The Diary of a Galactic Traveler: A Soul's Odyssey

By George Serban

If Gregg might have wondered about the fate of his soul after his death, he found out now. His soul pushed by mysterious forces took off into the galactic space.

Changed into a cosmic bio-energy entity, he reached Soulsland,the planet for souls' cosmic recycling.

There, as a high bio-energy soul, he was assigned to protect other souls in his sector against the unexpected invasion of critters of a predatory planet,PP5x, who armed with powerful robots and gamma rays missileships tried to abduct many souls. Gregg dramatically defeated them using a clever strategy. He became an instant hero.

This lead to his cosmic odyssey full of suspenseful and frantic struggles for survival culminated by flying with his friend Mike a pricely spaceship. After daring exploits,pursued by PP5x,who he defeated,he landed on RX7, a planet inhabited by beings of a unique civilization. They reincarnated there.

Here, Grego discovered a vast Machiavellian conspiracy masterminded by a powerful MC planet ready to take over RX7. This plot conceived and carried out in Earthian fashion led to a cloak-and dagger affair. While the daring aerial and ground confrontations continued, Miko piloting a spaceship got caught in cosmic storm and ended on a distant small planet inhabited by a kind of hominids. With the navigational system restored he flew back to tell his fascinating story.

Then the day of Armageddon came when Grego and his space fleet defeated in spectacular battles the MC space fleet armed with anti-proton bombs. The galactic supremacy of MC ended and with it the Machiavellian spirit of reincarnated Earthian souls.

During the unfolding of these suspenseful encounters and thrilling events, Grego's love life was conflicted by two beautiful females, one of them sent to kill him.

Did he meet his cosmic destiny or something else would happen to him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 23, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452072906

George Serban

The author wrote numerous books and articles in the field of social behavior and psychology. As an existentialist studying human psychology, he has been always confronted with man's preoccupation with his death with the fate of his soul and its survival or not by reincarnation. This controversial topic has lately become a hot debated issue challenged by the new scientific findings. The author brings a new, fresh perspective on dealing with this belief by framing it in a pseudo-scientific construct. The author was former president of International Society of Existentialism and medical director of various scientific foundations. He is on the faculty of the New York University. He is a frequent speaker to academic meetings and international conferences. He has been often consulted by the press on various social and psychological issues.

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The Diary of a Galactic Traveler

A Soul’s Odyssey

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The Diary of a

Galactic Traveler

A Soul’s Odyssey

Contents

The Fate of the Soul

Chapter 1

The Hunting Game

Chapter 2

The Inter-planetary Conspiracy

Chapter 3

Love and the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 4

The Pursuit George Serban

Chapter 5

The Hunted is the Hunter

Chapter 6

The Winds of War

Chapter 7

On the Watch

Chapter 8

Armageddon

Chapter 9

The Fate of the Soul

Chapter 1

It was a balmy spring evening. The streets were crowded with people enjoying the glorious reawakening of the nature. I was leisurely walking on the main street minding my own business when the unexpected happened.

At the intersection of two busy street, I suddenly saw two cars speeding toward each other from opposite directions at that junction, trying to make the traffic light. One driver saw the inevitable collision with the other car coming toward him, and to avoid it he swerved toward the sidewalk. Frightened, I saw the car coming toward me, and I ran for cover. But, driver lost control of his car, jumped the curb and hit the traffic-light post; in a split second I fell down with a sharp pain on the head and upper back hit by a jagged and heavy piece of metal.

The sharp blade of the traffic light pole cut against my skull and back. The blood was gushing out of my skull like from a sprinkler, spilling all over my face, neck and chest. I frantically tried to stop it with the flap of my jacket but without too much success. I was sinking fast; my head was spinning, my vision getting foggy and surroundings turning on and off blurry.

A crowd of people were looking down at me. As I was fighting to keep myself alert, a wise guy pretending to take my pulse tried to lift my gold wristwatch. While resisting his attempts, another guy pushed him aside when an ambulance arrived out of nowhere.

In the ambulance, I felt like floating through space, semi-consciously switching from a low alertness to a dreamy state like under the influence of a marvelous psychedelic drug.

