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Monday, September 12, 2011

'The Outlook Project' A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes

The Outlook Project
A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes

         
          For the past ten minutes, Deena has been gazing up at the enormous injected liquid plasma screen that's mounted on the wall above the many Outlook Project control stations.
          "Deena, have you become hypnotized by the multi-colored static?" asked Mason.
          "No." Deena shook her head. "I'm trying to imagine what we we'll be seeing on this screen."
          "Perhaps what we'll be seeing is nothing but static, which will make me happy."
          "Am I sensing a little bit of skepticism?"
        Mason chuckled. "I have a lot more skepticism within me about this project than just a little bit. Do you actually believe Dr. Casper Dargo's Outlook Project is going to show us a magnified view of what's beyond our universe?"
          "Yes, I do believe. The doctor and his team of scientists have been working on this project for nearly forty years, and I cannot imagine after so much time and work the project would fail. What you need to do is consider yourself fortunate to witness this fascinating event."
          "Right now, I'm hoping this fascinating event is nothing but hogwash, and if it isn't hogwash, I hope it miserably fails."
          "You seem bitter about the project," voiced Deena. "I don't understand your attitude."
          "Deena, I'm not an open minded journalist like you. I'm a logical thinking government official who recently learned this ridiculous project has cost the tax payers ninety billion dollars over the past forty years. This absurd project wouldn't exist if forty-three years ago the masses hadn't made a dreadful mistake of electing a one-term idiot as their president. Everyone wanted to play his or her racial card, which ended up being the joker. If I had been in office when this project was placed on the White House table, I would never have approved it. In fact, I almost certainly would've broken out in hysterical laughter when Dr. Casper Dargo said he wants ninety billion dollars to use his newly developed multi-phase laser beam to push a miniature unmanned spacecraft beyond the speed of light, across the universe and beyond. A spacecraft equipped with magnification video cameras, capable of transmitting images back to earth along the laser beam. From what I've learned, a large portion of the ninety billion dollars has been wasted on generating the electrical power required to sustain the multi-phase laser beam. Foolishly wasting all this electrical power on this dumbass project has been a sinful tragedy against humanity!"
          "Yes, but I believe the magnified video images are going to be so amazing that they'll be worth the money. I feel like one of the members of the Lewis and Clark expedition, or a sailor on the Santa Maria."
          Mason mockingly giggled. "I'm hoping I'll feel like one of the spectators during Fulton's Folly."
          "My goodness, have you always been such a pessimist?"
          "No, I'm not typically a pessimist, but this project is giving me a bad feeling in the core of my gut. So tell me, Deena, what are you expecting to see beyond our universe?"
          Deena's brow wrinkled in thought. "I don't really know, but while I was looking up at the colorful static on the screen, I imagined seeing my parent's faces being transmitted from heaven. Seven years ago they were killed in a car accident."
          "So do you believe heaven is beyond the universe?"
          "No, but anything is possible. Dr. Dargo believes his Outlook Project may discover heaven."
          Mason formed a silly grin on his face. "Dr. Dargo is obviously fruit cake with extra nuts. Okay, let's say this project actually works, and what we see is a golden metropolis in heaven with countless ghosts merrily floating back and forth from their homes to Walmart stores filled with a never-ending supply of free merchandise. Personally, I don't believe we have permission to use our technology to take a sneak peek at heaven or at anything else, which may exist beyond our universe. Like egotistical children, we're using our advanced technological toys to overstep our bounds, and this may be a dangerous road."
          "Oh, now I understand." Deena nodded her head. "You're looking at the religious aspects of this project. You're afraid we're going to anger God by stepping on his toes. The way I see it, if God didn't want us to know what's beyond our universe, then he wouldn't have given us the intelligence to develop the technology."
          "No, Deena! I believe there's an almighty God who created us, but I'm far from being a deep religious man. I've read the bible from cover to cover, and for me many of the biblical stories were like unbelievable fairytales. Everyone is well aware of my limited beliefs pertaining to religion. Being free people allows us to choose any faith we desire. I view this Lookout Project as a human blunder within the realm of all existence. The universe is vast, and we've only just begun to explore it, so why are we using this powerful laser beam to push a tiny unmanned vessel beyond our universe? What we're doing is jumping the gun! Over the past twenty years, our manned spacecrafts have explored nearly ever planet and moon within our solar system, so what we should be doing is using this multi-phase laser technology to explore our surrounding planetary systems, gradually working our way out into the universe as we gather information. We do not have enough knowledge to be foolishly piercing a hole through the boundary of the universe."
