The Zeon Colony: The Sequel to Alternate Realities

By Chris Rawlings

Can we prevent our own extinction? In a familiar timeline from the future, The Zeon Colony continues to follow Crimson Sunflower on his adventures from Planet Zeon to a parallel universe as he strives to help humanity evolve from economic slavery in this highly anticipated sequel to Alternate Realities. The story concludes Crimson's philosophical journey from death in the subconscious to more insights when exploring alternatives by looking at the same problems we face today from a different perspective. This book presents a new philosophy with an imaginative environment that only exists on Planet Zeon and beyond. We might just find that the key to solving current problems could be in the secrets of our very own past.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493187584

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1: Galactic Gangsters

Chapter 2: Star Cops

Chapter 3: A Paradoxical Release

Chapter 4: A Virtual Utopia

Chapter 5: The Journeyman’s Contradictions

Chapter 6: The Psychological Seed Cure

Chapter 7: Older Poems from the Desert of Crimson’s Soul

Chapter 8: Destitute Recluse

Chapter 9: The Individual

Chapter 10: Glory of the Gun

Chapter 11: The Illusion

Chapter 12: Interrogation

Chapter 13: Explosive Reactions

Chapter 14: Origins

Chapter 15: Rejection

Chapter 16: Mystic Men From Maroon Mountain

Chapter 17: Judgment

Chapter 18: Parallel Universes

Chapter 19: The End is the Beginning

This novel is dedicated to all of the overworked

and underpaid people in the world.

May we never run out of the time and resources

we need to enjoy our lives and make

our dreams come true.

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Gweedo the Guat Preface Illustration

Preface

Reality is a state of mind based on perceptions, which are all ubiquitously different but related relatively in some way; truth lies in the infinite perception. It all depends on how you really look at everything. There could be another you in a different dimension of a parallel universe experiencing the truth of this story. Maybe you can see yourself in the future and imagine your own destiny, but this is just a reminder that anything can happen in the unpredictability of change, so who are we to judge what is wrong and what is right? In the not too distant future, when Earth’s resources are running out while populations increase and the sun continues to expand into oblivion, we begin migrating to other planets. We’ll say it’s not very long after our last story, which took place in an alternative reality of 3333 A.D. based on Earth’s measurements of time as we might know it, but time goes by at a different rate on planet Zeon since it has a different rotation cycle. Beyond our solar system, in Omega Centauri, there was an old Brahma crystal mining colony that evolved into an abandoned prison colony later on after Earth began sending its rejects, criminals, and nonconformists to be integrated with a new type of civilization. This red planet had seen many wars over control of the sector between the human colonists and alien residents. It was at an abandoned prison colony on planet Zeon where aliens and humans began to learn how to share their powers, as well as their inventions in order to coexist, and this was a long complicated process after a prison break, anarchy, and several violent revolutions. It is a dangerous time when alien lizards ‘Guats’ are holding Star cops for ransom. Captain Redge was a Star cop before his memory was altered by the aliens who abducted him and returned him in hopes that he could infiltrate Zeon’s capitol city complex, named ‘Zox’, for the aliens to watch and find out the humans’ secrets. He instinctively returns to The Zeon Colony’s main Star cop base after being lost out in Zeon’s harsh desert because he thinks he’s going home. Previously on planet Zeon in Alternate Realities, a young man named Crimson Sunflower had fled the oppression of planet Zeon’s economic slavery, from within the city of Zox, in order to establish a secretly new utopian society elsewhere on a distant planet with the peaceful gnomes. This undiscovered refuge for nonconformists from all over the galaxy was off limits to Zeon’s government since they were in the process of banning free expression. They were also still trying to regain control of the planet from a race of violent alien lizard ‘Guats’ who originally lived there before the humans bargained for use of the Zeon colony. They didn’t mean for the Zeon prison to become abandoned, but it just ended up that way due to years of neglect. After Crimson left his temporary escape of an artistic colony behind, his friends, their leader, ‘Omeron’, and the gnomes remained safely anonymous. Crimson was beginning to regret returning to the dark red planet Zeon below since he was so free before when he lived with his friends according to their peaceful philosophy, which was based on trading each individual’s best skills for metaphysical currency and survival. He considered it a noble purpose, though, when he went back to the Zeon colony in order to recruit more artists and creative people, who were overworked and underpaid by Zeon’s strict establishment.