I dimly remember the operating room, cold and gloomy with its somber dark blue light, an uncanny reminder of my frail existence. I felt no pain, no distress, just a state of void changing into a transcendental tranquility. Demiurges seemingly playing surgeons masked and dressed in sacerdotal blue gowns were performing some incomprehensible rituals, while bits of unconnected thoughts in a kaleidoscopic motion started to pop up and disintegrate before my eyes. Forgotten love encounters mixed up with bloody images from the World War II were playing before my closed eyes. They were intermingled with snapshots of brushes with death like my breath-taking moments of stealthily slipping under the barbed wires while crossing the Communist frontier in the dead of the night pursued by the intermittent rattle of the machine guns of the guards.

More images and thoughts were swirling before my eyes in a frenzy jumble like frames of an out of order rewinding movie reel and after that my mind went blank.

Then, an overwhelming heaviness wrapped my whole body as if a leaden weight were holding every part of it down. It seemed to have lasted an eternity before being enveloped by feelings of emptiness. In the deepest recesses of my brain I knew that the cards were stacked against me. My life was over.

But swiftly, a strange, inexplicable sensation overtook me. Something odd, beyond any description was happening to me. With my last breath, my soul seems to part as an invisible whiff from my lifeless body left on the operating table. It rapidly switched into a powerful gust gathering tremendous speed to fly like a missile up in the sky. It left below the operating room, the hospital, and it soared high above the city that gradually faded away to be replaced by the magnificent view of the Earth planet. In this process, I realized that my soul, the alive essence of my being, changed into a bio-energy entity. I was again alive, speeding ahead like a vapor trail of a fired rocket to an unknown destination in the outer space.

Rapidly, the Earth became smaller, changing gradually to an insignificant gray bluish ball, with the magnificent Sun slowly meta-morphosing into another incandescent star, both,seemingly lost in the vastness of the dark cosmos.

Where was I? What happened to me? In my earthly existence I had often wondered about the fate of the soul after death. Certainly, I wasn’t alone. For millennia people have been preoccupied with the immortality of the soul. Religious beliefs have preached either its reincarnation into a new born body or waiting in an undefined state for the last judgment.

Now, I have a chance to find out the truth about this ultimate mystery of human destiny. But first, I have to understand my present cosmic state. Strange, my transformation didn’t stop at an amorphous mass of bio-energy. I was changing again, apparently under the influence of the cosmic energy into a creature, looking somewhat like a mythical siren, but of mini size with a flickering ability of a firefly.

I realized how I looked by observing the other relatively small creatures like me, who, were apparently of different intensity of flickering, and going in the same direction as me. Indeed, I could see and hear these sirenette- shaped beings of neuter sex, the carriers of the soul. On a closer look, all had like me, small eyes, flat ears, and two small front limbs acting like wings to maintain the body’s balance while flying fast through space. Instead of legs we had a large tail that was working as a rudder. Electronic sensors bristling out of the surface of our bodies detected the proximity of any object. We had two outgrown retractable extensions- like –antennae- as a part of our ears, that worked as radio-waves receivers and transmitters of signals. The body seemed to be driven by the soul’s energy, part of the cosmic energy. Inside the head, as I learned later, the brain was functioning like a complex set of nano-chips that containned my life’s history and also processed all incoming information.

The communication with others souls was made possible by two bands of high and low radio frequency, I found out that the low radio frequency was for talking to other souls in close proximity, while the high frequency was for long distance communication. I was truly amazed by the efficiency of my cosmic mode of being.

All other sirenettes seemed to be speeding along in their cosmic journey in the same direction toward an unknown pre-ordained destination. We finally reached our journey’s end, that was a relatively large, desolate rocky planet covered by vast bodies of waters basking in the warmth of a pale distant sun, located somewhere at the border of the Milky Galaxy in a far away solar system. It had a tolerable temperature, dark bluish atmosphere with shifting dense clouds and unpredictable strong winds. Was this the gate to heaven or to the hell?

The place seemed to be a sort of a transit station where the fate of souls was supposed to be decided. It was designated by mysterious cosmic forces as the gathering place for the souls waiting their new cosmic remaking; it was puzzling since we didn’t know what to expect while orbiting it. We could fly to other cosmic areas if ready to accept the risk ranging from a collision with a cosmic body to being wiped out by the explosion of a star or engulfed by its emission of gases. Reflecting on our uncertain state, it seemed to me that our existence as a mass of bio-energy obeying the same physical law governing the universe was unpredictable. Even the diversity of sizes and emissions of light of the souls made me to believe that it was done by design for specific reasons. All, it seemed related somehow to my fate. But I did not whom to contact, and nobody contacted me yet.

