8/13/2014

Cosmic Pull

5/08/2014

Responsibility

I'm tired.

The world needs you.

The world doesn't need me. The world got on just fine for millions of years with out me.

Humanity then.

And, that's worth saving?

I think it is.

You think it is? What makes your opinion so important? I am tired. Let the world, let humanity, save its self.

But...

But, what? I'm not a hero. I am one human being, gifted by circumstance, by chance, with great power. And, until recently, I chose to use that power for whatever I perceived the greater good to be. Today I choose to not use that power. I make that choice for the greater good. What, I, perceive the greater good to be.

I hate you.

Many will.

What will we do?

What did you do before me?

What will we do with out you?

What. Did you do. Before me?

Nothing will be the same.

Everything will be the same. In today's world, will I even be remembered a year, a decade, a century on? Honestly, am I all that likely to be the last... gifted?

You were the first.

Was I? Maybe, I was just the least smart. I sold my power cheaply. I flaunted it publicly. And, for what? Adulation? Groupies? A feel good sense of holier than thou martyrdom?

What... What will you do?

Nothing.



4/02/2014

Grodd Complex

I see them.

They don’t think I notice their glares and pathetic grinning. They think I don’t notice their mockery and movements of curling their arms to scratch their arm pits or the beating on their chest.

I cannot help but notice them even if I look away. They smell horrible. They have no sense of what they smell like. So much perfume masking their musk and the fetid breath from eating the food that is served to them.

Oh and how they holler. Their voices carry.

“Mom, look at the monkey!”

I am not a monkey. I am an ape. Monkeys have tails. Monkeys chatter incessantly signifying their fears, their wants, all whilst flinging feces at each other in some sort of game of dominance. You are the monkey. A hairless, tailless monkey living in a cage you do not see.

“Hey, it looks like he’s thinking!”

I am capable of so much more than acting like I’m thinking. I’ve created more drafts of technology in my mind than your most applied scientists. The marvels I’ve seen outstrip what your race has created. If it weren’t for the constraints that I have put upon myself, I would show you what true thinking looks like. I would bring you to your knees with a thought, with less than a wink of an eye.

“Dad, make him move!”

Movement. You don’t even understand movement. This world spins at over 17 miles per second on it’s axis and nearly 1200 miles per second on it’s annual trip around the sun. I’ve seen countless duplicates in the multiverse and many other worlds that have movement that you cannot imagine, child.

Were it not for my own will, I would make you move. I would have you climb the safety wall and move into my enclosure. I would make you dance like a puppet as I have done with so many of your ilk on other worlds. You are all so pedestrian.

Until I know the time is right, I will sit here in disguise. I will not allow you to notice I am more than what you think of as an average ape. I am so much more. When the time is right, you hairless, tailless monkeys will know the truth.

Chaos is coming. Utter and complete destruction is in alignment and making way for this tiny unenlightened orb. Your greatest scientists cannot even fathom what is coming. They cannot stop it. They cannot conceive of what I have put in motion before breaking the barrier between worlds to arrive here.

Until then, I will sit and contemplate how I will tear their world apart. They will know the power that comes from within. They will know me when I reveal myself and it will be their undoing. Here, there is no league to stop me. There is no red robin, dark bat, or scarlet-clad clown. Here the populace has no alien citizens that will intervene.

Here, on this weaker duplicate, they will know the power of Grodd.

2/25/2014

Unity

Hope.

Free will.

These are the things that hold us back.

That nagging sense of individualism is certainly a problem.

And, many people still labor under the mistaken belief that they crave such abstracts as “truth” and “freedom.”

Ladies, gentlemen, members of The Board, I have a solution. I call it Unity.

Back in the early twenty-first century scientists deduced that what we call, for lack of a better word, hope, was an evolutionary adaptation. Hope is what allows us to endure the deaths of loved ones, it is what keeps us getting up in the morning, it is what drives us to strive for bigger and better... profits.

Yes, its value to us as movers and shakers in this big old expanding world is probably incalculable. But, to the laborers? To the poor that still squat on our island making excuses for their presence, blaming us for their own lack of fore sight?

Well, hope leads to exercises – regrettable exercises – of free will. Really, on a practical level, its all just a fascinating soup of bio-chemistry. Hope for this, choices for that, will to change... They live too long and have the temerity to expect some kind of support after they can no longer contribute to the greater good; they become burdens to us and each other. Human Resources are – for now - an unfortunate necessity. Even in this golden day and age. But, what to do, you ask, in the mean time?

Unity. Unity deadens hope and suppresses free will. By itself, it leads to a malaise so pervasive that some of our test subjects literally starved themselves to death. Most though, when presented with the option work at nearly any repetitive task until they pass out form exhaustion. Coupled with our extensive media network?

We've experimented with covert subliminals for decades now to various degrees of success. We've tried overt propaganda, but individual rabble rousers are always asking inconvenient questions. Its tedious and requires constant maintenance. In a word, it's expensive. Both in terms of money and the talent of our creatives.

We can do better. Unity is the solution. People with out hope of their own, want to believe. People bereft of the desire to make decisions for themselves, want to be told what to believe. Subliminals have proven to be one-hundred percent more effective in the least successful of our test subjects. Propaganda that the most dead eyed citizen has been rolling their eyes at for a generation? Now, like new again.

Side effects?

Does it matter?

Well, there is the lethargy, but its rates are directly proportional to the age of the test subjects. Older subjects are more likely to cease day to day activity, or in extreme cases commit suicide. And, memory loss. There is a great deal of short term memory loss. However, being more amenable to repetitive tasks, test subjects experiencing memory loss are more than willing to do a task over and over again until it becomes rote and muscle memory. In some cases dry mouth, thirst, and diarrhea were reported. All of which are really of no concern to us. Hell, if we distribute it in the water, the latter problems are a boon!

Unity, ladies and gentlemen, is their future. And, ours.