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Planet Zeon’s Gnomes and Aliens Illustration # 1

Chapter 1

Galactic Gangsters

In this optimistic future almost anything is possible when you’re in a distantly unexplored galaxy; for it is the twenty-fourth century based on Earth’s measurements of time. Only humans use that standard of measurement on the distant, red, abandoned prison colony planet of Zeon. The year might be 3334 for some humans but other aliens don’t bother themselves by worrying about time. Beyond planet Zeon, the green alien lizard ‘Guats’ named ‘Pons’ and ‘Neugatron’ flew off to another galaxy in their silver spaceship saucers, swirling with a neon pink and green halo, as it spun out into a black hole. The spaceship’s electromagnetic force field protected it from cosmic implosion as it traveled under the pressure of the black hole’s gravitational forces, which led to a wormhole tunnel through parallel universes. The aliens had constructed a teleportation device years ago by utilizing the energy from a black hole to transport the particles of an organism with a protecting bubble module that rearranged beings as they traveled from one side of the galaxy to another dimension in time and space. The only unfortunate side effect of this time meter gateway was that altering space meant changing time as well.

People generally lived longer on Zeon because there was less of a gravitational pull, which caused less of a strain on the body. A youthfully exuberant person could jump up into the atmosphere and hover there for a moment before coming down in order to bounce from place to place again. Meanwhile, down on the surface of the red, hot planet Zeon, a recently abducted and banished Captain Redge wandered through the maroon desert wind while the sun cleared up the clouds in a phosphorescent storm. An omnipotent wind blows a wearily exiled traveler from the outskirts of Zeon to its foreboding main city wall. The ex-Star Cop traveler has amnesia but feels like he is being pulled to the city mysteriously, or out of his own subconscious’s curiosity. Everything on the ground glowed like fluorescent neon colors under the radiation duration of exposure to a black light. He felt light headed as if he had been spinning for hours and he did not realize that he had recently been dropped off there by the very aliens that had disappeared into a parallel universe previously. They were in another dimension by now, but they could still hear what was going on in Captain Redge’s brain because Pons and Neugatron had implanted a radio transmitter microchip circuit of miniature proportions into Redge’s skull. That explained the temporary amnesia, but things were coming back to Redge in a trance like brief flashes and memories of places he had been; almost like his whole life was flashing before his eyes in an instant all the way up to, but not including, the recent incident with the aliens, who were listening from far away to his brain through the radio transmitter microchip, that they had implanted without Captain Redge knowing that his thoughts were being broadcasted to them from across the galaxy. His mangled brown hair blew into his face as he scratched his head and was surprised to find an itching bald spot. He looked at his hand and discovered that he had blood on his fingers from his head. He forgot how the bloody bald spot got there. Redge was aware that he was alive and kept asking himself if he believed in God. ‘What if God was an alien?’

He seemed to be having so many thoughts at once, almost like five or six per second, that he couldn’t decide which ones to tune into and which ones to tune out. Redge felt a vibration throughout his body like liquid electricity from his toes to his head to his fingertips, tingling, almost like the sense of inspiration and the feeling of intense purpose. He suddenly knew what he had to do! He started walking and hovering distinctively because there was a bounce in his step, once he passed the puddle of neon electric blue by an abandoned old rusty gold chest, which happened to be empty. He remembered that his home base was in a certain direction and he was not marooned on this red desert planet after all.

The whole planet wasn’t exactly a desert. There were different climate zones with different temperatures and weather conditions. There was one elusive zone on Zeon, which kept changing locations but everyone marveled at the fable of how they wanted to get there. The ironic trouble with consequences is that when you get there and stay for a while in your paradise you would quickly find out that once the location changed, due to passing weather conditions, you couldn’t stay there forever. The nature of time is always changing like chaos is the natural state of the universe. It’s pointless to rearrange something that’s going to change inevitably anyways. Organizing chaos is utterly futile. It was a fantasyland where every blade of grass was a different color. Some colors existed there that humans and aliens hadn’t even invented or thought of yet. The paisley pink and green subatomic alien amoeboid particles grew in their infinitesimal worlds that were superimposed over Redge’s face in the shape of peace symbols. He breathed in syncopation with the rhythm of these particle patterns, like invisible alien life forms that were expanding and shrinking at the rate of Redge’s breathing, coexisting in microscopic proportions with us. Once you accept that you are a part of the abundance of energy in all life forms, from microscopic amoebas to the DNA of humans, you can rest assured that contributing positive vibrations are better than dwelling on negative conflicts or fighting nature. Existence is meant to be enjoyed, for the suffering of pain and isolation doesn’t always have to be a punishment. Even work can be fun if you learn to love what you are doing.