Until I have an answer, I decided to relax and enjoy the spectacular view of myriad of stars of the Milky –Galaxy in various state of their existence as defined by their brightness. I recognized Alpha Canpus , Proxima, Pisces ,Sirius of Canis Majore , red stars and others cosmic constellations before I located far away, our solar system. It was a very distant, very small cluster of planets on the Milky Way. Excited, I looked at Venus but I could only imagine its highlands of Aphrodite and Ishtar or its volcanic ridges. Looking at Jupiter, the largest of the planets with its numerous satellites, I was unable to either detect its dark band on the surface or its famous great red spots.

And suddenly, I caught sight of a miniscule asteroid, the size of speck impassively orbiting the Earth that seemed to be its tiny moon."

I wondered why the poets for centuries have been fascinated with this inert, desolate, periodically shining body. It seems to have predisposed poets to seek or extol love. Young people staring at the full moon became struck with a craving for passion. Yet when I was young I wasn’t different from my contemporaries’ fascination with the moon.

Right now, a memory from youth seems to freeze me in a time warp. Flashes of the first love come before me; strolling together through the park under a full moon arm in arm while whispering words of passion in between kisses. The state of feverish passion with its eternal love commitments that made us impervious to anything else melted away within one year, but the moon has continued to shine impassively. I wonder whether her soul is wandering like mine orbiting aimlessly in cosmos.

But forget about those buried memories, or worry about my fate; I better turn again my interest to the fascinating cosmic spectacle offered by the stars. From time to time a star was falling while another was exploding like a fireball. Giant stars and emission nebulae were shining over the sky. Far away, incandescent debris from stars were flickering or maybe a burning supernova in the dark sky.

As exciting it is watching the cosmos, I thought that I should go back to my planet to see what is going on there.

Back at the planet-base I saw my fellow-souls speeding along the orbits around, flickering like some giant fireflies in the dusk. At the same time, I could hear their short and long frequency signals that sounded more like the chirping of some exotic birds.

All seemed to be part of a far-fetched fairy tale — a Walt Disney animated story, except that I was experiencing it apprehensively as my new mysterious and baffling reality. The fact was that I didn’t know what it all was about. The nagging question was finding the purpose of my soul’s presence in the vastness of the universe. I was getting used to my ‘sirenette’ state with its special cosmic energy and capacity of the micro-brain to process, interpret and respond to the experiences of my new awesome surroundings.

It became obvious to me that the soul belonged to the cosmic energy and it was only temporarily implanted in a terrestrial body.

This would mean that now my soul returns to the cosmos for its recycling. But, was it sensible to assume that these flickering ‘sirenettes’ navigating in a continuous flow, were waiting for an earthly reincarnation? I was anxious to find out what was in store for me. Maybe these odd creatures- souls will be recycled in a variety of ways according to some mysterious rules. But before it, I have to be able to solve another piece of the puzzle, that is, the communication between ‘sirenettes.’ I was waiting to get a hint from any source. My first break came when I listened to the low frequency radio signals of some souls, which were emitting sounds conveying a kind of universal language. However, most of the messages transmitted in a universal code were simultaneously converted into the native language of the parties when the souls recognized each other by some special built- in signals.

But things got more intriguing when I noticed that the few large souls were emitting twice as much light as compared to the smaller ones who were dimmer. The significance of it was baffling, but I suspected to have implication for our fate. Also astonishing was our ability to stay on course within a trajectory without colliding with each other and obeying the cosmic electro-magnetic and gravitational forces.

To my surprise, quite often I could see strange scenes showing hordes of ‘sirenettes’ pursuing others in an attempt to destroy them. Indeed, in this kind of skirmish the caught ones were bursting in flame while the ones who escaped were running, attempting to change orbits.

