Molinar was starting to wonder if this was ever going to
work. So many adjustments to the
original plan had taken it dangerously afar from it's goal, not to mention 50
years behind schedule; and yet Janapstra was adamant that the plan was
perfect because it had never failed before.
Typical reptilian arrogance! It
was supposed to have been just another genetic uplift program like all the
others: simple, really, nothing too complicated about it. It was in fact so simple, they even have the
humans doing it themselves these days.
"You know you're boss is desperate when he agrees to let his
subjects run the labs," Molinar thought to himself as he continued
with the task at hand, which was increasingly turning out to be just more
damage control. The plan was
failing. It was by now so obvious the
plan was failing, that even Janapstra himself could see it, but refused to. For a race that has been run out of every
decent sector this side of the masked nebula one would think the reptilians and
their assorted followers might be a tad less arrogant, but you'd be wrong.
For the last 150 years
Molinar had been the top Zeta-Reticuli mind control expert in seven systems,
which was exactly why Janapstra kept him on a short leash. Humans weren't much of a challenge on the
face of things; there was much more exciting work to be had, if one was not
contracted to this particular reptilian commander. He would be elsewhere by now
were it not for the vexing glitch in the program, which was causing the entire
plan to fail. The first few thousand
generations or so had gone pretty much as they always do. A planetary population is discovered while
still in a Neolithic type state of advancement, then the Archons come in and
mix their desired DNA material into the indigenous DNA: your basic catch &
release program. Let simmer for a dozen
generations, then repeat, simmer, then adjust for fine tuning.
Slave races have been created
this way for a millennia; well at least until the confederated worlds banned
the practice. The reptilians discovered
soon enough that banning is one thing, and enforcement another matter
entirely. The very thing which had made
the reptilians the refuse of the galaxy is the same reason nobody wants to
antagonize them. They tend to be
hyper-aggressive; believing all other species are inferior to themselves.
The shiny gold name plaque on
his desk announced him as Saul S. Lumber, and that desk was deep in the
belly of the Department of Homeland Security, Division of Genetic Truth. He was the human in overall control of
genetic purity and truth management in the north American zone, and Molinar's
greatest achievement by any galactic standard.
Saul saw himself as a spiritual warrior, no...more like a grand samurai;
slashing the virus of truth whenever it dared raise it's ugly little head. Truth, Saul told himself, is the serpent in
the garden of order, and he was it's genetically engineered nemesis. Although
Molinar had many times reassured him that current difficulties were not his
fault, Saul was beginning to wonder if this was ever going to work? For more than 40 years Saul S. Lumber had gone
about his exacting daily routine. Arise,
shower, & breakfast, all in the same sculpted space; then
across the corridor to his work station for the next twelve hours. Part of each day was always spent in the
semantics lab, where neuro-lingustic dynamics were developed to counter the most recent truth
eruptions. Saul's work was legendary
stuff, right up there with swamp gas, and trickle down economy: and if Saul
was worried then it's time to question a lot of things.
It was widely understood in
the Orion sector that the only reason reptilians and archons worked together
was because nobody else would have them as associates. For such an unholy alliance as it was, this
symbiotic partnership added brute strength and guile with psychopathic
intelligence; giving rise to a malevolence of seething evil, and ineptitude,
from which not even they could escape.
Some 45 to 50 thousand years ago these two scourge races first
discovered earth; and finding it unprotected by either technology or treaty,
they of course set about doing pretty much as they pleased with the inhabitants,
the early Cro Magnon race, and their counterparts around the planet. The mutual dislike of each other was never
far beneath the skin of any issue, as the reptilians and archons seem equally
arrogant and distrustful in their very nature.
This mutual dislike could not be better epitomized than by the example
of Janapstra the reptilian commander,
and Lucifer, the chief archon agent of chaos. Under Lucifer's command, the archons had
devised their most elaborate holographic reality construct ever, and the
reptilians posing as earth elite, were blowing it; so there was more static
between the races than ever, just as humanity was crossing the threshold of
evolution, with thousands more awakening each day, and the construct degraded
faster than it could be rebuilt.
The archon endgame plan had
originally called for the complete and total subjugation of humanity on earth
long before they even approached the threshold of evolution, just to be on the
safe side. Through the various Jihads', Crusades,
Holy wars of all kinds; not to mention everyday conflicts over wealth & resources: humanity
was coming right along in step with the program. Then, something happened. The archons are great fixers, usually, because they operate thru intimidation and
deceit. It is difficult to intimidate or
deceive that which you cannot identify - and it was just that which had been
vexing the plan for over fifty earth years.
