Alien Webs: Humanity and Alien Mind Control

By Ralph Fucetola

Alien Webs is an adult novella of human - alien interactions. It is about the adventures of several lusty, brave individuals who survive, barely, Disclosure and the Alien Invasion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716888786

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Mastery!

PROLOGUE

Two Aliens Converse

The two tall, slim, grey, hairless Aliens conversed quietly, in the lilting language of their vanished Homeworld.  They reclined in the innermost nest-room of their secret earth base.  In the dim green light, their large black eyes gleamed.  Each had drunk deeply from a ceremonial flask of YaMaDSAK, the Alien Clear Mind Liquor. They were waiting for its full mental effects to begin.

DYaMYAB LAMU>PU... -- "Victory will Be, my dear, as soon as the StarFort arrives, and this world will be engulfed by the Imperium.  Dearest sister, this long awaited event...  She felt the mind-rush of the Liquor, we have been here over 1,500 terrestrial years! ... this very long awaited event, as I was saying, does not signal the end of our efforts.  It shifts them to a much more open level.  We will no longer be covertly dealing with only a few humans, rather, we will have a dominant position in events.  Our years of near passivity and deep secrecy are ending."

Yes, when the humans realize the benefits to be gained from membership our 10,000 world Imperium, they will become reconciled to conquest.  Our history tells us of no conquered race that did not... eventually.

Especially primates, they want to be led. 

Ah, yes, especially primates.  We two have become quite the experts on primates in the past few millennia, have we not?  Yet I was not really prepared for the special qualities of these humans.

Yes my dear, their special qualities:  one of the highest primate aggression ratings we have ever measured.  And those pheromones too...

Her eyes widened and she smiled her thin, toothless smile.

RaDaM<>O> YOMYODLYAT... -- She gives All GoodThings, as the Ancient Ones say."

Surely, sister, you find it ironic that this particular group of rather primitive and violent primate males should exude pheromones, sexual aromas that act as a very powerful aphrodisiac to us.  I certainly do.  A lovely joke from Goddess!

Yes, no doubt the Highest Circle will praise us for finding a fine source of warriors for the Great War, and a new source of entertainment for our always jaded sisters.  I am, however, more concerned as to how the Terrans will react to the Great War into which they are to be conscripted.  If they learn the full truth about the abductions and cattle mutilations, then we shall see how easily these primates can be led...

On his deathbed, Albert Einstein said,

The important question is, 'Is the universe friendly?'

INTRODUCTION

In media res

Did you really think that we want those laws to be observed? said Dr. Ferris. We want them broken. You'd better get it straight that it's not a bunch of boy scouts you're up against - then you'll know that this is not the age for beautiful gestures. We're after power and we mean it. You fellows were pikers, but we know the real trick, and you'd better get wise to it. There's no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren't enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What's there in that for anyone? But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced nor objectively interpreted - and you create a nation of law-breakers - and then you cash in on guilt. Now, that's the system, Mr. Rearden, that's the game... Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged.

The American State and Federal prison populations went from just about a half million in 1980 to nearly a million by 1993, to over 2,000,000 by 2004.  Two decades later there were over 10,000,000 prisoners.  As the number of prisoners increased, so did the crime rate.  Punishments were made more severe; more forms of deviant behavior were criminalized.  Still, the streets were less safe, the cost of the prison system ever greater. 

As the USA's foreign opponents collapsed into the morass of their own economic disaster, the American government looked inward for enemies to mobilize against.  The brutality of foreign terrorists gave the Federal authorities ample excuses.

Domestic terrorists and even self-defense militias became the target of the moment.  The special prison at Guantanamo Naval Base could not hold all the non-person detainees.

Eventually the voices of those politicians, who called, in the '90s and mid '00s, for the establishment of a massive prison camp system, were heeded.  Initially, militaristic boot camps for young offenders were set up.  Then, some states established rural prison camps to relieve inner city jail crowding.  Eventually, the first of the Central Correctional Camps were built.  There were Special Drug Rehabilitation Camps, Long Term Incarceration Camps, Violent Criminal Camps, and, literally at the end of the line, the Special Isolation Camp (the infamous SIC), believed to be out on an Aleutian island.

The Federal prison camp system proved its special value in late 2025, after the First American Coup.  The Datanet Junta ordered the round-up of known criminals and dissidents, and the camp population more than doubled to over 20,000,000.  Millions more were held in state lockups.  The total number of people who disappeared, however, exceeded 25,000,000 and their fate was a deep state secret.