A possible reason was that of settling old earthly scores, with fatal results for at least some of them. The most unexpected drama was to see souls gradually flickering dimly, losing speed and falling rapidly in the galactic space where they seemed to disappear. This spectacle, not unusual, was frightening, and unexplainable. It made me wonder whether these fast occurring actions were haphazard or the outcome of cosmic recycling of diverse masses of energy in their final stage; all part of an intelligence design unknown to me. I had to wait and see what would happen to me.

While still wondering about my new existence in the midst of the splendors of the universe, I felt mysteriously compelled to change the orbit and move at high speed to a specific direction. Suddenly, I noticed a rapidly flickering sirenette attempting to approach me. He maneuvered to move alongside me. I was scared; I did not know what to do. My radio signaling system received and automatically converted the universal code-language of the intruder in our common language. He warmly greeted me telling me that he was driven to come in my direction to meet me, After exchanging some planetary information, he stated that he is twice surprised: by the brightness of the light emission of my antennae, and second because he believes that he had known me from our previous life. He came to convey to me what was supposed to be my present cosmic mission. In addition, he would like to help me understand my new existence here.

I asked him whether our meeting and the message were pre-ordained by some celestial forces. He said that the message was just put into his head and he is sure that our meeting was planned by the celestial forces maybe because they knew that we had known each others. Anyway, you had helped me long time ago and maybe it is the time to pay you back. Furthermore, you are a soul of high energy and it seems that your mission for now to help others who became lost in cosmos.

Let me refresh your memory about those unforgettable events that brought us together.

We met at the end of World War II under very dramatic conditions. I am Mike and you have to be Gregg. You were about 20-year-old and I was a 25, a young captain of an avant-garde unit of our army in retreat. My regiment suffered heavy losses and it was retreating in a disorderly manner; my battalion was practically wiped out. It was chaos. Lost in this mayhem, afraid to be caught and shot by the enemy, I met you on that deserted battlefield. We hit it right and after a series of daring encounters with the enemy and a skirmish when you save my life, you helped me to get out of that terrible mess. I am grateful for everything that you had done for me.

Yes, Mike I do remember everything you said. Many times I thought about those extraordinary events which sound like fiction. But now I wonder what will happen to us. Do you have any idea?

Gregg , Wait and see. All of us are subject to universal laws of the recycling energy. As a form of bio-energy, our recycling is apparently subject to celestial retribution that decide the fate of our souls to be reincarnated or not. It practically means the elimination of souls who committed major injustices in their previous life, of all criminals and heavy oppressors of others. You might have already seen the chasing of the criminals into the Galaxy by their victims. Our existence here, seemsto be pre-ordained as it is our meeting now. Gregg, I got to go; take care of yourself. Call me if you need me.

Alone, I was wondering what other surprises and encounters were waiting for me. Meanwhile, I was mulling over the fate of our souls, which seemed confusing and puzzling.

The idea of cosmic retribution while appealing in terms of justice. It was unsettling because it seemed decided by the subjective judgment of the victims, unless it was part of the cosmic order. It was for sure worrisome for the Fascist, Communt authorities, criminals, abusers or oppressors, particularly since no defense with its lying, spinning, or invocation of mitigating circumstances was possible.

Meanwhile, the souls were aimlessly orbiting our host-planet of the -T3 solar system.

A foreboding feeling compelled me to stick around the base. And then suddenly, I could hear and see the commotion all around me. The souls became agitated speeding frantically and sending distress- signals. What was going on? The rumor that an invasion was coming was getting stronger and stronger.

But who are those invaders? Where did they come from? What kinds of living creatures inhabit the Galaxy? That meant we were not the only creatures to inhabit the cosmos, the chosen ones as we were taught to believe. The frightening question was about the purpose of their invasion. What do they want from us little, insignificant ‘sirenettes’? And who would protect and defend us? All these troubling questions were sending waves of fear in the soul-crowd.

In this state of general turmoil and confusion I received a message on the high frequency radio to stay tuned; emergency orders would come soon. Then I heard a familiar voice: I am Mike, your friend. I received these orders that I am passing to you. Listen carefully: we will be soon attacked by some creatures from a distant planet, PP5x –it stands for predators from planet 5X. They make infrequently incursions as far as our T3. They want to capture as many souls as they can and take them to their planet.

Thank you Mike for informing me, but what do you suggest I should do?

"Gregg, you are appointed commander of a large sector in the area where you are now. You have to organize the defense of the souls in your sector.’

