Lords of the Host: Of the Right Time

By Isaac Hill Sr.

Love must win, but to blood-thirsty warmongers, love is a sentiment best enjoyed after the battle is won and the carnage of their victory can be gloated over. There is clearly a distinction between love and true love. One is obtained by deeds of mercy and sacrifice with patience, while the other demands instant gratification for its pretense. And iniquity is aware of this, and it wears many disguises as any covert double agent would. Iniquity strikes at the heart of the contention between war and peace, with elements of surprise that cause each side to yield to its objective, which is the annihilation of all existence, ever hoping that it is not recognized for what it isthe common enemy in disguise. People who yield to the temptations of lies and deception are the prodigy of iniquity that survive on the advice and potency of reprobate sinners. They heed Satans call in broad daylight, not resting until evil is accomplished, and they squirm at night in the mire of iniquity, which has become a real and true resting place for them as they tally the dead and what has been destroyed in their minds eye before they sleep.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514468371

Isaac Hill Sr.

Isaac Hill Sr. is a new American author who believes that we live in a rated-R society filled with extraordinary people who continue to transcend the woes of social dysfunction called progress, ever trying to make the world a better place to live in. He believes that the exploration and conquest of outer space is an absolutely necessary endeavor for the satisfaction of human curiosity and glory. As a man in his sixties, Isaac Hill Sr. has seen what was considered “science fiction become reality,” which leads him to believe that there is a right time for everything.

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Lords of the HOST

of the Right Time

Isaac Hill Sr.

Copyright © 2016 by Isaac Hill Sr.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dedication Page

Chapter 1 Mary’s Baby

Chapter 2 The Federation Initiative

Chapter 3 A Terrible Situation

Chapter 4 Absurd Nutopians

Chapter 5 Preparations

Chapter 6 Conflict Lines

Chapter 7 A Troubled Synod

Chapter 8 Up To It

Chapter 9 Artificial Life

Chapter 10 Fair Trade

Chapter 11 Down To Earth

Chapter 12 Departures To Hope

Chapter 13 Nutopians For Nutopia

Chapter 14 Prelude To War

Chapter 15 The Front Lines

Chapter 16 Thy Kingdom Come

Dedication Page

The Lords of the HOST of the Right Time is dedicated to the victorious people who choose to keep the faith and hope in whom they believe while they stagger under the weight of their burdens to escape nowhere land.

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Chapter 1

Mary’s Baby

Marc Brown would rather remain in bed this morning. Stress, sudden relief, celebration, and the renewed stress of another ordeal is taking its toll on his mind, and body. Perhaps Dr. Ming will have something good to tell him and Mary about her pregnancy that will lift his spirits he thought.

Mary is robust and cheerful; hardly what you would expect a pregnant woman to be like early in the morning. She hopped out of bed as if she was about to engage in a regimen of calisthenics. Marc marveled at how incredibly sexy she looked to him, but he feels unpleasantly tired and his state of mind would cause his participation in love making to be a fruitless endeavor on Mary’s part. Afterward, he would not feel like keeping any sort of appointment this day. He remembers his bedtime concerns which kept him awake during the night; why have the Nutopians not notified him about any success they have with the Communications Platform in Sector B, and where have Jean and John disappeared to all of a sudden? Minor mysteries perhaps he thought, probably less mysterious than what Wingate is up to, he chuckled.

Did you say something dear? Mary called from the kitchen, and Marc smelled the aroma of fresh ground coffee brewing, which is a good reason to rise and shine.

No, I was just entertaining myself with my own thoughts. He replied sluggishly with a yawn, and he chuckled a bit when he mustered the strength to sit up on the edge of the bed.

By the sound of your voice, I think you need to stay in bed – coffee is almost ready.

After this appointment, I think I just might take your advice, if you promise to come with me, and watch me snore, Marc laughed and stood upon his feet.

Sounds like a great plan to me – come, have some breakfast too.

Just coffee hon, he said. He sat and rested his elbows upon the kitchen table top and buried his face into his hands.

Are you sure you are alright honey? Mary asked while she felt his forehead to see if he needed his temperature taken. You’re not hot, she said smiling.