          Deena laughed for a long moment, and after she regained her composure, she said, "Mason, you won the Republican Primary hands down, and all the media's polls strongly indicate you will win the presidency. I'm having trouble believing you're afraid to know what's beyond the universe. I'm sure you wouldn't like to see a worldwide editorial blog saying our next president is a scaredy cat."
          Mason waved his hand. "Deena, go ahead and write whatever you wish. I'm not frightened of what may exist beyond the universe, although I am scared shitless of Dr. Dargo using his powerful laser to pass through the closes boundary of our universe. If today was a few months in the future, and I was elected president, I'd order Dr. Dargo to push the off button on his project. I'd put an end to this nightmare quicker than a heartbeat!"
          Deena pressed her back against the soft comfort of her stadium-like chair. A few silent minutes passed by while she pondered Mason's concerns of danger. "Mason, I'm sorry for laughing. I never gave it a thought that penetrating a laser beam through the boundary of the universe could be dangerous; however, the sailors aboard the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria were worried they were going to sail off the edge of the world. All exploration is filled with dangers. We're not traveling on horseback through the wilderness, nor are we sailing on the deep blue sea, but never the less, this is an adventure of discovery."
          "Yes, I agree with you," voiced Mason. "However, Lewis, Clark, and Columbus were not speeding an intense multi-phase laser beam across the universe."
          Deena looked around the stadium size room to see that every chair is now occupied with over three thousand distinguished guests from around the world. Before Mason bummed her out, she was feeling lucky to be one of only twelve journalists chosen to view the final scientific outcome of the Outlook Project. She was also happy to have been seated next to the former California Governor, Mason Marshall, but now she wishes she were seated elsewhere. She glanced up at the large countdown clock. Ten minutes to incoming zero.
          Dr. Dargo walked over to a stand mounted microphone located on center stage. He raised his hands overhead and loudly hooted to get everyone's attention.  
          Mason shook his head upon realizing Dr. Casper Dargo looks more like a comical Danny Devito than a brilliant scientist. The doctor is clothed in a maroon monk's robe, which obviously means he's playing into the supposedly religious aspects of his Outlook Project. 
          "Ladies and gentleman, I want to thank everyone for joining with me to view the final stage of my Outlook Project," announced the doctor. "Forty years of hard work is finally going to pay off. Upon this colossal screen, what our eyes are going to witness is a technical miracle. We are the chosen ones who will visually witness what exists beyond the boundary of our great universe. As many of you know, my dream is the Outlook Project will discover heaven, proving there is life after death, thus releasing everyone's fear of facing a death of nonexistence. Since I was child, I've believed heaven exists beyond the universe. God created the earth and the heavens; therefore, his home obviously surrounds our home." The doctor paused to point up at the countdown clock, and then he danced a little jig while clapping his hands. "This is the most exciting day of my life. Within five minutes, we shall view heaven, thus dissolving our fears of death. From this day forward, death will be joyfully welcomed like taking a vacation to Disney World or to the Bahamas. After today, I foresee the construction of many Dr. Kevorkian Clinics. These will be elegant portals leading to heaven, providing a painless assisted death for those whose old age becomes too difficult to bear."
          Everyone cheered and applauded except for Mason. He deeply sighed in sadness. Do these people actually believe this bullshit? he thoughtfully asked himself as he looked up at the flickering screen. Dr. Casper Dargo belongs in a loony bin, sharing a room with Daffy Duck and the ghost of Dr. Jack Kevorkian.
          "The end of my project is about to commence," shouted the doctor. "Everyone please keep your eyes on the screen." Dr. Dargo ran off the stage to sit down in front of his own private display.
           Mason continued to stare up at the screen. Even though he's totally against the project, curiosity has captured him like a giant Anaconda coiled around his body. Squeezing him to a point where his eyes are bulging and he can't blink them. Suddenly, the flickering static on the giant screen began to alter and take shape, forming a recognizable image. Mason couldn't believe what he's looking at.
          Everyone gasped at once while staring at screen.
          Mason wanted to laugh at the video image, but he couldn't because what he's looking at may be a real image of what's beyond the universe. Up upon the giant screen is an earth-like modern day kitchen. There's a long counter with a double stainless sink nested in the center. He can see stained oak wooden cabinets above and below the counter. There's a dishwasher, a microwave oven, and a standard oven with a ceramic top. Sitting on the counter are bottles of herbs, colorful drinking mugs, and what looks like an electric coffee maker. Over the sink is a window offering a sunny view of a typical front yard with trees, bushes, and multi-colored flowers. Beyond the front yard is a paved road. To Mason's surprise, unrecognizable vehicles occasionally speed by along the road.
