by V. Susan Ferguson
This story is
a science fiction
written in 1997
the Kali Yuga the
Darkside rules and the Light is veiled, hidden,
Blinded by greed, the
actions of the ignorant, the deluded, and the
foolish bring about the inevitable dissolution of
the world - so that the next four cycles of time may
The existence of a
polarity universe requires light and darkness, good
and evil, truth and falsehood.
The Darkside is playing
You might say it is
their job, their
Some do it very well -
and here is the story of one…
Hovering over the city, the Prince of Darkness sat in his
He glanced at his Italian shoes and
noticing a scuffmark, summoned one of his servant girls. A beautiful
Oriental child approached him on her knees and, her eyes cast down,
began to polish the rich dark leather on his $1000 shoes.
He looked out the helicopter window,
thinking how he enjoyed these yearly meetings with the elite
technocrat managers he had created.
These men were the top executives in
their fields. For him, the term executive had a particularly
delicious connotation, meaning he allowed them to execute his will.
These men all had the same characteristics in common:
They each were consumed by personal
ambition and their intelligence was infected with an imbalance
that could be skewed to his demands.
Each of these disposable corporate
giants was trained to focus on implementing efficient managerial
solutions that did not reflect simple human needs.
Individualism, imagination, and creativity were sacrificed at
the altar of profit, statistics, and the oh-so-holy bottom line.
Each of these harbored deep
insecurities that allowed them to ignore any pesky nagging
conscience. Their fears of insignificance left them
dysfunctional and easily manipulated.
Genetic alteration had left the
human species vulnerable to mind control and the Prince of
Darkness was most certainly a master of mind control.
The helicopter landed on the top of a
skyscraper and he was escorted to a private elevator that took him
to a meeting room where his technocrats awaited him.
The room was mahogany and glass with
views of the vast polluted city spreading out beneath them.
The people on planet Earth had not experienced true
liberty in a long time.
The last remnants of their beloved
democracy were slipping away from them, just as planned.
A servant offered him the central chair and the attending executive
technocrats sat down in their respective places. In their everyday
lives these men controlled vast empires of industry, communications,
finance, and world trade.
But in his presence, they became the
clay every tyrant is made of. They became vulnerable dysfunctional
children, and their weaknesses amused him.
Each powerful executive wore the almost identical dark suit, the
tailoring of which gave the appearance of extreme wealth, but the
uniform-like similarity of all the suits robbed a man of his
There was no freedom of expression; even
their ties were similar. Each face had the same look of aggression,
power, and emptiness.
The men were not loved; in fact, they
had come to prefer fear to love and prostitutes to their wives.
The "Mix" -
mixing truth with lies
The Prince of Darkness first addressed the head of propaganda, as
this was truly his favorite endeavor.
The infamous "Mix", the process of
mixing truth with lies, or even more challenging, simply passing
total boldface lies off as truth was endlessly titillating to him.
The gullible humans generally were easy to fool especially after the
invention of television and mass communications.
Television had the added convenience of being
hypnotic by the very nature of its technology requiring
only the addition of endless repetition to make even the most
intelligent and curious human being passive, numb, and unconscious.
In a state of perpetual trance, the
willing audiences had even taken to calling themselves couch
potatoes, a term he enjoyed.
"Stewart," he addressed his
propaganda minister, "how are things going in the domain of
"Oh, Sir!" Stewart Bernays replied, "We are moving forward in a
most efficient manner. There are now thousands of lawyers and
lobbyists living in the
Washington D.C. area
manipulating elected officials to pass laws in favor of
the One World Order.
These men and women consider
themselves to be
the elite of the world and
their narcissism of superiority leaves them pliable to our
will. They enjoy the arts influence peddling, making sure the
will of the common people has been silenced.
"The bewildered herd of individual voters is convinced that
participation in their democratic elections is virtually
useless. Thanks to our massive and pervasive lobbying
techniques, they are correct in considering themselves rendered
We have succeeded in accessing
taxpayer dollars to fund our lobbying along with the corporate
profits that also come from consumers and lucrative corporate
Corporations pay a fraction of all
the taxes in the country!"
They do not
think for themselves
"Excellent! And are the public
relations firms succeeding?" The Prince of Darkness asked.
"Splendidly, Sir! We are moving into a 96% influence range. The
population at large imagines that the programming they watch on
their televisions is independent reporting, when in fact most of
what they see is totally produced by our public relations firms
to teach them how to think.
Of course they cannot think for
There have been a few pathetic
attempts by the maverick fringe to educate the viewer that they
are being manipulated; but as usual, the masses are so passively
hypnotized that they ignore any warnings."
"Excellent," said the evil prince.
"And you, Atherton Spleek, how goes
it with you?"
of the conglomerates
"Sir, everything is going quite
Atherton was terrified of his master.
His voice began to tremble and he
"There are now very few major
controlling almost all the major
information services on the planet.