Captain Redge remembered that he had come from planet Zeon’s capital city of Zox. He heard a voice in his head, which he thought was his conscience when it actually was the aliens sending a radio signal transmission, of their own design, to the microchip implanted in Redge’s brain. The voice told him to go to the Zeon colony. Redge was happy all of a sudden after feeling lost in the desolate desert for so long now that he could sense where he was headed. He felt a slightly painful bump on his head but a bandage was protecting it and he couldn’t quite recall where he got the walking stick in his hand from, but his walk was a bounce that hovered a little more, in the low gravity of Zeon, since it had the style of one with a purpose. He was no longer stranded on Zeon because he knew where to go so he headed towards the green and pink lights above the mountains in the cloudy red distance. He couldn’t wait to return to the Zeon colony!

After the phosphorescent clouds of neon pink and green pollution dissipated in planet Zeon’s fluorescent atmosphere, a red beam of telepathic energy flickered and retracted across astral planes into a distant spaceship’s weaponry control systems as the craft hid in the supernova zone known as ‘Nickithon’. The alien gangster refugees decided to lay low, so to speak, on this side of the asteroid belt and look for the nearest space bar. Gecko’s place used to be the place that would harbor known alien fugitives but they went out of business so they were forced to settle with a more commercial brand name called the ‘Xylon’ spaceport, in order to hopefully remain anonymous. This spaceport was a dangerous place, to say the least, on an average intergalactic day or night, but this time the aliens had no idea that they would run into the roughest bully of the galaxy. This chubby green, spiked alien lizard ‘Guat’ was even more notorious than Neugatron because he used to pick on Neugatron for fun when they were younger, and even more so when they got older. That’s how Gecko became the leader of the ‘Guats’. Sometimes the more aggressive ones picked on the more intelligent ones because they felt insecure about how some aliens could be more peacefully evolved and appeared weak yet wiser than the ones who ruled by force and strength alone. Gecko was their boss because he was malicious and sharp. Luckily for Neugatron and Pons at this time, Gecko had just left the Xylon spaceport behind in a hurry and barely missed meeting them. Gecko blasted off so quickly because he robbed the Xylon spaceport blind and left it in a mess when he hopped over to the next asteroid space station named ‘Zenus’. This was exactly the kind of maniac Gecko’s old friend and partner in crime, O-Main was. The funny coincidence in this story is that they both happen to be on the same crime spree, in a parallel universe of distorted time and space, of course.

Everything seems to happen for a reason in the galaxy; so, it was inevitable that the two galactic alien reptile crime lords would meet again, but not today. Neither one of them would have remained partners because they were both too greedy and they were both out of control, like two spiraling tornadoes ready to wipe each other out or destroy themselves in the cataclysmic process. It was also only a matter of time before Commander Mike Starfire and his time patrol Star Cop men caught up with Gecko, leader of the alien lizard ‘Guat’ gangsters. In a brief flash of light, Gecko’s spaceship turned with a zigzag formation and was gone in space.

If time is circular and black holes can bend space into distant parallel universes and wormhole tunnels, then what’s to stop an escape lunatic alien from ravishing Earth’s natural resources, like water, in order to power its spaceship or grow a new species?

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Dawn of the New Millennium Illustration # 2

Chapter 2

Star Cops

In the year 3033 A.D. on the planet ‘Hell Speak,’ at the Westburg Intergalactic Justice Center, the infamous crime lord O-Main was on trial for a series of recently stolen spaceship parts and smuggling deals. We will observe a Star Cop recorded video as the judge sentences O-Main to his alien fate.

O-Main Duguth Nosser, The Judge announces the alien prisoners full name with an ominous declaration. I hereby sentence you to life, and hard labor at the correctional facility on planet Zeon in the Rickar asteroid belt sector. Loud protesting noises burst forth in the courtroom.

Your honor, pleads the defending attorney. Is there justice or is there only the power of whomever holds the most amount of space credits?

Order, Order ! The judge yells as he slams down the neon glowing galactic gavel. The Omeron has conferred with me on this matter. Money is not the issue. I have announced the sentence. The intergalactic Council has made up its mind. This court is adjourned! The caterpillar like arm of the judge’s long robe ripples as he slams down the gavel one last time. Voices in the crowd yell about the legal system. The Star Cops put laser-ringed handcuffs around O-Main’s reddish-orange oily skin and octopus like tentacle hands.