          The view on the screen automatically switched to another magnified camera.
          "Oh my God," yelled Dr. Dargo, "this is amazing. We must be looking at God's kitchen."
          If this is really God's kitchen, thought Mason, then I'm God's twin brother. This is absurd. Now I'm looking through the kitchen at a wooden dining room table with a centerpiece of a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Off to the left is a dining room buffet lined with dishes resembling bone China, flower etched crystal glasses, and a large trans-green salad bowl. Beyond the table is a glass sliding door leading out to a dazzlingly decorative garden deck butting up to a swimming pool.
          The view switched to another camera, showing a long hallway leading to many rooms within this earth-like house.
          This has to be God's house, located in heaven," announced Dr. Dargo with excitement in his voice.
          Somebody from the audience screamed, "This is a joke!"
          More voices sarcastically erupted from the audience.
          "Yeah, Dargo, and you're crazier than a bedbug if you believe this is God house!"
          "Trying to pass these house images off as being a view from beyond the universe is insulting my intelligence!"
          "Dargo, you need to be committed into the nearest hospital for the mentally insane."
          I can't believe I've traveled half way around the world to be a participant of a foolish joke!"
          "People, this is a true view of what's beyond our universe," pleaded Dr. Dargo. "My only rationalization is this is the home of God. I have no other explanation why we're viewing the interior of a typical earthbound house." The doctor turned toward one of his assistants. "Judy, when will the view switch to the rear camera?"
          "Any moment, Dr. Dargo."
          Everyone silently stared at screen.
          The camera view switched to the rear of the small unmanned spacecraft, and nearly everyone loudly groaned and gasped with surprised shook. They can see the bright powerful laser beam exiting from the wooden molding around a window. The area surrounding the exiting beam is smoldering as if a flame is being held up against the molding.
          Mason realized what he's looking at. He jumped and shouted, "Dr. Dargo, you need to turn off the laser beam."
          "Why?" the doctor asked.
          "If the surface of the window molding ignites, it'll burn up our vast universe!"
          "We can turn off the power, but as the power drains, the far end of the laser will remain active for many years."
          "Can you draw the laser back into our universe?"
          "No!"
          Deena stood up. "Mason, what are we looking at? What's happening?"
          Without answering, Mason grabbed Deena's warm hand and firmly held onto it to give her comfort, and to attempt to comfort his own soul.
          The stadium is silent as everyone watched the smoldering gradually increase.
          Six minutes pace passed by at a snail's crawl. Mason's heart fluttered when a bright yellowish red flame formed just above the magnified view of the exiting laser beam.
          "Mason, the molding is on fire," voiced Deena. "What does this mean?"
          "Within the molecular construction of window molding is ultra microscopic universe, and the molding exists within the enormous universe we're looking at upon the screen. Perhaps this universe presented on the screen exists within another enormous universe."
          "What will this fire do to our universe?"
          Mason lightly pulled Deena's hand. "Follow me." He ran across the stadium toward an emergency exit. Before passing through the doorway, Mason glanced up at screen to see that the wooden window molding is now engulfed in flames. He stepped outside and looked up to see the sky entirely filled with giant yellowish red flames moving towards the earth.
          "The temperature is rapidly increasing!" snapped Deena.
          Mason wrapped his arms around Deena and hugged her. He whispered in her ear. "Deena, there's nothing we can do but remain calm. Together, let's pass either into nonexistence or heaven."  


The End!
           

Friday, September 9, 2011

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Sweet Kimber Rella
A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes


          While toting her only pillow and blanket, Kimber crawled out her attic bedroom window onto the roof. Under her bare feet, the roof's asphalt shingles are still warm from the day's sunny rays beating down on South Texas like a raining fire. She spread out her blanket and lied down on it, flat on her back, with her pillow under her head, allowing her pretty brown eyes to gaze up at the nighttime universe. The sky appears as black velvet, spotted with countless shimmering diamonds, and a bright full moon casting a soft light upon Kimber's perfectly shaped body.
          Nearly every night, after her stepfather and her three stepbrothers pass out with their bottles of whiskey, Kimber enjoys her secret alone time on the roof. A time when she can dream about an upcoming new life, when her handsome champion will arrive to take her far, far away from her wicked stepfather and his three sons, Rufus, Horace, and Cletus. Her daily job consists of waiting on them like a slave woman. Every day they constantly make sexual advances toward her, pawing and sniffing her as if she's a female hound dog in heat. There's no escape from this hell they've happily created for her. She can no longer attempt to run away, ever since they installed an electronic dog fence around the house. If she steps beyond the invisible boundary, loud sirens and flashing red lights warn them she's trying to escape. For perhaps the millionth time, Kimber yanked on the brass paddle lock that secures the electronic dog collar around her neck, always praying the lock might magically open, freeing her of a life so grim.