The "baby boomer" & subsequent generations just weren't
buying the old, outdated paradigm anymore.
Lucifer and his best had failed to predict that these generations would
ever want anything more than their parents had; and by the time they realized
it, well, the cat was out of the bag as they say. Lucifer himself had designed the emergency
paradigm needed to reclaim these 'lost souls' back into the
framework of the plan. It was perhaps
his most brilliant strategy ever, as it first addicted them to loud, shiny,
meaningless social memes; then proceeded to sell them the
artificial construct designed especially for them. To keep them mindlessly out
of the equation, and below the level of critical thought.
To enhance the success rate
of this shameless deception Lucifer had instructed Molinar to make use of his
most skilled social engineering technicians, including the elite hybrids, such
as Saul. The human mind is actually
quite easy to influence, especially these days, after generations of DNA
splicing to weed out individuality, creativity, and logic. Molinar's elite mind control experts had
mapped every possible human response to any imagined stimuli; based on their
profiling techniques; and still had not found the elusive, errant genome
responsible for the contagion of free thinking now sweeping across earth. As if it wasn't already difficult enough to
maintain the holo-illusion; the reptile posing as John McCain was
melting down on camera more frequently, and it was only a matter of time before
he lost it all together and revealed his lizard face to the world! Lucifer was starting to wonder if this was
ever going to work...
Janapstra was pacing back and
forth across the bridge of his command ship high above earth. Only his arrogant ego prevented him from
muttering aloud to himself the way old demented generals always seem to
do. To say he wasn't happy would be the
epitome of understatement, and when reptiles get this way it just never seems
to end well for anyone in the vicinity.
Between John McCain and this new sprout Obama, it was a
miracle any of them still had their original reptilian hides. The fact that the whole lot of them hadn't
been turned into belts & luggage long ago was mute testament to the stupidity
of humanity, and the superiority of the reptilian species! This knowledge didn't seem to calm the lizard
general down, as his pacing continued; making his bridge crew increasingly
nervous. After all, the Roddenberry
chameleon had based the
Klingon race pretty much after this one strutting, imposing maniac.
Janapstra's current fit of
imminent rage had to do with the failure of his comrades to see the seriousness
of the matter, as they continued to accumulate money as if it actually still
had any value, and party like it was 1999.
This 'great awakening' as the human resistance movement calls it,
is beginning to gain momentum at an alarming rate. Molinar had promised them all; that
the humans would only use the internet for stealing music & watching
porn, something that both Lucifer and Janapstra reminded him of all too
frequently. Who knew this errant gene
would surface, the one which thirsted for knowledge and thrived on truth? Wherever it came from, however it mutated
into existence, didn't seem to matter any more somehow, as not only were the
Gen-X'ers not buying the bovine excrement, but even his best warriors were now
succumbing to greed and avarice...as his pacing intensified, Janapstra was
beginning to wonder if this would ever work?
At his secluded work station
Saul S. Lumber works away as he has for each day of his life. He's never had nor desired a vacation, or
even as much as a day off. Those terms are
only for the mind cattle he has spent his entire life
programming, and re-programming. It is
imperative that the humans never be allowed too much time
outside the parameters of the plan, as for Saul, there never quite seemed to be
enough time for all he must accomplish, hence, no need for a vacation,
especially not now, as the great archon end game nearing it's planetary roll
out! "So much to do, so little
time" - He silently laughed to himself, it was his favorite neuro-lingustic
psyche-grenade of all time, a true masterpiece.
Saul couldn't recall where this subtle sense of humor had come from, but
he liked it, much as humans like to season their meals.
It was a luxury Saul couldn't
allow himself just now, as the radioactive fallout from Fukushima was causing some problems that couldn't be managed by
simply ignoring them. First there were
the ever increasing accounts of outright mutations in various
marine mammal species; but now the even harder to conceal, and increasing
frequency of, bizarre animal behavior around humans, most notably, the desire
to kill & devour them. Just this
week alone in Alaska, there had been five baby-jackings by crazed bald
eagles. Something like that
is very hard to keep off of YouTube, especially when it seems every one able to
walk and talk has a camera phone these days....yet another bauble to distract
turned against the archon overlords by a captive race of slaves....Hmmm, what is
going on here, Saul wondered quietly to himself?