The small independent newspapers and
book publishers are being squeezed out of existence and their
voices go unheard. Journalistic integrity has been reduced to
Sensible common sense queries into
the nature of life and political dialogues have been replaced by
talk-show propagandists, who broadcast sensationalistic scandals
and trials, that dull the mind and the basic need to engage in
questioning and doubt.
"Practically no one reads anymore and if they do, they do not
read literature or history. With no knowledge of the past,
they have no memory with which to compare their current state.
The dream of individual freedoms and of all men being created
equal will soon die.
Many young people do not know any
past history or even the names
of their elected officials."
The Prince of Darkness was pleased and
turned to the minister of chemical engineering and food production,
"So A.D., how goes it with your
"Our plans are moving forward in a timely and effective manner,
Sir," A.D. Lowland replied.
food now contains massive amounts of
chemicals, hormones, and antibiotics. We believe that
we are succeeding in aggravating short-term memory loss,
which will make the humans ever more accepting of control. Some
of the chemicals are affecting the endocrine system and will
help curtail the burgeoning population within this generation.
Their water is slowly poisoning them
and their homes are made with building materials that
continually weaken their immune systems.
"Around the world all countries are rushing to duplicate the
toxic follies of the West. Even if the protests in Europe and
America were listened to, they could not stop China, Indonesia,
"Further more we have been successful in altering the molecules
of banned chemicals so that we may continue selling a similar
pesticides and fertilizers which had been
banned as toxic. This is very cost effective.
We also shipped banned chemicals to
other countries; they apply them to the fruits and vegetables
they grow, and ship them back into the USA.
Our armies of lawyers,
propagandists, paid-for-scientists, and public relations
geniuses are masterfully convincing the public that the
environmentalists are totally wrong and that
global warming is unscientific
planet Earth after 'the winds'?
"No one will realize until it is too
late that the Earth is in an uncontrollable spiral toward
No one will realize until 'the
winds' begin their destruction in earnest, that they have
exchanged their lives in a delicate ecosystem for consumer goods
and shopping malls.
No one will know that they have
the Inter-Galactic Council all
the evidence it needs to prove once and for all that the human
race is incapable of the guardianship of the small green planet
The Prince of Darkness took a deep
breath of satisfaction and turned to his financial and economic
engineer, Milton Galbraith.
"And how are the mergers
proceeding?" he asked.
thinkers becoming extinct
Milton had a large pile of papers in front of him covered with
systems analyses statistics which, however viewed, could be shown to
prove that his economic engineering technologies and managerial
skills were consummately productive.
He fervently desired to go over all the
relevant statistics with his master - but noting the already bored
glare coming toward him, Milton Galbraith wisely chose a shorter
massive network of corporate tentacles
encircles the globe. Individual thinkers are becoming
Local governments cannot compete
with corporate agendas and can barely control their own lands or
destiny. In the One World Order they will not exist.
The world is ours!
"There is an ever
increasing gap between the rich and the
poor. The middle class, with its habits of democracy,
is being destroyed. Tension between the classes is increasing
The rich are so consumed with their
right to enjoy the profits of their greed, they refuse to
believe that more and more people, even children, are becoming
homeless, destitute, and hungry.
banks are being merged worldwide.
International loans, financial trading frenzies, and the
inter-dependencies of corporate hierarchies have inextricably
woven the planet together.
The stage is set for
a world economic crash that
will allow us to create the One World Order we desire, to
eliminate all currencies and initiate the world debit card.
Nations will be replaced by feudalistic corporate states.
No individual private enterprise
will be allowed to exist. Everyone will be enslaved to corporate
employment and will be paid digitally.
Ever increasing taxes will be
automatically taken from their salaries."
Drugs for Slaves of the Corporatist States
"Those who have trouble adjusting to
One World Order of the Corporatist States
will be given mind-shaping drugs, or be subjected to the other
mind control we have
successfully developed that render such losers permanently
They will accept what we - the
social engineers, managers, and statisticians - have proven in
our flow charts to be what is best for them.
The world is ours!"
Milton Galbraith's hands began to
tremble as the thought of so much power coursed through his flabby
Sweat formed on his cruelly thin upper
lip and a strange smile worked its way over his face enhancing his
beady eyes. Shuffling the papers in front of him in a meaningless
way, he began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Shut up, you imbecilic fool!" the
Prince of Darkness coldly commanded. "Now all of you, place your
hands upon the table."
On the table in front of each executive
technocrat was placed a strange metallic plate that all of the men
were painfully familiar with. Each squirmed in his chair
apprehensive of the inevitable excruciating agonizing jolt they
would willingly submit to.
It was true however that some of these
men had grown to enjoy such pain.
"Place your fingers on the plates!"
their master shrieked.
They did so and a burning, piercing,
unbearable amount of electrical voltage passed through their bodies
shocking them into obedience and forgetfulness.
Thus they were 'programmed in fear and
pain,' and 'rewarded in power and wealth,' the age-old
recipe for tyranny.
The Prince of Darkness left them in
their shock - dazed and docile...