          Before she crawled out of the attic window, Kimber slipped on her mother's sexy nightgown over her naked body. The beautiful old gown is made of sheer lavender colored silk with white carnations embroidered within. Her mother gave her the nightgown a few weeks before she mysteriously passed away on the day Kimber graduated from high school. It's the nightgown her mother wore for Kimber's father on their wedding night, the day before the Air Force shipped him overseas to forever disappear, presumed dead when the F-Sixteen jetfighter he was piloting crashed into the Persian sea.
          Even though her mother's gown has some worn holes and rips in it, Kimber enjoys wearing it under the stars upon the roof. The nightgown adds to her never-ending dreams of freedom and boundless love, hoping her sexy body will draw her handsome knight to her like a bear to sweet honey.
          While lying down on the roof, she likes to position her body in different sexy poses, as if she's posing for a Playboy photographer. She looked down at her body and she blushed, upon realizing one of her large caliber size nipples is protruding through a worn hole in her mother's nightgown. She blushed as if her handsome hero can actually see her body from the universe above, and then she giggled like a child while pulling her gown way up over her knees to give her imagined lover a sexy view of her gorgeous thighs. She stretched her arms out like wings and arched her back, allowing her beasts to protrude upward like majestic twin mountains.
          Suddenly, she noticed the running lights from an airplane flying directly overhead. At first, she thought the passengers might be looking down at her, but then she realized the plane has stopped moving.
          Maybe it's a helicopter, she thought while gazing up at its bright blue, green, and red running lights. It's now hovering above like a giant dragonfly. A few minutes drifted by, and then she noticed the helicopter is rapidly becoming larger.
          Oh my God, it looks like the chopper is going to land directly on top of me. Fear seized her body, firmly holding  her as if she's caught in a huge spider's web. Panic took hold of her for a moment, but then she figured death has to be a heavenly joy compared to her pitiful life of being a captive slave. A tortured prisoner who's not allowed any freedom.
          The unidentified object has stopped moving, hovering about a hundred feet above her. It appears to be larger than her stepfather's house. It's shaped like a giant ocean dwelling stingray with a silver colored belly, two curved wings, and a long tail.
          A bright blinding beam of bluish light unexpectedly discharged downward from the belly of the hovering space monster. After the light dissipated, Kimber required a few minutes for her eyes to refocus back to the soft moonlight. As if it instantly vanished like a ghost ship, the strangely shaped aircraft is nowhere in sight. She glanced around roof, and her heart jolted with shock to see someone sitting on the roof with her, not more than fifteen feet away. The unknown dark figure resembles the shape of a man, and right away, she can tell this mysterious man is not her evil stepfather or stepbrothers. Besides, the four of them are too fat to crawl out the window onto the roof. They're fat dirty pigs she cooks three enormous meals for everyday. Sometimes she imagines them eating too much, and they all explode at once, leaving behind a ton of horrifying gore in which she'd be happy to clean up.
          The strange man raised his right hand and slowly waved at her. "Hello, my name is Jarrod. Do you have a name?"
          She surprisingly blinked upon realizing the hand he's waving has seven long fingers. It took her a few minute to work the nerve to reply. "Yes…hello Jarrod, my name is Kimber…Kimber Rella."
          "Kimber, may I move closer to you?"
          "Yes," she nodded, and then she quickly straightened out the bunched up corners of her thick cotton blanket to give him room to sit down.
          The mysterious man stood up and slowly walked toward her along the angled rooftop.
          She can see he's tall, thin, with a broad chest.
          Jarrod sat down next to her and offered her a wide smile. No one has given her such a friendly warm smile since before her mother past away nearly five years ago.
          She can now see his alien face. Besides having extra large eyes and ears, Jarrod resembles a handsome human male. The moonlight is reflecting off his large eyes, making them appear to possess every color in the rainbow.
          "Kimber, while I was voyaging through your solar system, near your planet, my ship's scanners noticed you sitting upon this wooden dwelling, and they sensed your deep sadness."
          "Jarrod, there are billions of women on earth, so why would your ship's scanners notice me?"
