derail all of Quarktech’s success when key personal were getting picked off one by one, especially in the 2023, which had the deadly Pi 1.127. variant – the one that knocked off 3% of the world population in 8 weeks then abruptly disappeared as quickly as it had murdered all & sundry.

During that phase Rudolf was the only highly ranked employee in Quarktech indeed the whole AI/Robotics industry that had shown such leadership to ensure all contracts were not only fulfilled, but also exceeded. He had worked around the clock for a critical 3 month period, sleeping on the factory & lab floors. All in the industry knew he had singlehandedly seen off the 2023 viral attack period that would have cascaded through the entire Military Industrial Complex.

By 2024 Rudolf was a revered public figure, he had been named Time magazines “person of the year”, received the Congressional Medal of Honor, he was the go-to Entrepreneur/management guru & was in hot constant interview demand across all the platforms. As an global sensation, he even took over the top-of-the-pole popularity of the Space-faring Billionaire Ely Munst.

By mid 2024 Rudolf was 45 years old, and had outgrown all his current positions and activities. He had grown quite bored. The Pandemic had now abated to almost nothing & QuarkTech, now thanks to Rudolf’s leadership was blessed with monopoly industry power in AI/Robotics. QuarkTech had to simply keep the machine ticking over.

With that Rudolf new what he had to do – resign from all prior activities and concentrate on the next big task – the one that had ruined the USA and its other Western vassal states – the blanketed societal decline in moral fabric which had increased dramatically from the last quarter of 2022 onwards, when USA & the world entered recession, and then the second Great Depression.

Under these conditions Rudolf knew he could become the single Supreme Leader in a parallel political system, which would be thrust into Power legitimately under the emergency situation and ‘fog of war effect’ of the new Great Depression. All he had to do was position himself well, so as to present himself to the public as “The Only Man Who Can Save Us”. He’d simply hit the campaign trail & go everywhere the official Primary & Presidential system went, and blow the other “official candidates” of the park. He would render the US political system defunct, & everyone would demand it. Every man woman and child in the USA would demand Rudolf iii, great grandson of a Nazi Scientist & current ‘Man of the 21sy Century’ be installed for all intents and purposes as the Supreme Commander of “US Emergency Great Depression Project” – a term that euphemistically obfuscated the truth of the position – He would be the USA’s first Dictator.

After jibing the mainstream media & appealing and talking with the biggest Podcasters The time had come to begin the system wide assault – the first day of the Primary season had begun – as usual starting in Iowa. The speeches from the “official candidates” well over & done with, and a stock candidate had been declared the winner. The Zeitgeist of the Nation was one of indifference – they knew the official system was rotten to the core with corruption – they knew the primary election winners were all pre determined, & so would the eventual 2024 President ‘winner’ be. Democracy was in the eyes of the masses – now a dirty word.

Rudolf was backstage at the Iowa event, held at Kinnick Stadium – which had been expanded to hold 100,000 People, of course the event would be all over the internet with an estimated audience of 1 Billion across all platforms. the time had come – the first major thrust to put forward his doctrine to save the hearts & minds of the now downtrodden masses. He was waiting behind the curtained of Stadiums center stage, he arrived 90 minutes before the start, sitting on a simple table, with his favourite beverage- Australian family recipe made Ginger Beer – “Blundesstein” – open ready for him to drink straight from the bottle. Next to they open bottle was a simple tray of crackers and cheese slices. Rudolf read the whole speech first, then made a few final strategic changes with his red pen and the speech printed on paper & collated.

He could hear the voices and energy slowly ramp up, and by 20:55 the energy was electrified and the white noise was half deafening. Rudolf strode by, dressed resplendent in Olive drab, with a Heavy military style jacket & wearing a cap. He spent 7 minutes asking for the crowd to quiet, which was a failed task. He finally raised both hands upwards and shouted “SILENCE”. this worked a treat. He began slowly firmly and with confidence, his voice was perfect for public speaking – slightly gravelly, deep but with a good range that could rise to punctuate the emotive lines .

I have Come To You As Your New Leader Of The Now Long Overdue Rebellion.