Mike, you got to be kidding. It is true that I was a pilot, but the highlight of my battle skills is repulsing together the attack of the enemy’s patrols at that battlefield. At best, I can improvise something that might look haphazard. They should appoint an experienced military strategist.

"Gregg, you did very well at that time. Anyway, I didn’t appoint you, I transmit only the order. Keep in mind that this is not a war, it is an incursion, a surprise attack, to surround, overcome, capture the souls and take off after. As far as I know, there are some of our military experts assigned to the defense plan. They try to reduce at minimum the losses by orderly withdrawing from the incoming invaders. What I am telling you now is based on their recommendations. Listen, please, without interrupting me: From our information, they will attack with an army of thousands of robots, which are monitored by remote control by PP5x field commanders. The robots looking like super giant stag beetles are of approx. 25-30 inches long with strong claws and hard crust over the wings and the back-side. The weak spot is their belly where the armor is thin.

They move very fast and they fly like beetles. Their color is shiny reddish-metallic. From their big claws they can unfurl an invisible electromagnetic net to catch the victims. Through the same claws they can emit laser beams that tend to stop souls from moving when the rays hit them directly. They paralyze for a moment the sirenettes. Keep in mind, as sophisticated as they are, they have only rudimentary artificial intelligence, no brains. Their ability to maneuver and fight is based on the program inside them controlled by the PP5x field commander. And this is their biggest weakness: they can’t act spontaneously and creatively in new situations. The ways of fighting them depend on your ability to control the actions and behavior of the souls under your authority by telling them not to panic and to withdraw orderly.

They also can resist or fight by positioning themselves with the tail to the robots. This is done for two reasons: one, to reduce their frontal exposure to the robots’ laser beams and second, to aim souls’ emissions of energy at the under-belly of the robots which if hit will explode.

You tell them that they have the advantage of their number. In each sector, they are about 3-5 hundreds to one robot for each sector under attack. The robots rely on surprise and fast agility; we rely on number, tactical withdrawal, and whatever strategy might be envisioned by our field commanders.

Your role as a field commander is to encourage the souls to resist, to order their retreat, and to intervene when groups of souls are besieged by the robots. You have to know that the PP5x field commander does not participate directly in the fight; he monitors the battle from his spaceship that looks like a missile. He intervenes when he mainly wants to go for a high energy soul, or one of our sector commanders.

When dealing with their field commander, you are on your own. No PP5x missile-ship was ever caught or burnt up. However, don’t be so foolish as to expose yourself hoping to get one,"

"Any weak spot about PP5x commanders to be exploited, Mike?

"You have to understand Gregg that PP5x are very intelligent and well trained for combat. You will recognize the PP5x by seeing his relatively small and sleek silvery missile-type spaceship with speed calculated to be around cosmic - Mach 30 propelled by special proton –antimatter interaction that surpasses by far the energy of any soul. Nobody here had closely seen a PP5x creature to know how he looks like. However, our information is that they are small of stature, slender-built with big oval heads and extremely versatile slim limbs. Their skin it is said to be greenish-yellow and leathery. Technologically, they are very advanced.

lt is believed that they had been able to capture gamma X rays from huge explosions of supernova and use them as weapons. And Gregg, don’t forget that we don’t have an army and special weapons to fight them on equal basis. We are fair game for them. Good luck."

By then I already heard a very distant noise like a far-off drone that become fast stronger and stronger. They were coming soon. The time for preparing the defense was very short. I called a team of medium to higher energy souls to immediately join me. I told them what was waiting for us, who our enemy was and the need to rely on clever improvisations that I will share with them but they have to execute my orders or be captured by the enemy. Certainly, their contribution for strategy was welcomed.

We have to act and respond fast if we want to have a chance. It was truly a matter of survival or death: in between was the specter of captivity. Since none had a meaningful combat experience. I told them that I would rely on their spirit of initiative to find immediate solutions. Then, I appointed the willing ones as districts leaders in charge of each newly created district. They had to transmit my orders to the souls for execution, to calm them down, and take small initiatives to protect them. Beyond all, they had to inspire confidence to the souls, to avoid having them panic and to execute my given instructions.