          "I recently programmed my ship's scanners to seek out a female with extreme external qualities and a special uniqueness from within her essence of life. I was on my way to the Green-light Nebula to scan an inhabited planet for this special female I'm searching for; however, my ship plotted a shortcut through your galaxy, and to my revelation, I discovered your planet earth. Upon realizing your human species is closely related to my race, I ordered my ship to scan your planet and quickly transplant your worldwide technology, history, and languages into my brain."
          Kimber couldn't help from repeatedly glancing at Jarrod's amazing alien hands. They're to some extent similar to human hands, but they each have seven fingers, including one shaped like a human thumb, but much longer. Each finger also has an extra jointed knuckle, making them about three inches longer. She imagined how awesome it would be to walk along a beautiful sunny beach while holding Jarrod's alien hand. She also noticed his huge feet, figuring his boot size has to be beyond twenty. 
          "Kimber, if you don't mind me asking, I'd like you to explain to me why you're so sad?"
          For the next hour and a half, Kimber explained how dreadful her stepfather and stepbrothers have been treating her ever since her mother past away. Many times during her explanation, tears formed in her eyes while she recalled some of the many situations where she was cruelly punished for making minor mistakes, such as the time her stepfather noticed a thin layer of dust on top of the refrigerator. He forced her to stand at attention for an entire day while closely facing the side of the kitchen, and to worsen her punishment, he forced her to wear just her old raggedy bra and panties. Every time her stepbrothers walked by, they'd laugh at her and pinch her buttocks, creating painful black and blue welts. She also told Jarrod about  the incident when Cletus demanded she cook his steak bloody rare. After receiving his rare steak, he complained she deliberately overcooked it to spoil the taste of his supper. For two long weeks, her evil stepfather rationed her food, only allowing her to eat stale hard bread and wash it down with warm water scoped out the toilets.
          Her grueling story of her past life extremely saddened Jarrod. H e stretched out his arms toward Kimber, and she responded, pressing her large breasts against his muscular chest. He gently rubbed her back with his long alien fingers.
           Jarrod's warm massaging touch through her sheer nightgown rapidly excited her. Her breathing increased and her toes uncontrollably curled. His long fourteen fingers feel like sexual probes, searching for her numerous female hot spots. She looked up at Jarrod and their lips touched with a passionate kiss. She can feel his exceedingly long alien tongue enter her mouth and dance with her human tongue. She imagined what other alien parts of his male body are exceedingly long. Following their sexual motivating kiss, Jarrod gazed into Kimber's golden brown eyes while he gently pushed her long auburn hair away from her face. "If you would allow me, I'd like to rescue you from your tormented life."
          "I'd love to be rescued, but my stepfather will eventually find me! Many times, I've escaped, and once I made it as far away as Zapata County, but he still found me. He's a well known, powerful Texas sheriff, plus he has a great deal of money that was my mother's inheritance from my father's parents."
          "Your stepfather will never locate you while you're living on home planet, which is located in the Love Solar System, near the Golden Way Galaxy, where you shall be my wife, and the queen of my world."
          Kimber blinked. "I don't understand."
          "I am the  official Guidance King of my magnificent world, and my soul purpose for this long journey to the Green-light Nebula was to search for a special female to be my wife; however, I have already found her. For you are the lovely female my ship's scanners detected. Within your essence is unlimited love. The moment I saw you from above, I realized you are the most beautiful female in the universe, and I instantly fell in love with you. I can sense your sexual desires, and I know I can fulfill your needs for as long as we live. My world is based on the power of ultimate love. The trillions of loving citizens on my planet are free to work and pursue happiness by the guidance of our republic political system who works for every living being, including our lower life animals."
          "Yes, I too believe animals have rights," voiced Kimber along with a wide smile. "Jarrod, your said you ship transferred our world history into your brain, so you obviously know we have many problems."
          "Yes, but your world is young. If your human citizens do not exterminate themselves, then they will eventually learn the true meaning of love, and they will establish a worldwide freedom guided by a group of law givers who work for the individual rights of all who exist."
          "Your world sounds so beautiful."
          "Oh, it is. My planet is a little larger than your earth, with a greater landmass, but in many ways, it is similar. Do you need time to make your decision?" 
          "You're actually asking me to be your wife?"
          "Yes, and our queen" he replied, nodding his head while his extra large ears slowly waved like fins on a fish. "I do love you, and we are physically compatible to have offspring."
          She studied his handsome facial features for a long moment. "It's hard to believe, but I feel the love you have for me within my heart, and I also feel my love for you."
          "Our kiss was a chemical bounding of our internal fluids."
          "Our kiss was magnificent!"
          Again, Jarrod passionately kissed Kimber.