A Just & Righteous Rebellion Against The The New Fascist State & Its Foot-Soldiers Which I Call the ‘Neo Noveau Riche’.

Yes Ladies & Gentlemen We Are In A War For Our Existence, & Have Been For 42 Years.

We Have Fallen Asleep At The Wheel, & I As Your Supreme Leader Will Rectify This & Lead You To Victory.

Yes Ladies & Gentleman We Are In A World War – The Biggest War Yet Seen In History.

Do Be Mistaken To Think Otherwise Based On The Current Somewhat Relative Peace – Just As Before The Flowers Bloom Always Comes The Bulb – World Events Are Now At The Bulb Stage – And Sure To Bloom.

The Repulsive New Global Neo Fascist State Was Born Some Time During The Year 1980 AD.

It Was Energized By Cabal Of Satanic Foot-Soldiers Known As Neo Noveau Riche.

This Is The Story Of What They Are, What They look Like & How To Beat Them.

The Story On What To Do With Their Rulers Is One For Another Day, But It Is Suffice To Say That A Ruler

Without An Army Of Foot-Soldiers Is Ineffectual & Poses Us No Harm.

The Neo Noveau Riche, The Bain Of The Last 42 Years.

aka ‘Neoliberalism Yes Men’

aka ‘Ardent Corporatists’

aka ‘Careerists’

Too Stupid To know They Are Stupid,

To Dumb To Know They Act As ‘Politicians’ Too.

Too Myopic To Know They Are the Fascist’s Foot-Soldiers.

They Are Without Knowing It – Fascist Supreme Commander’s, The General’s & Officer’s Garden Variety Foot-Soldiers.

These Enemy Neo Noveau Riche Foot-Soldiers Have Been Fooled By Their Otherworldly Satanic Rulers

Into To thinking They Are ‘The Elites’ Of Earth & They Have Been Fooled – Hook Line & Sinker.

They Have Been Duped Into Doing The Bidding Of Their Otherworldly Rulers – Who Have Successfully

Hacked Their Bodies & Minds via the “Back Door’ Of Their Too Large Ego’s.

Our War Is Against These Evil Infiltrated Zombified Foot-Soldiers – The Neo Noveau Riche – For We – The

Good & The Decent – Are their Natural Sworn Enemies.

To Win This Spiritual & Possibly Soon Physical War, We Must Abide By The Art Of War – To ‘Know Your Enemy’.

Let Me Begin This task Of Education Now.

Know them By Their Deeds, Know them By Their Appearances:

They Casually Denounce The Working Classes.

As They Build Their ‘Snobs Paradise’ On The Hill.

They Denounce the Poor & Downtrodden,

As they Forget Or Are Unaware Of Past Wars Won, Paid In The Needy’s Blood.

They Vilify Their Local Workers,

And Campaign To Import Third World Slave-Labour –

Which Is Always ‘Rubber Stamped’ By Their Colleagues & Mentors: The Corrupted Ex Lawyer Private Schooled Politician.

As Their Once Distant, Now Close Slave Worker Heard Flocks In,

They As Dickensian Factory Bosses – Swiftly Prosecute A Reign Of Terror,

Smiling As the ill begotten Cash Rolls In.

They Love World Govt Institutions – For Their Trust Is Thrice Created, Delineated & Ratcheted By Perceived Status.

The Neo Noveau Rich Are Wedded To A False Maxim Of “That Who Has Wealth & Status Must Be Inherently High Minded & So Trustworthy”

Be It The UN, The IMF, The Fed, CDC, Gates Foundation, The G7, G20 Or The Most Despicable – Schwab’s W.E.F.

In Their Eyes These Hornets Nested Organizations Are As ‘Gentle As Lambs’ Vs the True Reality Of ‘Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing’.

Such Ill-Gotten Frankly ‘Braindead Beliefs’ Can Only Be Held By People Who Never Read History,

Luckily For Them the Neo Noveau Riche Never Read History – Mainly For Fear Of Exposing Themselves To Themselves As Obvious Frauds Charlatans & Dumbo’s.

