I guess this one is a kind of warning that if we don't change soon it's going to be too late...
Are we having another nervous breakdown? Are the beasties invading your brain? Do you feel challenged? Listen now to the watch-works of the soul searcher and recorder who will explain it all to you:
The monsters are here and the horror of it all is that we know it and let them. And now they’ve taken so much control it may not be possible to get it back from them.
In the applications of life where truth must grow please remain calm while breathing and do not evacuate your seats until told to do so by the authorities who know what’s going on.
If you have an questions please try to realise the futility of them and we will get back to you at the soonest possible moment to relieve you of any doubt that may be upsetting you; and remember, do not neglect your responsibility to obey and be good citizens.
Never forget you signed over all your rights to us who govern you. Thank you for your cooperation. We need you very much and we will respond to you as soon as we are able. Please don’t break curfew; but for those who do go out then the suicide vans are roaming the streets for you.....
A dangerous idea began to make the rounds which was that the government were just kids trying to play big with their serious faces and their little minds that had no real knowing of what greatness is; they lose when they grasp for what they can never have and are to be pitied for losing their way, and not to hate them for one day the penny will drop and they will become human again.
So many questions later without power the nervous wreck arose quivering, and running on empty he proceeded to proceed where the least resistance was.
This caused an inauguration that danced upon the grave of the singing captain who’d had his ship sunk by many torpedoes and so was not answerable anymore to the dictates of fortune.
Some spiritual life that no one could interpret was reading the stock exchange news to find out how the penny futures were doing but had picked up a week old newspaper that someone had dumped from their briefcase.
It said they were down which meant a lot of money had been lost, so the only thing to do was to ride it out and hope for the best. But really they were up and rising which made it a good time to sell.
A salad sandwich came, whisked in by the busy waitress who placed it on the table in front of him and went off to serve someone else.
The man threw the paper back into the pile in disgust and munched on his sandwich and dreamed of a better life.
On the other side of where the penny was dropping there was much ado about what if, but the die had been cast and it was all over bar the shouting: “Best of three,” and “let me see that penny,” ringing out in the alleyway.
Walking past the mouth of the alley and stopping for a moment the messenger of the rebels saw all this but it was another penny game and of no interest to him so he walked on into the hot night to get to the meeting where the others were waiting for him down the rail yards and hidden.
“Here’s a penny for your silence and tuppence for your trouble and a crown for your murder; die fast now, there’s no time to listen to your pleading,” said the killer as he killed the messenger and took his message.
Later, the man woke from his restless dreams to find his life leaving him and the cold light of a new day pressing through his eyelids.
He shivered in his still damp clothes and tried to rise but found little strength.
“Ah, what’s the use,” he said and lay back against the tunnel wall. Below him the swirling river carried his words away.
Over in the arcade the angel of death was waiting for the penny to drop and would not wait for long.
Shimmy-Shimmy and the love-dream gambler were in love and anyone who looked could see it shining from their eyes as they stared deep into each other. They too were waiting for the penny to drop and as it was their last one all was riding on it, and perhaps more than they knew.
A rotten idea came along pretending to be a friend in the bubble and squeak until someone threw a shoe at it and it ran away screaming blue murder as all rotten ideas are want to do when you throw a shoe at them; but our shoes are more important than that and we need them to tread on the scorpions and kick the snakes away.
I have been raised from the dust to say this that where the tomatoes won’t grow the politicians will, so piper them the gravy to lead them back into the holes where they belong.
Countless whispers arrived on the wind to sing songs around the camp fire of the rebels dining on love stakes and sardines.
They’d counted their pennies and had sent the five fingered hand, who was their newest member off for fish and chips.
And that was the last they ever saw of him and their pennies for he’d scarpered and wasn’t coming back.
The expected prophesy was late and holding up the revolution. It had been sold for a small coin and thrown into the Vatican’s vaults along with all the other miles of other ones and so would never arrive.
A small voice knew this but was not going to speak up, what with being so small ‘n’ all in amongst all the huge revolutionaries and guilty to boot and so kept quiet, but everyone could see his thoughts moving and one by one they all turned to face the small voice who was suddenly frightened so that everyone knew he was the traitor.
Screaming women flew at him to make their blunt appointments upon his face, but were pulled off before they could string him up by the men who wanted an explanation first. They all stood back to hear what he had to say.
“I will now go for plastic surgery,” he said and limped off, bleeding blood as he went.
“Let him go,” said the leader.
Someone threw a penny after him and called out: “Judas.”
And then the police came in full riot gear with their crowd control machines and killed them all and then carted the bodies off to be cremated.
One officer found a penny on the ground and picked it up and knew the angels were watching over him and keeping him safe.
All over the world this was happening until there were none left to oppose the government; and then they had complete control. And as for the pennies, it was going to be the signal to begin the revolution but it ended up working against them.
And now that the revolutionaries, activists, freedom fighters and etc were gone there was nothing standing in the way of those in power.