          It was as if Kimber lost all self-control. She reached down and swiftly removed her mother's gown, exposing her naked body to the male alien, and then she proceeded to help him remove his clothing. His handsome male body is beyond perfect, and upon noticing Jarrod is well endowed  with a multi-jointed alien tool, she smiled like a child entering through the gates of Disney World for the first time. For the next two hours, they made fervent love upon the roof. Each exploring each other's alien bodies, creating the most excitable sexual enjoyment they have ever encountered in their lives.
          While Jarrod is holding Kimber in his muscular arms, thus allowing their countless internal explosions to subside, he again asked her to be his wife and fly away with him.
          "Oh yes. Let's leave right now."
          Jarrod waved his hand and her electronic dog collar magically vanished.
          Within a blink of an eye, Jarrod's spacecraft returned, and the bluish beam of light instantly transported their naked bodies aboard. From upon a soft heart-shaped bed with red satin-like sheets, Kimber and Jarrod gazed out a large portal window to watch the earth rapidly disappear in the distance.
         
          The following morning, Kimber's evil stepfather and stepbrothers woke up without the usual smell of breakfast being cooked. They each screamed like frightened Banshees when they noticed their noses have been replaced with their genitals.


The End!
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Free To Read Short Sci-Fi Story By The Chuck!


            
Doomsday Of The Lambs
A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes



            "Frank, is there any other news besides the daily coverage of the great pretender?"
          "Nope!," Frank replied while watching his computer monitor jump from one satellite news broadcast station to another. "Every news station is treating the charlatan like the second coming of Jesus Christ!"
          Toshiko stared out the space station's portal at the earth. North America is moving into view and she can partially see the beautiful land mass of the United States. "Frank, are the many Birther Dissidents still asking to see a copy of his birth certificate?"
          "Yeah, but too many people now believe Ocrista is the true son of God. A savior to unite the earth with unlimited love, freedom, wealth, and health. Thanks to the controlling powers of the global mass media, most people do not believe the son of God requires a birth certificate, nor does he have to offer any proof where he came from. They don't care about his nonexistent past. The only thing they care about is his wonderful empty promises of giving everyone a better life."
          "I don't understand it! Why are all these people not questioning Ocrista?" asked Toshiko. "For all we know, he could be an evil alien from another planet who's planning to take control of the earth and enslave everyone."
          Frank worriedly shook his head. "People are too damn gullible! They're like sheep being lead to a free supply of benefits to make their lives easier, and that's why they believe all the evil hogwash being spawned by the worldwide mass media. The media can't even offer the true facts about a hurricane. To increase their ratings and fill their pockets with gold, they blow everything up larger than what it is. I like to refer to it as the Chicken Little news media syndrome."
          Toshiko deeply sighed. "We believe in God, so why is it we don't believe Ocrista is the second coming? A fully grown child of God!"
          "I don't know," voiced Frank. "Maybe it's because we spend most of our spare time watching old television programs."
          Toshiko chuckled. "Gilligan's Island, Happy Days, and The Beverly Hillbillies. There's been nothing else to do on this damn space station over the past two years, ever since the space programs lost their worldwide funding. The exploration of space is considered a waste of good technology that can be used to produce products for making life fun and easier. I look down upon the world, imagining all these billions of pathetic people praying to this false savior, and it makes my stomach curdle. From up here, I feel like a spectator, watching humanity slowly disintegrate. Where the hell is everyone's pride and individualism? Is it lost along with everything that once stood for greatness?"
          "Toshiko, do you believe what we're looking at maybe the end of humanity, all because everyone wants to ride the easy train of being controlled by the powers that be?" asked Frank with a puzzled expression.
          "It was my grandfather who told me, 'never trust anyone who promises too much for too little in return, for he or she speaks with a devils forked tongue."
          "Good advice, my dear. I just heard every satellite channel is planning to broadcast Ocrista's sermon on the Mount. He's planning to turn sewerage treated water into red wine, old moldy hay into fresh bread, and he's going to heal a dozen people who have terminal cancer. Although it's pretty damn strange why Ocrista enjoys giving his sermons on a giant stage located on top of an active volcano. You'd think everyone would realize something is wrong with this weird situation."
          Toshiko giggled. "Maybe he likes the rotten egg smell drifting out from within Mount St. Helens."
          "Possibly." Frank shrugged his broad shoulders. "Or maybe he likes the view."
          "What I don't understand is why Ocrista is only going to cure a handful of people, when he supposedly has the heavenly ability to put a worldwide end to cancer with one wave of his blessed hand." She paused to tuck some of her long floating hair back under her hairnet. "Maybe we're better off being up here, slowly floating around the earth while watching old television programs, and making love every few hours. Do you think the mass media uses special effects to create Ocrista's biblical magic shows?"