Get your hands off me you slaves, you dark slaves! O-Main hisses at them. Justice is a travesty, The alien criminal O-main complained as the guards ushered him onto a platform, which led to a spaceship hover car in the sky.

Now centuries later, the Star Cops are looking for another alien gangster. Powerfully intelligent alien ‘Guats’ have a seemingly longer lifespan because they skip through time and space so much, but with every benefit there is a consequence and with every reaction there are repercussions. The Alien leader of the ‘Guats’ named ‘Gecko’ had spikes like an alligator’s up his spine, green scalp, and way down his tail. He was a vicious alien. Gecko’s groups of followers were known to other galactic gangsters as the ‘Kadeems’. They all had a violent philosophy of forming empires with greedy corporations that kept the people in slave labor conditions just to make the rich more profits, but certain alien ambassadors on the Intergalactic Council were starting to realize that violence was counter-productive. It was causing regression in their evolution. Certain experimental peaceful trance inducing psychological ‘seed cure’ drugs used to work when the prisoners were subdued in the old ways of the Zeon colony, but everyone wants their freedom. People and aliens alike don’t just want the illusion of freedom; they want real freedom, itself. Even the peaceful ‘Omeron’ ambassadors, who are half human and half alien, want the freedom to make their own choices. Their wisdom qualified them to be the judges at certain Intergalactic Council hearings.

Violence was becoming old fashioned. A good effective government wanted passively subdued citizens, but leaders would be more revered and respected if they didn’t control humanity and alien civilizations by force. It was rumored that the new wave counter-culture on Zeon’s distantly hidden moons of Gnome Star Seven was establishing a different utopian society based on ideas and mind power instead of money. It was ruled by peace, trust, and compassion, as well as positive vibrations and freedom of artistic expression. They didn’t have a need for money because they traded their ideas as currency in order to survive. There was a saying passed down from the ‘Gnome Kingdom’ that "money does grow on trees and it’s cheap because it comes from a plethora of plants." When resources are shared instead of dominated and controlled it’s important to not be greedy in order to not disrupt a fragile ecosystem. There had to be some basic rules for this utopian colony to follow in order for it to function, but everyone wondered where such a mythical society was. What were their rules? The Zeon colony empire also wanted to ravish other natural resources from other moons and planets for their own greedy purposes until they were all gone. They would raise the price on the surplus that they controlled until everybody owed them more for coveted supplies.

An elite group of Star Cops was organized by the Intergalactic Council in order to locate Gnome Star Seven’s hidden sectors and find answers. They put a strict middle-aged Star Cop named Mike Starfire in charge of the intergalactic expedition. Their first task was to interrogate a recent defector from this artistic colony, named Crimson Sunflower. The Star Cops had yet to realize whether or not Crimson’s loyalty remained with his friends from Gnome Star Seven’s hidden utopian society or whether or not he could be persuaded to join the Zeon Colony work force. Crimson had lived in the Zeon Colony for years and he has watched his parents suffer in the monotonous work chains of the planet’s capital city of Zox, but his life had been changed now that he saw the alternative realities of Gnome Star Seven and he wanted to return to the origin planet of his original ancestors.

As Commander Starfire, Glitch, and their side-kick friend named Nick Malvin, who used to be a Communications Control Guard, prepared their new prisoner recruit, Crimson Sunflower, for travel down below on Planet Zeon’s windy red desert surface, they noticed something in the distance. Commander Starfire took off his red helmet. It had a gold star in the center and a microphone attached to the side of the helmet. Commander Starfire was getting a bit scruffy and a grey beard was growing in from being at work for so long. His weary hand picked up a pair of bionic binoculars. His curly black hair fluttered in the wind. The other two Star Cops briefly became distracted by a straggler outside of the city wall. Commander Starfire plugged his binoculars into the city’s computer systems. They could see the shadow on the desert from this distant traveler’s robe, fumbling in the furious sandstorm. They all watched him through the city’s public viewfinder monitor that alerted them of any life disturbances outside the city wall. Then all of a sudden Commander Starfire’s eyes lit up with excitement because he recognized the traveler by his outfit. It was a torn up Star Cop uniform that this distant ‘stranger’ was wearing. This was the moment that the Star Cops had been waiting for but it was also a shocking moment they weren’t prepared for at all.

No way! Commander Starfire exclaims! It can’t be! I was just getting ready to organize a search party for you, he said as he motioned towards the monitor. This was former Star Cop Redge, who was presumed dead, that Commander Starfire recognized. And to think I thought he was dead when Gecko and his alien henchmen kidnapped him! Wait, speak of the devil, where is Gecko?" The Commander asks his men.