I am to, just not powerful, Marc jested, but Mary didn’t comment; instead she sat and ate her breakfast. If you feel like you look, I don’t think we will have anything to worry about hon; you really are stunning this morning you know? He complimented.

Oh thank you, I feel great hon, really great. She replied and nothing more was spoken between them until they were seated in Dr. Ming’s office waiting for him to appear.

Dr. Ming entered his office with a very peculiar expression on his face and his demeanor was certainly awkward. He fumbled into his chair and couldn’t seem to find himself a comfortable position. His hands shook as he cleared a space for the files he held, and he had trouble putting his reading glasses on because of his trembling which caused the Browns to become perplexed and a bit nervous, and given to a psychosomatic response induced by the tension of a bad premonition about what Dr. Ming has to tell them. He looked at each of them and sighed before taking a deep breath and releasing it to settle himself.

To get to the point, he said before taking another deep breath, Mary’s pregnancy is not an ordinary Human pregnancy, and since I am familiar with Nutopian blood types from Lo’s autopsy, I can definitely conclude that she is with a Human/Nutopian child, Dr. Ming informed the Browns’ and cleared his throat.

Mary and Marc stared at Dr. Ming as if they thought he was crazy before they busted out laughing together. Dr. Ming smiled momentarily and waited for them to listen to him. Mary and Marc looked at each other momentarily and almost simultaneously told Dr. Ming that he has got to be mistaken. All the levity disappeared as Dr. Ming produced the physical evidence and placed it open before them. I will explain to you what you are looking at, it is an incredible pregnancy, he exclaimed, preferring rather to remain in a doctor’s place and not a judge of the explanation that they may be most concerned about or are concealing for their own reasons; that being the how it has happened, more so than the fact that it is what it is – strange.

First of all these blood cells are super aggressive, extraordinarily lively, and Nutopian. But they do not share themselves with the whole reproductive apparatus. This tiny oblong cell is the fetus, micro-photo imaging reveals the blood type to be yours Marc, but Mary’s is not the mating blood cell which is Nutopian. Now this thin membrane which surrounds and contains the fetus and natal fluids is a mixture of Mary’s blood and Nutopian blood; but it is not the womb membrane which is this thicker outer layer. The outer membrane and the inner membrane are attached by the umbilical cord which should be attached to the fetus; whether it will or not in further stages of development is beyond my knowledge…

Are you saying that I am carrying an egg, like a bird or reptile or something Thao? Mary blurted out.

That would be my assessment at this point. Have you any idea as to how this has happened to you Mary? I mean – my interest is purely scientific – you don’t have to answer this question…

Relax Thao, it’s not what you think – at least I think it’s not what you think. What do you think has happened Marc – you’re very quiet. I hope you don’t think what I think you may be thinking. Mary warned Marc.

Marc Brown’s face made all sorts of weird movements and his eyes began to blink out of control. Thao pulled a bottle of space whiskey from his desk drawer and poured Marc a shot which he accepted gladly and poured down his throat all at once. It helped him to breathe easier and gain his composure.

I don’t know what to think. I could think a lot of things. But let’s be sensible, the baby is mine, but by another woman, and my wife is carrying it…

So I am a surrogate mother with an egg – huh? Is that what is happening to me Thao?

I am afraid so, and there is only one female Nutopian here, Dr. Ming noted.

Oh gee Thao, I don’t think we should entertain that thought… Marc said before Mary cut him off.

Marc Brown, how could you? Mary fumed.

That’s what I’d like to know – I mean – oh my hon, that night! It happened that night.

You mean when Leda climbed into bed with us?

Exactly.

But you said nothing happened. Did you fib to me Marc Brown?

Absolutely not.

Why don’t you explain to me what happened? Dr. Ming suggested.

Mary and Marc began to speak at the same time and Dr. Ming asked them to speak one at a time. Marc convinced Mary that since the burden of proof lay upon him, it would be better if he explained what happened. Mary reluctantly agreed because she wanted to cross examine Marc at the same time as she described things the way she remembered them.

