The Sci-Fi movie I find myself in or the one I imagined myself into, it’s hard to tell has a certain reality to it. You know, I’m familiar with the terrain and it appears to be solid and it’s the only one I know; it’s been the basis of my world view for years and years and I was mighty accustomed to it.
Then I began to have my doubts about the system, why were the results so disappointing, freedom should be better than this what’s going on here? Ever so slowly it crept over me, a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving; ever so slowly I began to harbor a sinking feeling that we had been taken over by alien forces that had used such a light hand that we did not perceive our enslavement.
That’s what it was; no doubt about it, negative forces had conspired and carried out a plot to gently enslave us in a cocoon of luxury items and other salient distractions. No need for an outward takeover if the job could be done efficiently from the inside, all they had to do is rely on human nature and a giant brain controlling device.
Fortunately for them we had already produced just such a device, a whole series of devices in fact all ready to be put to the plow and turn us over and inside out. These aliens are shrewd, manipulative buggers they don’t miss a trick, and that is the operative word trick; they want to pull a prank on us, fool us into thinking a certain way so we will work for them.
Over time these sneaky aliens ingratiated themselves into positions of power. It’s always about power with them but its not the power it’s the control the power affords them that is most attractive to these interlopers from space who have made us their unwitting slaves by trickery.
They were clever enough to keep us off balance with a patina of freedom and democracy; enough so we could at least fool ourselves into overlooking the shackles of debt and obvious abuse by these overlords from another world. They don’t need prison bars to keep us captive they went the bar less prison route; direct mind control. By controlling the atmosphere of the prison, the tone and the values they have entertained us into submission, we think what they intend us to think, resistance is futile; they make the rules we follow them.
To them we were consumers little more than ants that have been coddled and spoon-fed a special brand of poison that killed our will to live fully and free. We were purposely molded to the stall, domesticated to suit their interests, impersonal cogs, replaceable parts in a machine that creates wealth for them and servitude for us.
Now it looks like things are getting out of control the alien beings have sucked the nectar out of us and we are beginning to wilt from their parasitic way of life. I fear they will just cast us away when we can no longer be of service to them. A shell of what we could have been if these larcenous, war provoking mollusks from the stars hadn’t risen to the top in our country to dominate us and use us as their slaves.
The reason I am so sure that they are aliens is because they have no regard for human life. The only explanation I can come up with is aliens or some other beings without hearts or conscience are running our country now, to kill hundreds of thousands of people on the other side of the world and not think a thing of it.
It’s business as usual for these monsters in human attire but they are not human they can’t be; something else has them in its sway an evil alien spirit has taken over their souls and they dance to it’s drummer. They commit all manner of atrocities right under our noses in plain sight but like the domesticated humans we are we adjust and get on with our own lives.
What else can we do the livestock are obliged to obey the farmer it’s his farm besides life on the farm can be entertaining if you get into it and go with the flow. Being a kept human has advantages; if you keep to the pattern and accept the alien way of life; keep from looking too hard, keep from lifting the curtain at the bottom you can have a semblance of life not the real thing of course but a virtual, controlled within the box sort of existence.
As a man said “a little life is better than nothing so we dream away.” The aliens at the top have diminished our expectations for what a meaningful life should be, we have became used to the velvet cage they provide and have forgotten there is a world outside the prison they slowly encased us in over the years like a cold, cold glazier.