Is that really Captain Redge, sir? A surprised transdimensional Gateway Guard, named Glitch, asks them.

I think so, Nick Malvin replies. They all watch the monitor in amazement. Little did everyone know, there was something unusual about Redge. Unusual doesn’t always mean sinister, though.

Even Crimson watched the monitor while contemplating an escape route. He knew that people had been trying to convince him about how there might be something wrong with him because he was so artistic all throughout his life. Crimson knew that the right to be different, in his own case, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He wasn’t going to let the others tell him what to think, but he could sense that there was something truly wrong with the distant wanderer that they were all watching on the screen, indeed. Crimson had tried to warn the other Star Cops about welcoming Redge back into their city so soon and so freely, but they wouldn’t listen. Star Cops rarely recognized a nonconformist’s credibility, especially one like Crimson Sunflower’s.

Little did they all know, the distant aliens, named Pons and Neugatron, had been waiting a while for this moment also. Everyone waited very patiently. Former Star Cop Captain Redge wrapped a piece of cloth around his face as the wind blew violently against him. The lone traveler, who absorbed a distant spaceship’s disappearing telepathic ray from above the clouds, wandered from the outskirts to a lighted city in front of him on the horizon. This traveler’s full name was Redge Ionic Hill, even though all of the details still hadn’t come back to him yet. Little did he know, he had a microchip embedded in his brain that the aliens used to track his movement with from space. The alien’s tracking device lit up like a red alarm light and beeped incessantly, which interrupted their round of ‘Maroon Starset’ drinks at the ‘Xylon’ Spacebar, where they were hiding on the other side of the galaxy.

We better get going! Neugatron said as he jumped out of his seat in a nearby parallel universe galaxy.

This is it! Neugatron’s cohort sidekick, named Pons, had responded. They both had purple skin and big beady oval checkered eyes like a fly’s. They slithered to their ship in order to harness the power of their tracking device, which had a limited range. Pons and Neugatron turned on their ship’s audio/ video recorders. They prepared to blast-off.

Where to now, Sire? Pons asked his captain.

Set your course for the mining colony on the Planet Zeon, Alien Captain Neugatron commanded.

Yes sir, anything for a brilliant mind like you, Pons responded. They both knew they had to stay out of sight from the galactic Star Cop Patrol, which was difficult once they orbited Planet Zeon, even with their invisibility shield device on. The greenish-purple alien lizard ‘Guats’ Pons and Neugatron decided to leave the suspicious orbit of the Xylon Spacebar docking port station in order to lay low somewhere closer to the signal that was coming from Captain Redge’s brain. They had to check on his progress. The aliens knew it would take a while to inadvertently infiltrate Planet Zeon’s capital city of Zox and regain control of their old renegade regime again. They waited long enough to see how Redge would get past city security. They figured that they could get into the city the old fashioned way, through their computer banks if need be, but that takes time and risks exposure.

After the alien’s ship passes through the parallel universe time meter wave black hole gate to the other side, they monitor Redge’s brain waves to record the secret codes he will use instinctively in order to get through Zox’s security and city walls. Once the aliens had gathered the information they needed from Redge’s brain they could dispose of him as they wished and nobody would know the difference. That way the aliens would have time to sell the recorded codes and internal map of Zeon’s complex to war traders on the black market before the Star Cops even have time to do Redge’s autopsy. Then the aliens could formulate a plan on how to take back their old Zeon colony prison city and control it from the inside once they caused anarchy again. They didn’t want to blow their cover too soon, though. The aliens had a self-destruct device for the microchip in Redge’s brain. It was remote controlled from their spaceship, but they wanted to toy with it first to see how long they could use it for spying on the humans. Pons and Neugatron were only planning on detonating the self-destruct mechanism in Redge’s brain as a last resort for when they return to Zeon if they are attacked and cornered by the Star Cops. They also wanted to see how dumb the humans really were for not realizing that Redge is only a pawn in their game, while the aliens remained safely anonymous and camouflaged in the clouds. Who knows how long these culprits could go on undetected? Neugatron was the more intelligent leader, but Pons was more worried than his space Captain boss about whether or not the Star Cops would find out about their plans sooner or later. There was too much dopamine in Pon’s frontal lobes and not enough in his hypothalamus.