          Frank laughed. "You need to take off your hairnet and let all your long hair enchantingly float above your head. I think it makes you look wickedly sexy."
          "No!" She shook her head. "It makes me look like I have a weird Phyllis Diller hairdo, and she somehow created her bizarre hair styles within earth's gravity. Now please answer my question."
          "Dear, what the hell do you want me to say? I have no idea how Ocrista performs his modern day Christ-like miracles, but I do know the greatest trick a snappy talking car salesman can do, is to convince the buyer they're not purchasing a car that was once totaled beyond repair."
          "There's a lot more to Ocrista than what meets the eye. I think he's gathering the lambs for a massive slaughter."
          "He's like a politician from the entrails of hell, who's only objective is to fill his pockets with everyone's hard earned money."
          "Similar, but I think Ocrista is a billion times worse than a Chicago mobster politician with a brain belonging to a sociopathic flea. He's masquerading as the son of God, creating biblical illusions via the mass media. I know in my heart he has an evil plan, and it encompasses every man, woman, and child on our planet earth. I wish there's something we can do to warn everyone!"
          "I think what we need to do is make passionate love, and after we're done performing our floating sex tango, we can think about what to do to save humanity."
          "I'm not kidding around!" snapped Toshiko.
          "Honey, there's nothing we can do about this dreadful situation. The Birther Dissidents are having difficulty trying to convince the people that Ocrista was not born on our earth, under a bright north star of Christmas faith, so what in the space station are we going to do to save them?"
          "So you're saying is the only thing we can do is watch like helpless children peering out their bedroom windows during a terrible  blizzard?"
          "No," replied Frank, "we can make love while Ocrista expands his sticky web of deceit. Every time I see him standing on his podium, flowing lies out of his mouth like water from a tainted river of blood, I see him as a giant spider with evil red eyes and two long devilish horns protruding from the top of his head! Now let's please stop thinking about what we can't change and let's make love."
          "Sometimes I think you have a one track mind! That's why we're always naked like wild animals."
          "My love, it is good being naked. We never have to do laundry in that stupid washing machine the Russian engineers designed." Frank laughed. "Besides, we're the only two people on this abandoned, God forsaken International Space Station, and making passionate love to you five or six times a day is the only enjoyment I have left in my life."
          "Are you saying you enjoy making love to me because I'm the only female aboard this space station."
          "Hell no! You know I love you with all my heart."
          "I'm sorry." Toshiko paused to pucker her bottom lip in thought. "Frank, I know you love me, and I too love you. I'm just so damn frustrated, watching this evil imposter pass himself off as a savior of humanity. Thanks to the bullshit from the worldwide media, Ocrista's followers are growing by the millions every minute. Most all the people of the world are like lambs, and they  actually believe he's going to organize the entire world population as one global society based on the power of love. He's offering jobs for everyone, along with only a three percent payroll tax, and he's offering free mandatory global health insurance for everybody! If Ocrista was the true son of God, why would he promise the human race these mundane items, which are not considered heavenly gifts. This is like God offering all the dogs of the world free forty-two inch plasma color televisions, but the dogs can only see black and white."
          Frank raised his hand while he listened to the med-stream news. "Dear, they just announced that Ocrista plans to fulfill all his promises during today's sermon on the Mount."
          "Are you planning to watch Ocrista's sermon?"
          "God no!" Frank waved his hands along with a quick shake of his head. "Maybe the worldwide mass media has figured out a way to hypnotize all their viewers."
          "When is Ocrista's sermon supposed to commence?"
          "Within an hour. Why? Are you going to listen to it?"
          "No way in heaven. I'm going to watch his sermon from this portal."
          "But you can't see or hear him from the window."
          "My point exactly."
          "What are you planning to do for the next hour?"
          Toshiko offered Frank a loving smile as she removed her magnetic boots, allowing her gorgeous naked body to hover, and then she removed her hairnet. Her long silky black hair slowly raised above her head like a shimmering crown of loving faith.
          Frank released the Velcro connected straps holding his naked body to his computer terminal chair. His muscular body drifted over to meet Toshiko's body. They kissed and sexually linked in a floating embrace, rolling, and rhythmically pulsing like one giant beating heart made of human bones, muscle, and flesh. The absence of earthly gravity significantly added to Frank's strength and endurance, offering Toshiko over an hour of multiple blissful quakes within the center of her womanly essence.