Mary and I were in the process of making love when Leda entered our bedroom unannounced and fully nude. She slithered up between us and her emanation was so strong that we both froze and were unable to fend off the sexual assault which she intended. She sniffed us as if she were some sort of an animal and said she wondered if it was possible to be pleasured by a Human. She straddled me and I couldn’t resist her, but no penetration occurred before Metis entered the room and saved the day. At least we thought he did, but now I think he was a little late.

Were you totally conscious throughout the affair?

I wish you wouldn’t use that word Thao. We were raped Thao – by a Nutopian teenager. Can you imagine that? Marc marveled. And his thoughts were muddled by the fact that he knows he desired Leda in his heart, and would have gladly pleasured her while Mary laid there and watched. But it just did not happen that way, and now his wife is pregnant with their baby, and no one had the pleasure. This is not winning Marc thought, and Mary doesn’t look convinced.

Did you and Mary have sex afterward?

Well not right away, we fell asleep and awakened and had spontaneous sex and went back to sleep. Mary interjected.

It is probable that Nutopian woman secrete eggs which may have attached themselves to your penis Marc, and when you entered Mary and ejaculated, her warm womb contained the fertilization. This indeed is a three-part pregnancy, as unfair to Mary as it may seem. Thao said with empathy. Mary busted out laughing.

You guys are going to stick together on this story, aren’t you? I wonder how many months it will be before I lay an egg. Maybe I should start gathering straw for a nest? Mary cried. Marc put his arms around her and told her everything will be alright.

So how do we abort this child? Thao… Marc asked succinctly.

Oh no honey, Mary cried aloud, I’d rather gather straw and die laying this egg…

That’s nonsense Mary, what if it is impossible for you to lay an egg? Marc scolded.

Why don’t we just give it some more time – and this is our baby Marc; Leda must never know. Mary demanded.

And if it should open Nutopian eyes, how shall we explain that?

Leda will not have you, and this baby between us too, Marc Brown. Mary stressed.

What do you think we should do Thao? Marc asked.

I will need every bit of Nutopian physiology you can supply me with; especially information on their female reproduction system before I can answer with any amount of certainty, said Thao sticking to the medical aspect of the circumstance.

They will become suspicious if you ask them Marc. Maybe they even planned this – Marc! Mary marveled.

Let’s not start jumping to those sort of conclusions, this is not the time to breed mistrust too. This is an accidental pregnancy – nothing more, nothing less. One thing is for sure, we know it is true that we can procreate together. That’s another point for my theory Thao. Marc added with concern for another matter.

That is well and fine, but our concern will be focused on Mary’s health issues, and nothing more, nothing less right now; how about that? Thao advised.

That’s your job Thao, I prefer to leave it in your hands. I will have to build a special home for this child to enter into the land of the living. A Human/Nutopian world Thao. Marc said in defense of his concern. You can understand that I am sure.

I don’t understand. Please get me the information I need as soon as possible.

I’ll have Carrie start a series on Nutopian physiology for the medical and scientific communities. That should keep everything under wraps, Marc decided swiftly.

And as for you Marc, Thao wondered. Are you self-medicating; you look unwell? I am quite exhausted and will be taking a few days off, but you, you keep on going and going. You’re not indestructible you know. Thao warned.

I plan on hitting the sack as soon as I get home Thao.

Do you want some sleep medicine?

Never needed the stuff Thao.

Space whiskey is not an acceptable substitute Marc, be careful. Thao cautioned.

Thao informed Mary that she should open her mind to the fact that it may be necessary for her to abort the child against her will for her health’s sake, and it would be his duty to not only recommend an abortion, but urge and sanction it under space station protocol regulation. Mary assured Thao that she has already accepted the possibility, and she asked Thao to be thorough in his assessment before he ordered an abortion. But even as she asked him this, the option of having the baby on Earth presented itself in her mind as a viable alternative.

Don’t worry Thao, be happy – shall we go hon? said Marc before he stood to his feet and took Mary’s hand. They bade Thao farewell and headed for the exit. But before he could reach the door, Marc’s hand slid out of Mary’s hand as he fainted and fell slowly to the floor. Mary shouted his name to no avail before covering her face with her hands. Is my husband dead Thao? She cried from behind the shelter her hands provided.