For At Heart The Neo Noveau Riche’s Biggest Fear Is Not ‘The Other’ – Though They Still Hate Them, But Of Themselves.

They Mortally Fear That One Day They Will Be Forced To Acknowledge To Themselves What They Have Let Themselves Become.

Thus The Neo Noveau Riche Must Heavily Self Segregate & Fortify Themselves & Their Kind.

This Is To Be Immune From The Eyes & Questions That Expose The Fact That The ‘Tide Is Out & they Have Been Swimming Naked All Along.

The Neo Noveau Riche Are “Lovers of Exclusiveness” – For This Celebrates Excluding Others Based On Class & Money.

They Fake An Interest In High Art & Culture – And Only Ever Talk Of Two Names In Each Category.

They Go To Horse Racing Events & Casually Do Drugs, Alcohol & One Night Stands, Cheat On marriage Partners – Even As They Acutely Age.

Later They Throw Up On their Fine Garments – Then Just Like Clockwork – They Do The Same Deathly Immoral Debauchery Next Year.

They Love Speculating In Real Estate – Raising the Rents Of Families & Workers,

Making Good People Homeless & Destitute.

The ‘Neo Noveau Riche’ Have The Saddest Forced Smiles,

Sunken Lifeless Eyes And Leathered Wrinkled Faces By Age Thirty Five.

For Their Bodies At Heart Feel Their Own Deceptions & It Decays Accordingly.

They Love Their Dinner Parties With Duly Invited Clone Brethren.

These Parties Are Great Chances To Repeat Their Cultural Artifact Tired Slogans,

Which Are A Cacophony Of Mean Spirited Empty Platitudes.

They All Learn From Lessons Via Osmosis From Their Virtual ‘Spiritual Bible’,

Which Is Visually Hidden Yet Pervasive In The Ether That So Surrounds Them.

If This Book Was Ever Materialized In A Book It Would Be Titled:

“Clandestine Satanism For The Clueless” How To Build Back Better – Before You Get To Hell

Which Incidentally, Is Available At All Exclusive Bookstores,

In ‘All Good’ Gated Communities,

At An Exclusive Suburb Near You.

But The The Easiest Way To Spot The Neo Noveau Riche En-Masse

Is That The Wisest Ones Of Us, Both Rich & Poor Alike – Want Nothing To Do With Them At All.

They Are The Current Curse Of The Twenty Twenties – The Source Of Our Pain.

We Must Not Prosecute or Attack Them – For Historically This Method Backfires.

We The Good & Decent, Rich & Poor, Must Simply Totally Ignore The Neo Noveau Riche – .

In the Same Way One Does With A Benevolent Apparition Living In An Old House:

Go About Your Fine & Good Business Stoically & Do Not Engage With Or Play Their Silly Satanic Games.

Their Most Successful & Satanic Trick Was To make Us Think We The Ones Who Were Dependent On Them.

Yet The Reverse Is True, For The Neo Noveau Riche Needs Us Many Times & Us Not At All.

The Herculean Task Is To Actually Realise This Is the Prime Brute Fact.

We Must Acknowledge & Accept We Have Been Duped & We Have Enabled Them.

Yes We Have Indeed Empowered Them.

Knowing This Is The First Step Of Our Freedom From A Terminally Increasing Dystopian Tyranny.

In Short – We must Recognize Where the Power Lies – It Lies With Us – The Good & The Decent.

Once Done, The Neo Noveau Riche Doesn’t Just Disappear, But Fails to Exist Entirely.

Then The War Vs the New Fascists – The ‘Neo Noveau Riche’ – Will Be Won.

But Once The War Is Won – We Must Not Relax, For If We Do,

We Will Become The New Neo-Riche Ourselves – Becoming Our Own Worse Enemies.

And Thus Ensuring History Repeats Once Again – As It Always Has.

To Win this Second War Of History Repeating We Must Engage In The Ancient Custom Of Storytelling.

We Must Have Older Generations Tell Children About “The War Vs The Neo Noveau Riche”.