New laws were passed so that everyone over the age of seventy, the sick, lame, disabled, gay and mentally ill were to be euthanized immediately for the good of all so there would be enough food to go around for those left.
All criminals were rounded up and sealed inside metal boxes to discourage others. All ethnic races were sterilised and put into work camps and only those who worked would be fed. And huge gas ovens were built to burn alive any misfits left over.
One of the sub-clauses in the new law stated that anyone who was deemed suitable would be rounded up and used in the experimental centres.
Sodium fluoride and other potent substances were pumped into the water supply, toothpaste and food to increase obedience levels by dumbing down resistance.
New mind control and propaganda machines were to be compulsorily bought by everyone and would come in the form of TVs, radios and other forms of mass suggestion.
Surveillance cameras were set up in every home to make sure no one was a terrorist.
Meditation was made illegal.
Only state made food could be consumed; and a whole host of other similar laws were passed.
Idilium was discovered that would retrograde human DNA and was used on the millions of facebook users who had anything to say against the system. These ones turned into whatever they were millions of years ago and disappeared back into the ocean.
After ten years of these measures the population was brought down from many billions to less than one billion with one out of every ten being a heavily armed law enforcement agent.
All of this was self-regulated and overseen by one president of the world.
The ghosts of all those who had seen it coming and had fought against it wailed in their grief but they were powerless.
The Earth now belonged to the elite psychopaths who had complete power over all and were living far beyond their normal life spans with the aid of new drugs recently made to prolong life indefinitely.
“We need more bullets for our guns,” said the super cops bristling with guns and bullets.
“And more dead bodies for the ovens,” said the politicians.
“You will have many aids for your glory and your place is guaranteed in Heaven,” said the priest to the smiling traitors.
“Five point five on the Richter scale.”
“And a six on the other one.”
“That makes eleven point five, minus the Doppler shift and we’re in business,” said the maniacs in power.
A hundred years later, boredom and inbreeding had driven the elite into a numb apathy and proclaiming themselves to be gods to be worshipped, so all the other religions that were left after the great cleansing were outlawed and banned.
Sacrifices were ordered and the ignorant population picked many to die in the name of their god, and for the most part, those chosen went willingly singing praises to the end.
And then one day seemingly from out of nowhere a subversive with long hair rose up and called himself the second coming, and he had many followers and performed many miracles until the police came and took him away.
He was judged an unbeliever, a heretic and an anti-god and as he styled himself on the first coming was given the same sentence.
So he was nailed to a cross and after three days was taken down and boiled in acid until nothing was left. And in case you’re thinking that this was not the way it happened first then let me tell you that all the history you know is not real.
Anyway, all his followers were rounded up and burnt alive in the gas ovens and all word of his coming was expunged from memory.
The elite ruled for a thousand years until the great plague came and killed everyone, all except the elite of course who escaped it into their bunkers deep underground.
All the absolute bombs were obsolete by then and were used merely as a threat, as they always had been but it was decided to press the button and blow up the surface of the planet and fill it full of radiation, but not one went off, duds all, rusted and useless.
The elite would never leave their bunkers for the plague ruled the Earth and was waiting for them to emerge.
Karma had finally arrived to imprison them and drive them mad as they turned on each other for the dwindling food supplies, their piles of money useless. And as the last one died whimpering and starving the Earth turned back into the paradise it once was and began again to nourish the dominant species.
All that was left surviving on the surface apart from plant life were the bugs, frogs and snakes.
And then the aliens came and colonised the Earth and were doing pretty good, but as there were no more humans left to record, my programming kicked in and the countdown began to destroy the whole planet.
But: saved in the nick of time by the moon colonists who came back to Earth and after booting off the aliens from Earth began again to fill the land with themselves and to re-seed the Earth with cloned animals and such.
There were eleven million Moonies and most of them wanted to leave the overcrowded satellite and come back to Earth to live; and so in no time at all, or so it seemed in my billion year history, the Earth was back to normal; but it may have been a hundred or so years in all, but because of all the celebrations hardly anyone noticed.
The population exploded and exploded again so that sooner than later there were lots of workers to man the machines and the elite grew rich beyond counting; they also had the wealth of the past elite who’d died in their bunkers whimpering.
The police expanded as did the revolutionaries and then the killing started and it was business as usual.
And then the third coming happened and again he was sentenced to be nailed to the cross. After three days he ascended and told his father: “I’m not going back down there again.”
His father then came and complained to me and told me to turn on the countdown.
And now the only time that is left is until the 28th, so you all better stop fighting or bye-bye planet and you’ll all be ghosts.
Image from Pixabay
Awesome story bud!
Thank you
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Thank you very much for this...
Very creative story, you put a lot of thought into that!
Thanks; yes I did, and took a while to write; just wanted to say something...
Wow. Like story within story. Halfway reading, I felt like I was reading part of the Bible. I can never write like this.!!! This can be a great movie, you know. :)
I wish...
Wow! That was quite a trip!
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You sure are everywhere these days. Thanks for the comment...
Give thanks to your brain for such STORY bro €$£
Yes I will, thanks..