Thao scanned his body. High pulse rate, labored respiration, high brain wave activity; the man is totally exhausted. I am going to have him wheeled home, and he is on one weeks total bed rest without exception. No phone calls for the first three days, no heavy meals and no space whiskey. I will give him a full examination after a week. Thao said as Marc regained consciousness.

What happened – did I faint?

Yes sir, stay down, I buzzed for a chair. You Sir, are on a medical bed rest for one week. No exceptions. Mary has my instructions. I will contact Metis for what I need to know about their physiology. I think he will believe that my interest is purely scientific.

Marc Brown did not object. A nurse arrived with a wheelchair and rolled Marc to his apartment. When they all arrived at the Brown’s apartment the nurse made sure that Marc was in the bed and she administered a tranquilizer before she left. He will sleep soundly until tomorrow morning. She told Mary and left them in each other’s care.

Mary Brown danced across the Nutopian embassy atrium floor with a power and energy driven by her need to express her feelings about Mary Brown. Tears flowed from her eyes, tears which could not be explained or need be. Around and around she glided over the expanse of the smooth surface in the most slippery shoes she could find. She imagined herself to be a ballerina and she pirouetted and leapt with much efficiency and grace of movement to the symphony in her mind which resounded its silent music throughout the atrium. The music then took flight from her mouth and charmed the air as much as her performance charmed the vault guard who left his post to espy the one-woman spectacle with great admiration. Mary Brown is a temptation to him; for truly he wishes to take flight with her in his arms and dance across the expanse of the floor with her and steal a kiss while in her embrace. And temptation did cede to boldness and without further thought the commando entered upon the floor and grasped Mary’s hand as she floated by him. Into a spin they went; gracefully and with joy on their faces while the symphony music drove them to lust that invited a kiss that needed not to be stolen but given with much approval.

Marc Brown awakened from this dream in a sweat and filled with jealous anger that abated with the consolation of reality. He laughed at the notion that Mary had become the joy of men’s affections. But the reality that she bears the egg of an alien invasion cannot be taken as lightly as he first deemed it. If Leda knows about the potential danger she possesses, then her act on that night is more than an invasion of privacy or attempted rape…Marc shuddered at any other conclusion and called out to Mary. Mary entered the bed chamber with an expression of concern on her face, unlike the radiant joy she had prior to their meeting with Thao Ming. This is unacceptable to Marc. Anger once more welled up inside him, but not out of jealousy, but out of love for his queen.

Abort the alien Mary, he insisted.

Abort your troubled dreams dear, I carry your child. That is good enough for me. I have nine months to imbed my character into his soul. The egg is no more than an incubator.

Your face looks troubled. That brings me much concern Mary. It is your joy that warms my heart.

The same joy that can cause you to be jealous were it not from a proper source my love. I can’t imagine where I am getting these notions, Mary rubbed her head. You are my concern Marc Brown. How can I be full of joy when you are bound to this bed against your will for your health’s sake?

I don’t feel ill Mary, just tired. I think Thao is right. I have been burning the candle from both ends lately. Have you heard anything from the Nutopians or John Toole?

No. But despite the black hole, normal space is restoring itself. There are fewer and fewer reports of false readings.

That’s great news, I really miss Harry you know. I wonder what Louis and Joyce are…

Hush Marc Brown. It is all about you right now. You must think about yourself.

I am, that is why they all come to mind. We are a team Mary…

Then stop playing the game and sit on the bench or I will send you to the locker room Marc Brown.

Yes my lovely coach, can I call Sarah?

Absolutely not. The locker room is the sedative I can order Marc. Are you on the bench?

Yes and our team is short-handed of pros. How will we win Mary?

Okay Marc, seasons over. Recuperate for the next season, remember, you are the champs.

Oh yes. A new season is coming. Marc complied and fell back to sleep but a dream of a discussion with people without faces troubled his rest. He awakened calling out for Daniel Martin, but of course he received no reply. Mary is not lying next to him. He wondered if she is dancing in the atrium. He laughed and turned over to sleep once more. But the faceless voices persisted and demanded his approval of their measures which are quite different from what Marc is hoping for.