          After releasing his explosion of manhood, Frank whispered, "Toshiko, you are the only woman who makes my heart beat with endless love."
          She giggled. "That's because I'm the only woman aboard this damn space station."
          "No." Frank shook his head. "If I could have any woman on the earth, I'd still pick you."
          "Oh, that's so sweet, but it's not going to stop you from fulfilling your obligated duty."
          "What duty?"
          "It's your turn to vacuum up the floating wet spot."
          Following Toshiko's visit to the space station's mechanical bathroom, she returned to the portal to stare at earth's beauty. In silence, she continued looking down upon the world she loves and misses very much. Suddenly, she noticed a fiery explosion erupt from Mount Saint Helens. "Frank," she shouted, "You need to come see this!"
          "Hold on to your britches."
          "Dear, we don't wear any britches. I think Mount Saint Helens has erupted."
          "Good, maybe the eruption killed Ocrista."
          "My love, I truly doubt if pure evil can be killed so easily," voiced Toshiko.
          "Yeah, you're right. The best way to get rid of Ocrista is to deport his ass back to the hell where he came from," Frank sputtered as he floated over next to Toshiko and looked down upon the earth, noticing the mighty orange and red flames are starting  to spread over the State of Washington.
          "What the hell are we looking at down there?" cried Toshiko. "The fire is rapidly intensifying as if the earth has been soaked in gasoline."           
          "Dear, there really is no down or up in space."
          "I know, but it appears to me like I'm looking down upon the earth."
          With bulging eyes of horror, they watched the flames swiftly engulf the entire surface of the earth. Scorching the surface black and lifeless, and the oceans are beginning to rapidly boil. Within their bleeding hearts, they realized the devil has finally won the long battle of good versus evil. Upon what was once the United States of America, there are only three huge squiggly rivers of molten lava, forming the number six hundred and sixty-six.
          "Frank, what will become of us?" asked Toshiko with tears flowing from her golden brown eyes.
          Frank wrapped his trembling arm around Toshiko "I don't know."
          "Look, we're moving."
          "Yes, we are! We're moving away from the earth."
          "Maybe the evil force of planetary destruction is pushing us away like a drifting sailboat."
          "That, my love, is  impossible. There is no wind in space."
          The speed of the International Space Station rapidly increased. Frank tightly hugged Toshiko, and within ten seconds, they fell into unconsciousness.

          Frank and Toshiko woke up, lying on the floor of the space station. The first thing they noticed is the weight of gravity pushing upon their naked bodies. Frank stood up on wobbly legs. After a long moment of steadying himself, he helped Toshiko to stand. They noticed flicking bright sunlight passing in through the space station's portals, each round portal is partially covered with green vegetation. Frank helped Toshiko to walk through the innards of the large station. They reached a big oblong hatchway and Frank pressed the controls to unlock it. After swinging the hatch open, they stepped out upon a new world, into a beautiful garden filled with colorful flowers and trees abundant with various types of fruit, similar to the vegetation found on earth. Overhead there are twin suns, offering this earth-like world the gift of life. They can see and hear beautiful birds singing and flying to and fro from the treetops. Beyond the garden is a wondrous waterfall flowing over a tall cliff.  
          "Frank, where are we?"
          Frank shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have a clue. The space station was not designed to fly us through the universe like Star Trek's Starship Enterprise."
          Toshiko giggled as she nakedly danced around upon the soft green grass amongst the colorful flowers. "Captain's log, star-date zero, I think we were delivered to this wonderful planet by a super being."
          "Toshiko, are you referring to this super being as being our God?"
          "Who else could've carried us here within the space station? Obviously, Ocrista was the devil, passing himself as a savior of humanity; however, his real objective was the obliteration of the human race. We just witnessed the doomsday of the lambs. If everyone had listened to the Birther Dissidents' warnings, instead of  looking for free handouts to make their lives easier, then they could've stood up against Ocrista with a unity of love and pride. They ignored everything their brave forefathers had passed down to them. Ocrista promised them what they wanted to hear, but in return he took all their souls."
          "Yes, I do believe it was the hand of God who delivered us here," said Frank as he wrapped his arms around Toshiko's naked body."
          "Oh, Frank, how can you think of sex at a time like this?"
          "Honey, we have a whole new world to populate, so we may as well get started now." He gave Toshiko a tongue waltzing kiss. "Dear."
          "What?"
          "If a talking snake tries to convince you to feed me a red fruit resembling an apple, please tell him to go straight to hell without passing go and collecting his two hundred dollars."
          "Okay."


The end!

© September 2011