When Captain Redge got to the computer console control keypad on the door outside of Zeon’s city wall, the security camera from the wall focused on his face and paused to identify him. It asked for a fingerprint ; so, he put his finger on the keypad, then it scanned the bar code tattoo on his wrist. The alien criminals up above quickly processed the new information and recorded it through their ship’s view screen. The computer outside of Zeon’s city wall asked Redge for the date and time, by Earth’s measurements. It was a different standard of time for humans than aliens because even time is just a tool for measuring distance in space. Redge remembered that this was the future so he typed in the year 3333, by his human calculations.

Welcome back, Captain Redge! The computer said in an enthusiastic tone.

The Captain thought he might be suffering from a type of anxiety amnesia, but the computer reminded him suddenly about his former identity as a Captain of Communications officer for the Zeon Colony base. The door to Zeon’s capital city of Zox opened up and beckoned him to go inside. It rose vertically. He quickly stepped in through the doorway past the maroon brick city wall. The rusty old vertical door closed down behind Redge. High above the planet in space, on board the alien’s shuttle, Pons and Neugatron cheered as they mischievously made use of this newly obtained information.

You see, Pons, I told you this radio broadcasting microchip was a great idea! Gecko will be pleased. He will salute us like true Kadeems! Neugatron hopes.

Yes, Neugatron! I knew it would work. Pons agrees as they watch the plot thicken from their spaceship, safely hidden in their cloud camouflage mirror shield of invisibility.

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Chapter 3

A Paradoxical Release

Crimson thinks back to what he learned in Earth history class about the ancient times from thousands of years ago when barter systems developed into people trading pieces of green paper for survival or using plastic credit cards for pretending like they had imaginary money to spend when it all just represented debt. Computers became the downfall of society when they imposed inhumane standards on human beings by treating them as numbers and consumers instead of living organisms with complex spiritual needs. It was easier for outlaws to hack into bank accounts when everybody put their eggs in the same Internet basket, melting pot, collection hat of cyberspace. The problem was that people put too much trust into technology and not enough in the human spirit. There was too much emphasis on materialistic gain, which led to competitive selfishness, when people judged themselves by status symbols. Their own numbers and income levels limited them. Planet Zeon’s society was manifesting the same problems.

If you define your limits by logic then you are limiting yourself to less preconceived notions of standards, based only on the physical laws of Earth. If pain is hell then it only lasts as long as a lifetime, so the conceptual is infinite. Hell is reality and the consequences of pain in realizing physical limits, but heaven can be created in reality also through appreciating beauty. More can be manifested metaphysically through another dimension of conceptual heaven with no limitations beyond the visible boundaries of reality. The yin and the yang have to exist simultaneously because we need the negative in order for the positive to exist. Nothingness cannot exist without the absence of something. The conflict is a part of survival. It doesn’t have to be competitive in a destructive way, though. Crimson began to form this philosophy in his mind in order to accept the frustrating hypocrisy of existence in a modern society filled with so many double standards.

The expectations of a technological revolution speed up society’s pressures because a person cannot be expected to function like a robot, yet that is what toiling away in the monotonous work chains will do to a human, controlled by routines. Human beings must realize their natural needs in order to not become so dependent on technology that they lose sight of humanity. Computers control everything from finances to corporations that dictate the cost of living while the government is at the mercy of greedy corporations that set the cost of survival higher everyday in order to gain more pay. Everyone still has free will to decide what to buy, but many have decided that they will not become a slave to corporate advertising. Everyone is free to think what he or she wants, but they need to understand different points of view if they are to fully comprehend how to free themselves from inhumane corporate expectations. It seems like the soul should be worth more than the sum of all he or she owns. Does free will become an illusion when choices are limited by what the corporations provide? Can we create an alternative way to survive? Maybe that’s why the soul is infinite and cannot be confined by the physical limitations of reality. You run the risk of limiting possibilities when you judge anything, but it’s difficult to make a decision without judgment. Almost anything seems like a contradiction unless you adapt to change and flow with the evolutionary chain of existence, repeating in cycles of history and circular time, spinning the video discs of your minds. It’s a paradox.

Crimson’s blond hair glowed and flowed with ambitions. His dark black eyebrows punctuated his pensively contemplative countenance. His young boyish face counteracted the soul of an ancient wise man, becoming as playfully peaceful as a child again. He always thought of himself as a wandering mystic, a cosmic prophet, a journeyman, an artist, and a philosopher. The peaceful nonconformists and alien apprentices of space and time travel were all his friends, whether they knew him or not. He understood them completely, because they