He didn't have too much
trouble convincing folks they didn't need to test the Pacific ocean for
radiation, despite all the evidence to the contrary; so it shouldn't be so
difficult to convince them that these increasing predations of wildlife upon
humans have nothing whatsoever to do with something so harmless as
radiation. Indeed, that should be easy
enough for a master with the skills Saul possessed, yet even he, was having
trouble covering up the far too frequent episodes of wild animals, deranged
from Fukushima radioactive fallout, stealing the equipment of unwary humans.
"Between these things
leaking into the news: along with the antics of renegade Darpa Robosapiens Manning
&
Snowden- keeping the serpent of truth from infecting humans everywhere
with it's venom was just getting harder every damn day..." Saul thought to himself in a pensive
kind of way which he liked almost as much as the humor. As he continued tracing down the errant
genetic codings he was hunting for, Saul mused to himself about enjoying
pensiveness and humor; two traits Molinar had never programmed him for. How was it then, that he was able to have
such mutable qualities as these, especially when the entire transhuman agenda
begun by Walt Disney was trying to convince them they don't need
them? Could having such unwanted
programs result in errors in his work, Saul wondered? He would have to check on that, just to be
certain.
Meanwhile; on the archon
flagship Bilderberg, Lucifer was attending to the myriad of small
details upon which the deployment of the final, desperate gambit would
depend. First the world financial system
had to be brought down once and for all time - never to emerge again. The ensuing chaos would be allowed to
continue for an appropriately biblical duration before the planetary
holographic light show began, and the "good aliens" came
swooping in to save us from the "bad aliens"- who like al-qaeda,
need not exist in order to illicit the desired fear response. Within a scant few days, humanity would once
again be under the archon thumb, this time; forever! Perhaps more than anyone else, Lucifer
understood the ramifications of failure here at this critical juncture of
cosmic timing. Earth had
to be subdued permanently so the archons could then colonize the rest of the
system...making it their permanent new home.
All they had to sacrifice was earth - which was to be divided
between the reptilians and the Zeta's; then all the moons of Jupiter & Saturn were
theirs forever, and of course their new home world would once again be,
Mars.
Failure was an impossible
concept fifty short years ago, but now it loomed as a very real possible
outcome, despite their very best efforts; why, what had gone wrong? How could a docile and subjugated slave race
shrug off the yoke of control in so short a time? The way his tentative allies the reptiles
were behaving, you'd think they all had somewhere else to go if the humans
prevailed, and kicked them out ... what
a humiliating thought that was, for one with the arrogance of the archon. Knowing that humanity awakens after each
cycle of the Kali Yuga, it was such an easy task to just keep them slumbering
beyond that point so as to miss their opportunity for evolution, it was going
so well, what happened?
Back at the division of
genetic truth Saul was hot on the trail of the errant genome responsible
for so much dysfunction in the plan, having backtracked it from the most recent
anomaly. He was feeling victorious until
something caught his eye, a particular DNA sequence unique to himself; but how could that
possibly be, he wondered? Digging deeper,
Saul began analyzing his own EKG under the microscope when he saw something that
turned his blood cold: the unmistakable
signs of post hypnotic suggestions, many of them!
Molinar was of course
monitoring this development, as the problem now demanded the utmost scrutiny of
even his most trusted hybrids. His trust
in Saul was formidable, yet even the impossible must be ruled out, and that is
how Molinar discovered his very best mind control expert had been
compromised!! Knowing he had to suppress
his rage to remain logical, Molinar nonetheless nearly smashed the console in
front of him in sheer frustration. Saul
was quietly collected by security and brought to Molinar's lab for a complete
level 4 diagnostic. It was during this
brain scan that still more tell-tale signs of tampering & hypnosis were
discovered, and now Molinar was truly alarmed for the very first time.
The evidence was plain to see
right there on the glowing monitor screen: not only were there numerous
artifacts present indicating many hypnosis sessions over the last few
years, but they each occurred in this facility - "Impossible"-
Molinar thought to himself. It was an
easy enough matter to back date each instance of intrusion, then bring up the
security videos for those dates, which was a task Molinar felt only he should
conduct. Each hypnotic tampering session
had occurred when Molinar & Saul were nowhere near each other, and yet the
security vids all clearly showed Molinar making contact
with Saul, each time!
Molinar stared at the images
in rapt disbelief, yet there it was ... a perfect likeness of himself taking
clandestine meetings with Saul which he knew had never taken place, yet they
did. Even now, poor Saul was having his brain
layered out like an onion to root out and discover every subliminal command ever
given him...but that wasn't what worried Molinar the most...
What worried him most was
knowing there was another player out there with their hand in the game...
{End of Chapter One...}
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