Any man sentenced to life, 25 years or more, or death, was transported to the SIC.  The camp was to be operated on the principals of no expense to the State and little outside contact.  It was run by a few guards and special Boss Prisoners, controlled by the most sophisticated datanet system, and became the most dreaded place in the American Gulag.  Once in, there seemed no hope for release or escape.

All was not exactly what it seemed, though, and at least five competing players, (Junta Security, the secret feminist Order of Chaos, the ADCOM (Administrative Control) datanet system, the camp Top Guards and Special Convict Bosses, and, as always, the Aliens) were vying for control of the camps, especially of the SIC.  However, by the time our story begins, the Aliens were, as they expected, in control of the situation.  Their mind control techniques would prevail. Or so they believed.

The Datanet Junta had taken power in America by taking over and unifying the various government and private data networks.  Using the police state apparatus developed in the late 1990's for the war on drugs, and in the early 2000s for the war on terrorism the Junta sought to control an increasingly unstable situation, always promising an imminent return to a market economy, democracy and civil rights.

The slogan was, They hate us for our freedoms so freedom must be controlled to stop them!

A proto-junta Deep State had existed from the '90's, largely (and covertly) organized by the Aliens, working through their feminist agents, the Daughters of Chaos (AKA the Order).  Recruitment into the Order from among female Junta agents, or the female relatives of high Junta officials, was very widespread by the later 2000's.  All during this time the Alien agents were biding their time, until the Solar System could be integrated into their Galactic Web.

The Interstellar Web – URPSAT COMOD - is the only efficient, rapid method of interstellar travel in the known portion of the Galaxy.  It is controlled by the Alien Cetoid master race, and is their primary device to maintain domination of the Galactic Imperium, a vast confederation of star systems and species, united by Cetoids for their perceived necessity of fighting the Great War against the ghastly Brachtians, a war which has raged (in the peculiar slow fashion of interstellar wars) for nearly 4,000 years.  Such wars are much like a Game of Go, where most of the time is spent positioning forces, eventualizing in catastrophic collapse of one side or the other -- in world-destroying battles.

The Web consists of a network of thousands of large, synchronized Power Crystals – eCaP TODTOD - set on certain planets, all Imperial StarForts and Primus, the asteroid that is both Capitol of the Empire and Center of the Web.  The Primus center includes the Mother Crystal – URCaP ZaSOD - from which all the Power Crystals are cloned.

Alien agents arrived on Terra long ago on first of several Fastships which have come to the Solar System, with a Slowship (and many more Aliens) arriving a few decades before this story's present -- though, there had been Alien agents in and about the Earth for millennia. 

They are all awaiting the arrival of a StarFort with a twinned Daughter Crystal so the Solar System can be connected to the Interstellar Web.  Their Plan is to impose a rational matriarchy on a revised human race, while extracting as many potential Imperial Warriors as fast as possible.

Walking the Web - PSaT DaBeR - allows for rapid transit from one node to another nearby node.  As nodes are located on StarForts, most Imperial Planets, and Primus, by crossing from node to node, individuals and whatever they can carry (up to a critical limit) can go from Primus to farthest node in about a week of subjective time.  Galaxynet, the Imperial datanet system that connects computers through the Web, is always juggling Warriors from node to node, seeking to efficiently use limited access windows to maximize force where it will be needed, possibly decades hence. Using Slowships (which do travel a significant percent of Lightspeed) and suspended animation to amass the forces needed to counter the constant machinations of the Bracks.

Galaxynet will be positioned to establish and control Terra's Worldnet upon the imminent arrival of the StarFort.

Humanity has been conditioned for decades, through the mass media and through thousands, perhaps millions, of abductions.  The media has been carefully manipulated to prepare humanity...

With the Aliens believing the Webs of control are in place, they think they have the situation under control.

Our story begins. . .

Chapter 1

Into the Neo-American Gulag

-1-

Few people were truly aware of the Alien presence during the turning of the Millennium.  Alien covert intervention during the crises and Earth Changes of the early 00's was not generally known, nor had been their intervention that stopped the Y2K bug from destroying the Internet at the end of 1999.  It appeared to some observers that the mass media was, through fiction and speculative programming, preparing the public for Alien revelations.

Even after the startling events of the year 2024, later known as The Year the Alien Revelation, few of the Earth's remaining billions had direct contact with them.  But as this planet was, step by step, integrated into the Imperium, more people, seemingly randomly, became caught in its Web.  All humans, though, were subject to the sophisticated mind control technology the Aliens had perfected.