The Nutopians are Humans, Marc argued in his sleep. They must be integrated into society as such without prejudice. What is your problem with that? Marc asked angrily.

No problem if you can prove it Marc Brown, Marc Brown, Marc Brown… and the echo trailed into silence while Marc fell asleep into timelessness.

Chapter 2

The Federation Initiative

Number One pressed a button on his desktop console and a holographic image appeared. It is the St. Michael’s Basilica on Macon Island, the major site for the Rites of the Knights of the Four Angels. Number Two reported that a pre-synod meeting for the Western Hemisphere Bishops of many major Christian denominations is in session. Number One’s concern is if the Knights will be dispatched in secret to the four corners of the Earth and raise watch towers. This would be ample proof that the Church at large will plan to disrupt the advance of a World Federation if it is determined that the Federation will inhibit worlds wide religious activities in preference to strict law and order based solely on geographical necessities.

Private jets, one after another land on Macon Island’s airstrip just long enough for the Bishops and their aides to deplane. The Knights of the Four Angels security force is on duty at the disposal of each Bishop and for their protection. They appear as men in Navy blue with gold braid and gold banned Navy blue berets. They are armed with stun uzies and golden hilted sabers. Their pants are tucked into their three quarter, highly polished black boots, and the insignia on their round red arm patches are white eagles.

This is definitely a major meeting, Number One told Number Two. He wished he could listen in but the Basilica’s audio jamming equipment and bug detection methods are virtually spy proof, however, their exterior security does not allow them to fuzz visual surveillance in an electrostatic cloud which would prevent their own security measures from being effective. So until The Eagle’s Wings operative on the inside is able to report sometime after the meeting, exterior visual surveillance is as good as it gets. Thank you number Two. Number One to Number Three, pick up please, he called over inter department communications.

Three on – Number One.

The Bishops are weaving nests, copy?

Roger, initiating ‘feed the birds’ protocol, Number Three out.

Roger, thank you.

Number One to Number Four – report.

Number Four on – nothing unusual to report on location; outer intel reports that John Toole and his wife have landed, and are en route to the Higher Vision campus – over.

Is the interceptor active and en route Number Four?

Yes Number One.

Thank you, Number Four – Number Five – report.

Number Five on – nothing unusual to report on location; outer intel reports that Sir Louis DeJesus and his new bride are at the Anselm Asylum. Sir DeJesus will be treated for Impulsive Reflex Disorder. Sweet Betty is active in Mars Alpha. Number Five out.

Thank you, Number Five – Number Six – report.

Number Six on – Super Shuttle One with the United States President’s Seal is now guarded by Sweet Betty. President Martin has delivered a package, contents unknown; no inside contact available – outer intel reports that the Earth’s magnetic field is intensifying and readings are erratic, no damages sustained at this time. Number Six out.

Thank you, Number Six – Number Seven report.

Heh, snort, Number Seven on. I am en route to location – heh, nothing unusual to report – Number Seven out.

Thank you, Number Seven – Number One out.

Two men in black were waiting for Bishop Dale Thurmudsen to emerge from his rectory on his way to his transport to inform him that they have intercepted the Tooles’ and have them in custody for questioning. Bishop Thurmudsen was astounded.

I was wondering what their delay was about. Who are you? Why are they being detained?

We are the Eagles Wings, sir, we need to find out the purpose of their visit.

My visitors are my concern, I am sure they are probably totally terrified, what right and authority have you to do this?

The same right and authority we believe will be established at the meeting at the St. Michael’s Basilica you are heading to sir. We have our beliefs too. The Tooles’ were not frightened into coming, they were convinced by curiosity.

Really, well thank you for the notice, I’ll be off now – that is of course if you don’t have something to tell me which should stoke my curiosity, the Bishop laughed as he entered his transport. The men in black left the campus right behind him and went their own way.

You know Dick, I never objected to the system of the various Knighthood sects, but they have become rather intrusive as of lately and quite bothersome. They are not all noble you know. The Bishop told his chauffer who himself is a lessor Knight of the Descendants of Cain. The Bishop preferred not to imagined this. But Dick was troubled about his comment.

