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'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!
© September 2011
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
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