A couple decades before all this, Davv had grown-up in the Midwest, barely noticing the UFO rumors.  Although, had he been paying attention, he would have seen that the strange lights in the sky were growing more numerous all the time.  Of course, people had talked about Alien visitors since the middle of the Twentieth Century, since the first Flying Saucer flaps in late 1940's.  That was over two generations before Davv's time, and a whole popular and sensationalist mythos had grown up around the topic.  It was not, however, until he was deep in the Web that he learned much of the terrifying truth.

Davv had never had any luck.  Especially after the Quakes that wrecked the West Coast, unless you joined the Military there were not many jobs available, and with his record of larceny and bar fights, he was, incongruously, not acceptable to the Services, though he tried to enlist at 16, with faked ID.  At 17, orphaned in the food riots, a small town high school drop-out, he gravitated to Chicago and prowled the world of the petty hustler, drug and data highchip black market connections.  By 23 he knew every scene on the streets.  He ran some numbers, sold some highchips, drugs, minor industrial secrets; sold himself when he had to.  He took care of himself, did not usually use the drugs he carried (but was, like many people his age, wired for headchips, and for some reason, he was told, his connection was faster and more complete than most).  Would not let his head get plugged in for more than a few hours at a time, no matter how good it feels, I still gotta eat.  So when he used them, he mostly plugged educational chips in at one of the city's derelict Public Libraries.  He looked good; nearly six feet, trim, with dark curly hair and almost blue eyes.  He exuded a dangerous sexuality that attracted the denizens of that part of the City called Nightside.  He had, of course, been immunized against the viral sex diseases that had so ravaged the late Twentieth Century.  But no one could be protected from the cancer like growth of bureaucratic power that began to sap what had been known as the Free World during the old days of the Cold War, accelerating greatly after America's Reichstag Fire - the horrid destruction of the twin towers in New York in 2001.

He knew he did not have any luck.  So he was not surprised when he was caught in a Datanet Junta sweep during 2021, the Year of the First Great Purge (Making America Safe in the 21st Century).  He was surprised, however, when the Special Emergency Tribunal sentenced him to 25 years without parole as unredeemable social trash.

After that, things were sort of vague; he was numb, was warned by Ruby...but she said so many weird things...what to believe?.  At the Relocation Camp he struck out at a particularly brutal guard, If y'fucks treat us like animals, how d'ya 'spec us to act?  After his broken arm healed, he was told he was being transported to the Aleutian Isolation Camp.  This meant that he was considered legally dead.  It also meant that he was really terrified for the first time in his life.

The guards made him strip.  He was given a shot and put in a box that looked like a coffin with breathing holes.  As he latched down the top, the last thing the guard said was, You better hold it in, 'cause you'll be in there for at least 12 hours...  He felt the box being moved; the drug took effect and he went totally out...

-2-

Davv awoke with the jolt as the box bumped something.  He was groggy, thinking slow.  A little light came through the breathing holes, but all he could make out was a gray wall.  Then the top was opened and the light blinded him.  He was yanked up and something was clamped around his neck.

He sat up in the box, blinking.  As his eyes cleared, he saw he was in a small, concrete room, with a bare, screened bulb in the ceiling and metal door at one end.  The box was on a low bench and apparently had come through a small hatch at the other end.  There was a black metallic collar around his neck.  Scowling at him was a muscled, tough-looking con, with close cropped red hair, wearing combat boots, worn jeans, wide belt, a red bandanna and one of those collars,  shit...this fucker looks mean....

Pointing to himself, Dis yo' Dom, in charge a' trainin yo.  Shut up an' listen careful!  He paused, pulled Davv out and to his feet.  Looked him over, scowling some more.  "Th' thing on yo' neck's a Control Collar.  It makes sure yo behave an' obey.  Yo' collar says dat yo's SIC Mate Number C23,171.  Tha's yo' name here.  Collar's hooked up t' th' Admin'stra'shen Comput'r.  It knows where yo's, what yo's doin.  Can give yo orders anywhere.  Yo misbehave an' ADCOM jolts yo.  Yo gonna behave.  Good, see yo wired f'chips; else yo'd have to get wired.  ADCOM con'trls Stores.  Evr'thin yo get comes from Stores when yo earn it.  Yo start here with nothin; if yo work hard, yo get boots, ot'r gear.

Yea, an' yo' git t'live."

Davv started to speak, to protest.  The Dom struck him hard in the stomach, jaw... thinking as he went down, suckerpunched...like a dope...

As