The Knights are gathering under one umbrella. The acid rain is about to fall. It is good that they continue to shield the ecclesia I think. It is strange how the ministry think it is God who is protecting them all of the time. Dick said in defense of the various Knights.

The vessel in God’s hands does not always know it is God who is using them, just as the tool has no mind of its own. You must be a Guardian Knight yourself, or perhaps a close relative or friend; you defend them with a passion you know. The Bishop contended.

I don’t think there is any point in me admitting to any of that sir. You know how often people lie and pretend. I wouldn’t want to be accused… Dick laughed and Bishop Thurmudsen closed the partition between them and mumbled, the insolence, before he sat back and enjoyed his ride to the airport.

Despite the fact that it was their decision to make the trip without leave from Marc Brown, Jean believes that her and her husband’s present situation is another of Marc Brown’s fine messes that he continually gets his closest friends into. They have been transported to the Eagles Wings location in a windowless vehicle, along a winding path and entered into a windowless structure which is bland and sturdy looking. The group’s footfalls echoed in the long corridor they proceeded through until they reached a well illuminated reception area filled with tables and chairs, vending machines, a media console and lounge area. Jean noticed that across from where they entered, another glass door exit revealed another shorter corridor that led to a vestibule with elevators; and within it was an area that led to a double glass, sliding doors egress, through which sun light poured, the sight of which eased some of her apprehension. John was in a quiet conversation with their guide along their path that ended at a reception desk. They were all buzzed in through a door beside the desk and entered into a rather close area which in fact is an elevator, but Jean did not know whether they were moving up or down and very soon the elevator door opened to a very bright and shining area. After you, said their guide and that is where they were left alone without a guide as the elevator doors closed swiftly behind them with him inside.

Another guide appeared, a marvelously strange looking character, a male with somewhat feminine features but he introduced himself with a deep voice and male body language. He has a strange grayish complexion, not ill looking, but glowing and vibrant as are his gray eyes and white hair. Hello Jean Toole – John Toole, I am Sir Desmond Gray, I will escort you to the meeting hall if you would be so kind as to follow me.

After you, John replied and he and Jean followed their gray escort.

They were led to a circular room and seated some distance from a convex wall screen. Everything is silvery and shiny as if its surfaces are highly polished. There escort bade them farewell and exited the room just before the silver screen lit up, and who could be described as four shadows appeared and seated themselves across from them. The screen light is not blinding but it serves its purpose well if it is indeed intended to disguise the physical features of the panel that now sits opposite them across the room in front of it. Jean and John did not feel anxious or threatened but they believed that they were in for an inquiry of sorts. The shadowy figures conversed quietly among each other as if they had no agenda prepared, and are at present discussing what they want to say and ask. Jean and John just waited patiently for them to speak. Shortly one of their voices filled the room and caused the Tooles’ to shudder at its abrupt and loud introduction, the volume of which was immediately adjusted to a more pleasant tone.

I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you, said the voice before clearing his throat. We are The Eagle’s Wings Organization. We serve the HOST. One of our objectives is to intercede in matters which are highly secret and are on the verge of being exposed, because those who have discovered them, are not aware of what they have discovered, and may open a box of woes into the worlds. Bishop Dale Thurmudsen has a premonition of an impending doom for humanity; and he, like all people having great leadership status in the worlds, does not like to feel threatened of losing his grip on his organizations impetus. Such people’s motives lead them to take rash actions for personal reasons. Our job is not to diminish the impetus or momentum of their initiatives – but just steer the proper counter forces in their direction to check their advance, while other measures are instituted to protect our own initiatives which play a very important role in the scheme of things. The inadvertent demise of our initiatives would be devastating to humanities existence. What report from Mars Alpha do you bring to the Bishop?

John feels like he is on the hot seat and his response will determine if he will be allowed to undertake his mission which is simply to ease the Bishop from the sudden shock of rejection. But this simple courtesy has become a science project. Heh, heh Mr. Representative, I am merely here as a courtesy to inform the Bishop that his services will not be required in the Lanes to Nutopia Project since Marc Brown has decided to use seasoned space people. John explained.