I told them my thoughts of pursuing a fairly simple strategy. When the first wave of robots will start the attack, the souls should open in front of them a fairly large passage by moving at high speed away to the right or left. In this way the robots would blindly move forward until they will hit the lowest level of the orbit and got fully caught in the gravitational field of our planet.

At my signal, the souls should surround the robots by coming from all orbits and position themselves with the tails at the robots in order to aim their beams of energy at the underbelly of the robots, as suggested by Mike.

If they are able to maintain their cool and not to panic they have to maneuver around to be able to send bursts of energy that will make holes in the electromagnetic nets, which in this way will fall apart.

I also suggested that a team of higher energy souls should send out radio waves directed at the PP5x missile ship for scrambling the command control of the robots. The robots without the contact with the command-center would be sitting ducks for extermination. They approved enthusiastically the strategy and as a matter of fact they started to look forward to the battle.

They did not need to wait too long before the attack started. The strategy was working précis as planned. Wave after wave of robots took our bait and ended unable to escape the gravity of the lower orbit, where they were surrounded and decimated by our ‘sirenettes’.

Under the firing of energy of the souls they were bursting in flame like firecrackers on the 4th of July. Others were captured and held in their own disabled electromagnetic nets. Each new wave of robots had the same fate faced with the same strategy of gravitational entrapment executed orderly by the souls –creatures. The robots’ losses were huge. The supposed defenseless souls were elated by their small but repeated victories.

But the PP5x commander got wiser and tried to change his strategy. At the same time, a bad news came to us that our commander of the next sector had been killed, and tens of thousands of souls had been either killed or captured. This meant my PP5x got reinforcement from the units of their other commander who decimated my neighboring sector.

I had to change my strategy too. I envisioned massive attacks of many thousands of robots coming in successive waves. I gave order to the district leaders who until now did a very good job in handling the ‘sirenettes’ as the tactics were changed. They had to arrange the captured robots in groups of about one hundred and place them in front of souls units as shields, deployed in traingular formation in order to continue the gravitational entrapment of the new attackers. The units should act independently in order to maintain high mobility in the field. Each defense unit in a triangular formation deploying in front the captured robots as armors against the direct impact of the laser weapons of the attackers was supposed to let the attacking robots to come close enough to be within the range of maximum efficiency of its energy beams emitted by our souls.

The captured robots with the remote control cut off from the commander, placed in front of the souls were covering both lateral sides of the triangular formation. They should get the brunt of the firepower of the attackers. Based on this strategy we swiftly organized the groups in about 12 mobile units ready for action. Each unit has its own chief appointed by the district leader to whom he was reporting. A reserve of souls was created who were supposed to replace at once the fallen ones. At the same time, the medium to high range energy souls acting as long range shooters were ready to aim whenever possible at the PP5x-missile –spaceship in order to disrupt its contact with the robots.

Their new massive attack started thunderously. We repulsed their first waves of robots because our strategy with the traingular formation creating a zigzag line of defense was working beyond our expectations. They were killing their own robots mercilessly, and when they got closer they were smashed by the energy of the souls. Other times, the two close triangles joined each other at their apexes catching inside like in a net hundreds of enemy robots. The ‘sirenettes’ were becoming bolder in their attacks of robots, while each tried to outdo others in bravery and support of their units.

Well, everything looked encouraging, except that the real problem was the invincible PP5x commander. How could one disable his vehicle and him? This was the 64,000 question. To attempt to attack him directly was suicidal. But, it could be possible to envision other ways to get him. After all, the history is full of cunning strategies to overcome indestructible obstacles to victory. But extrapolating from Mike’s information about robots’ weakness, PP5x’s missile vulnerable spot might be their underbelly.

How could someone get close to it without being pulverized by its gamma rays? If my team of medium range shooters could knock off few of his close guards, maybe it would be a way to get closer to hisspaceship. But first of all I had to reduce much more my visibility as a high energy soul.

And then I had a brainstorm. If only I could use a robot as cover and shield I might get protected. I went and picked up a captured large elite robot disconnected from the PP5x commander. Then I had to see whether I could maneuver it. I tried various radio frequencies without success, Then, I tuned in on the frequency their field commander directed the robots. After a few trials I hit the right frequency wave. In fact, I used it first on a few robots-attackers succeeding to turn them back by scrambling the transmission of orders to their program and issuing my new one. Then, I tried on my captured robot. It worked well. The idea was simple: to hid under the belly of the robot and order it to move in the desired direction.