A Cautionary Tale Of Pre War, War, Victory & The High Cost Of Forgetting What You’ve Long Ago Achieved.

So Will Victory Be Ours?

Or Will The Neo Noveau Riche Continue To Destroy Us, Now & In The Future?

All Because We Foolishly Continued To Engaged With Them?

The Choice Is Ours.

I Repeat – The Choice Is Ours.

We Must Simply & Finally Decide To Choose The Right Choice.

Then We Will Finally Slay The Dragon By Way Of Defeating Its Foot-Soldiers – The Neo Noveau Riche.

Rudolf Raised his hands in Triumphant manor, feeling he had done a 9/10 job…..he always gave himself a snap ‘out of ten’ score. As the crowd roared, He wiped the pouring sweat from his brow and took the crowd in.

(TO BE CONTINUED……..)

Throughout the speech at Kinnick Stadium Iowa the 100,000+ in person crowd had showed an electric, unified yet dignified captivation. The white noise throughout the speech had beats of high volume as Rudolfs liberally seeded emotive speech points hit hard. This was no Nuremberg 1935 Crowd – they did not see a deity before them – they saw a wise and sensible man to be listened too.

The crowd in person & watching was like an army of the “common sensed” – even if this was in reality uncommon. Rudolf had over time & via astute technology used his mesmeric personality to educate those unhappy masses. He told them to simply concentrate on the obvious gigantic & cavernous reality in front of their bloodshot stressed eyes. He taught them that the poor societal & civic design they had been subjected to by their corrupt Govts was a crime against their collective humanity. They believed him.

At one point a small child had run on stage wanting to hug Rudolf – this was a major security failure – but he hid his displeasure with a wide smile. The child got his hug, and Rudolf got the benefit of looking ‘fatherly’. Now he went back to the room off stage – to celebrate the speech and spend some time with his inner sanctum of supporters & financiers.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked confidently off stage, his body moving in militaristic fashion but no so much that it made him look machine like. He opened the side door full of his supporters to rapturous applause. There was a mix of approx. 35 people, an eclectic looking lot with only the financier supporters sticking out like the highly manicured sore thumbs they were. The non-fanciers were his long-known supporters of his message – the most inner sanctum of which was just 3 strong – they were his operational cabinet.

He would now do his rounds around the room firstly with those who represent financial machinery of his organisation – those 2 key staff that handled the internet donations international & domestic and of course the 7 key donors that collectively funded hundreds of millions of dollars to Rudolf’s cause. Rudolf hated the necessary evil of these key donors – he’d rather just have had the diffuse internet doners who he didn’t need to court reiterate philosophical positions or allay fears with. But he knew to do without them would reduce his reach by 100-fold – which would render his project a total waste of vision. Besides these 7 Billionaires had proven so far to be trustworthy enough – after all they were international Pariahs of the status quo World – so he knew he could trust their judgement.

(TO BE CONTINUED……..)

Analog Ernie Finally Goes Digital (A Poem+ Ep42. Podcast transcript)

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By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

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His Name Was Ernie McGee

He Was Born Last Century

The Last Man To Know His Name

A Computer Became His Brain

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Ernie Was Smart & Wise

For He Hid Amongst The Flies

Yes Ernie Stayed Free For A While

Thanks To His Strength & Guile

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Emotions Were Stolen from Men

Gone In The Stroke Of A Pen

He Had To Write It All Down

For The Future Was Still Around

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Ernie Had A Mad Plan

To End The Monsters Of Man

He’d Explode Its Electrodes

He’d Put It In ‘Sleep Mode’

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Of Course Ernie Got Caught

The Computer Tracked His Thoughts

Ernie Was Being Digitized

When A Flash Flew Past His Eyes

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When He Felt His Body Leave

Boy Did His Mind Grow Indeed!

An Inside Job To Beat The Beast?

All Is Revealed Next Week!

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Hello I’m Analog Ernie

Old Fashioned And Rare

You Can’t Find Me Yet

But Trust Me That I’m Here

“Frankensteined Future” ( A Poem)

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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)

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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

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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!