That is important. Do you know where these people will be chosen from John Toole?

You will have to ask Marc Brown that sir; I didn’t inquire about it.

What is your best guess?

Ex Hassle Corporation employees in Venus Alpha I suppose. It would be a logical and expedience measure. Marc believes Hassle Corp is going to strand them in Venus Alpha for lack of funds. Hassle Corporation is losing its grip on the market since the discovery of the hydronium ore depletion is causing low price sell offs in its market shares. It is a dying enterprise.

"They will be able to supply the increased demand in conversion technologies equipment, which they have considerable control in. Their stock price will rebound, and divert a market collapse and total losses for their investors. It will be more expedient if they secure those contracts which will allow them to remain in Venus Alpha, and profit while doing so as well as fund the status quo here in the Earth. But this will also be their just cause to lobby against the present administration and support General Gordon for president of the USA if they can convince him that he will win the election and place him in position to prevent any veto of a proposition that will supply funding to the Worlds Trades Commission from the Worlds Monetary Fund that they can divert to the Hassle Corporate Conglomerate. It is an obvious plan to all the players and is one that they believe will enhance World Economic Stabilization and will gain support from the conglomerate subsidiaries and sub-contractors unions.

At present General Vincent Gordon wishes to offer Hassle Corporation contracts to convert their Hydronium Ore Barges into super-sized surveillance drones with attack capability, and arm them with nuclear weapons before dispatching them into Sector B to protect a Neutral Zone between the Tri-planet area and Space Zero. This he says will insure that the Tri-planet area will remain a demilitarized zone, and protected against Nutopian invasion forces which may arise if JML Brown’s love relationship with the aliens fails to meet Human demands and the Nutopians refuse to abide by Readily Accessible Space laws. These proposed contracts will need Worlds Trade Commission approval and Worlds Monetary Fund backing before any decision about converting Venus Alpha into a weapons producing facility useful to corporate vendors, and governments can be approved. This goal is in direct opposition of the proposed Federation initiatives which fully supports the friendly Lanes to Nutopia ideas of JML Brown and the present WSC measures towards their establishment that we also support." One figure of the shadows explained.

The Federation will be nothing less than a World Military Government over Sovereign States which will be determined by their Geographical Locations. Its Socialism may not be desirable. The Nationalist and Racial Spirits as well as the Religious will have no sway in its politics. People will find it hard to believe that the Ecology, and their environment is more important than other social programs. John stressed.

The time for opinions and debates are ended, we must act in this direction or let the results of World War Three determine future measures, a shadowy figure argued.

That is exactly what it will take to accomplish World Domination, isn’t it?

That is not the Objective John Toole. Free Enterprises will exist within Geographical Boundaries, each of which will be subject to Production Zone Regulations that are specific to their locations. And their major concern will be Environmental Factors that are the basic elements of Human Survival, and not the aesthetics of fad and fashion which inspire wastefulness, and the wanton soul. The Competitive Spirit will be driven by the practicality and utility of our products.

It will never work, humans will continue to desire to display their self-expression and expect to be compensated for them, the absurd and the profane included. The Artistic Sense is a free spirit that will be impossible to suppress into extinction. John argued.

That is not the Objective; the Arts will not be excluded from societies, but they must also be subjected to the specific Zone Regulations of their location, there will be suitable districts for specific types of arts to be displayed, and recreational activities, as well as red light districts. Advertisement and media will cross all boundaries. People will be free to travel, and be safer while doing so.

It will surely be interesting to see. I’ll tell you that, John laughed. What about the Nutopians?

The Nutopians do not live on the surfaces of planets, what about them?

The subject of integration continues to fester in the Tri-planet area. Will they be required to subject themselves to Federation Law or will they stand as a nation apart from the common economy?

They will be a Colonial People in Readily Accessible Space.

Will the Tri-planet Area become their Sovereign State?

No! The Tri-planet area will be an Industrial State with Lanes to Nutopia that will extend to the Earth’s Trading Zones.

Where will the Sovereign States Government Officials Convene?

At the Centers for Living established in the United States of America.

"Marc Brown will