As expected, their powerful attack continued. New waves of elite robots from his personal guard, much larger and more powerfully armed, attacked our first line of defense. Enemy losses were massive. Their PP5x commander came closer to survey the battle field and understand what was going on. However, he was running short of time because of danger to be attacked by an enemy planet that was supposed to protect us. The short attack was now running thrice more.

He was desperate to win. Then, I saw his ship coming closer and closer to the battlefield. This was my chance to attack it.

Without informing anyone, ready to go, I ordered my medium range energy shooters to attack his guard relentlessly, while myself, I cautiously moved hiding under the belly of my robot to reach the underbelly of his missile-ship. I had little time because his fire-power had already blasted many of my best shooters.

I got close to the missile-ship, but it was moving fast, and changing position in order to shoot in all directions. I called the district leaders and asked them to send for diversion a crowd of reserve souls, who should move aimlessly and confusedly in all directions,to distract him and his close guards. Covered by the robot, furtively I got quickly under the belly of his ship and without any device, I calculated the right angle to send in rapid succession powerful bursts of energy and ran. The PP5x missile exploded like a fireball in the sky. Without the remote control of the commander the army of robots was falling down like ripe apples from an apple tree. It was a true disaster for the invaders.

The other commander who was supporting him turned around and took off in the galactic space. The elated ‘siren-ette’, were shouting again and again victory, and celebrating the defeat of the invaders.

The district leaders jubilantly came to me to show their appreciation for my clever strategy. I told them that without their support it would have been very hard to achieve this victory. But my conversation was brusquely interrupted by a high frequency long distance call. It was my old friend Mike who told me that he and the whole high command are ecstatic by he spirit of initiative, coolness, and bravery in front of an invincible" enemy and in particular for the ingenuous strategy used. Mike said that that they started to watch me after hearing of your rescue of a guy from the satellite orbit. Nobody tried anything like that before. That’s why they appointed you commander of the sector. The high command will call you any minute. Indeed, while talking, a distant voice came over telling to Mike to free the line.

Grego, my name is Jack and, on behalf of the Command Center, I congratulate you for your brilliant strategy and smashing victory. You defeated an enemy thought invincible; you destroyed the myth of their indomitable power. Keep in mind, they are viewed as the most ruthless predators and plunderers of other habitable planets. Our friends from another planet, MC, who protect us, had on and off indecisive skirmishes with them are astonished by what you have achieved. As a spokes-creature for our governing body, I am inviting you in the name of the governors to come to our headquarters to make a presentation of your strategy. We want to learn something new and exciting. In fact, our friends from the mentioned planet would like to meet you and discuss with you your strategy and any other ideas which will improve their defense.

Jack, I am truly honored by your appraisal of my achievement, but I have to disappoint you by telling that some forms of these strategies had been successfully used by great generals since antiquity. I have to say that my major contribution was to adapt these ideas to the existing situation.

Gregg, I do appreciate your modesty but the reality is that in all the living planets nobody thought to do what you have just done. We would like to hear from you about your way of thinking. We are truly impressed with your talent to reach these extraordinary conclusions by extrapolating ideas and concepts. We will make the arrangements for you to come any time soon. In fact, our friends from MC planet would like you to go there to talk to them about your strategies

Jack, if your friends from that planet want me to go there, where is the guaranty that I would ever be let to return? You don’t have any power to stop them. They might keep me there in a bubble for the rest of my soul-existence. Your friendship with them can’t override national interests. On the other hand, one should consider who decides our fate. It seems that the board plays its role by deciding to fight PP5x.

Gregg, I am taking your statements very seriously because I admire your thinking. To start with this Soulsland," as we call it, has become a transit-distributor center due to the earthly population explosion which has complicated somewhat our smooth functioning. Nevertheless, here, the souls implement a cosmic natural selection by the elimination of the rogue, perverted souls. They are directed by mysterious cosmic forces to do it. The first selection is made by the victimized souls who try to get rid of these villain souls and psychopaths who heavily abused, or directly and indirectly killed.

They are chased in the Galaxy to be smashed by the cosmic energy of negative stars, supernovas, nebulae, etc.