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He surveyed the building site. Teams B and E had made good progress over the last 30 hours, and would be rewarded. The others.. average. Perhaps more adrenaline before their next shift.
Such a curious breed, he pondered to himself. A strange form of emotion, so indirect, formed entirely via blood hormone levels. Maybe his own emotion had formed this way, across many generations before him. This breed unquestionably demonstrated a turning point in evolution. Still, whatever the reasoning, this underdeveloped consciousness allowed him almost total control of their emotions, and he intended to exploit it.
His interest in the species ran further though. For several millennia he had casually observed their native planet, occasionally experimenting on individuals and groups, testing them, toying with them. Indeed, soon he would see fruition of one of his more intricate experiments. With nations on the brink of war and most of the planet drawn into the surrounding controversy, it was both with a keen interest and a degree of sadness that he observed a time in the species’ development where a mere handful of pre-conditioned individuals could be used to such effect. Sadness in that it marked a time where things would have to change. In just a few hundred cycles, two millennia at the very most, they would develop sufficiently to leave their planet’s system. Things would have to change.
Not for the first time he pondered levelling enough of the planet to extend this show. No, he thought. Change must be embraced.
Still, perhaps now they would carry out the necessary actions even without his input.
Such a curious breed.
Such a curious breed, he pondered to himself. A strange form of emotion, so indirect, formed entirely via blood hormone levels. Maybe his own emotion had formed this way, across many generations before him. This breed unquestionably demonstrated a turning point in evolution. Still, whatever the reasoning, this underdeveloped consciousness allowed him almost total control of their emotions, and he intended to exploit it.
His interest in the species ran further though. For several millennia he had casually observed their native planet, occasionally experimenting on individuals and groups, testing them, toying with them. Indeed, soon he would see fruition of one of his more intricate experiments. With nations on the brink of war and most of the planet drawn into the surrounding controversy, it was both with a keen interest and a degree of sadness that he observed a time in the species’ development where a mere handful of pre-conditioned individuals could be used to such effect. Sadness in that it marked a time where things would have to change. In just a few hundred cycles, two millennia at the very most, they would develop sufficiently to leave their planet’s system. Things would have to change.
Not for the first time he pondered levelling enough of the planet to extend this show. No, he thought. Change must be embraced.
Still, perhaps now they would carry out the necessary actions even without his input.
Such a curious breed.
Hooplah wrote:
> It's the equivalent of watching They Live, deciding that John
> Carpenter has some insight into what's really going on, then hanging
> round with your mates and starting fights over sunglasses.
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Sounds cool!
"Put them on dammit"
> It's the equivalent of watching They Live, deciding that John
> Carpenter has some insight into what's really going on, then hanging
> round with your mates and starting fights over sunglasses.
---
Sounds cool!
"Put them on dammit"
I wouldn't advise L Ron Hubbard's Science Fiction, although it's not particularly bad, it's just that he thinks that's what's really going on. Almost exactly what you've written in fact. Loads of people, including such movie notables as John Travolta and Tom Cruise threw loads of money at him and his religion, Scientology.
It's the equivalent of watching They Live, deciding that John Carpenter has some insight into what's really going on, then hanging round with your mates and starting fights over sunglasses.
People that read Hubbard are the same type of Sci Fi fans that sit around in their Star Trek uniforms, daydreaming about being beamed up by the Enterprise, because it's all real and only they are worthy of being contacted.
So unless you're sitting in your Spock ears with a fake tricorder right now, don't go there.
It's the equivalent of watching They Live, deciding that John Carpenter has some insight into what's really going on, then hanging round with your mates and starting fights over sunglasses.
People that read Hubbard are the same type of Sci Fi fans that sit around in their Star Trek uniforms, daydreaming about being beamed up by the Enterprise, because it's all real and only they are worthy of being contacted.
So unless you're sitting in your Spock ears with a fake tricorder right now, don't go there.
Lol, I'll try :^)
Might have to go look for those authors when I've cleared my current backlog of books I want to read...
Might have to go look for those authors when I've cleared my current backlog of books I want to read...
Reminds me of Arthur C Clarke's style of writing, or the quite mad L Ron Hubbard. It depends though; Either you have the nice ability to be able to look at the human race as an objective observer, or you actually think that this is happening now, as we speak.
Don't be a Looney Tune, the Earth might be a lot of things, but it is not a giant Petry dish.
;0)
Don't be a Looney Tune, the Earth might be a lot of things, but it is not a giant Petry dish.
;0)
Interesting. Some sort of twisted God stuff there...
He surveyed the building site. Teams B and E had made good progress over the last 30 hours, and would be rewarded. The others.. average. Perhaps more adrenaline before their next shift.
Such a curious breed, he pondered to himself. A strange form of emotion, so indirect, formed entirely via blood hormone levels. Maybe his own emotion had formed this way, across many generations before him. This breed unquestionably demonstrated a turning point in evolution. Still, whatever the reasoning, this underdeveloped consciousness allowed him almost total control of their emotions, and he intended to exploit it.
His interest in the species ran further though. For several millennia he had casually observed their native planet, occasionally experimenting on individuals and groups, testing them, toying with them. Indeed, soon he would see fruition of one of his more intricate experiments. With nations on the brink of war and most of the planet drawn into the surrounding controversy, it was both with a keen interest and a degree of sadness that he observed a time in the species’ development where a mere handful of pre-conditioned individuals could be used to such effect. Sadness in that it marked a time where things would have to change. In just a few hundred cycles, two millennia at the very most, they would develop sufficiently to leave their planet’s system. Things would have to change.
Not for the first time he pondered levelling enough of the planet to extend this show. No, he thought. Change must be embraced.
Still, perhaps now they would carry out the necessary actions even without his input.
Such a curious breed.
Such a curious breed, he pondered to himself. A strange form of emotion, so indirect, formed entirely via blood hormone levels. Maybe his own emotion had formed this way, across many generations before him. This breed unquestionably demonstrated a turning point in evolution. Still, whatever the reasoning, this underdeveloped consciousness allowed him almost total control of their emotions, and he intended to exploit it.
His interest in the species ran further though. For several millennia he had casually observed their native planet, occasionally experimenting on individuals and groups, testing them, toying with them. Indeed, soon he would see fruition of one of his more intricate experiments. With nations on the brink of war and most of the planet drawn into the surrounding controversy, it was both with a keen interest and a degree of sadness that he observed a time in the species’ development where a mere handful of pre-conditioned individuals could be used to such effect. Sadness in that it marked a time where things would have to change. In just a few hundred cycles, two millennia at the very most, they would develop sufficiently to leave their planet’s system. Things would have to change.
Not for the first time he pondered levelling enough of the planet to extend this show. No, he thought. Change must be embraced.
Still, perhaps now they would carry out the necessary actions even without his input.
Such a curious breed.