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(Starship is on it's way to Stalintura via through the Badlands to first defeat an enormous fleet of Reeber Pirate Warshps terrorizing the galactic quadrant. Having concluded his shift at Starship helm, Lieutenant Greenhorn enters the Captain's Lounge to unwind before getting much needed rest prior to his next assignment, the Away Team to wrecked Hesiodite ship in the Tyrelusian System.)
Good evening Lieutenant Greenhorn. Table for one?
Yes, thank you. And a hot mug of Earl Grey tea please.
Hello Greenhorn! I hear you've been picked to go on our next Away Team mission, poor fellow. Enjoy your stay in the land of living while you can. Brandy?
No thank you Amaro. Just ordered some tea.
And here it comes. Thank you so much Dorin.
Have a seat Lieutenant Amaro. Yep, going to rescue a possible survivor on a Hesiodite ship. Could be dangerous but God is with me. One way or the other I'll continue on living in the flesh or in spirit I live on.God is my strength!
Oh come on Greenhorn! Don't tell me you're one of those Bible thumping "cwazy cwistians" who believe in superstitions and mysticism like a god you can't see 'cause god doesn't exist! Always gave you more credit than to be one of those believers in voodoo!
You sound just like one of those ignorant, primitive religious bigots who still believes in a Creator. I believe in science, not ancient myths about gods. Mass and energy are the only ultimate realities.
Speaking of myths, you believe everything started with a big explosion resulting in a yummy prebiotic soup that somehow sprang to life in overwhelmingly destructive conditions, resulting in millions of incredibly complex living species? Space dust to a frog to a prince? Incredible complexity from random chance instead of intelligence?? It seems fairy tales for adults are still in style.
Greenhorn, are you completely uneducated? Science has clearly proven that everything in our universe came from a big bang and trillions of years of evolution. Enough monkeys jumping up and down in the orchestra pit will eventually play the most elegant symphony. Random chance, natural selection, and mutations do it all.
I'm not sure I'll be attending the symphony anytime soon then. The number of years for evolution keeps going up and up to allow for the impossible. First millions, then billions and now trillions. Don't you know that evolution is biologically impossible no matter how much time is allowed? Natural selection and forces of nature do not change the DNA of an individual organism at all, and can only change the total gene pool of a species by eliminating unfit individuals. The only way for organisms to acquire DNA other than what they inherited from their parents is for their DNA to change, or mutate. Otherwise, living things could never change no matter how much time passes.
That's how it happened, mutations. Over trillions of years, good mutations only have to happen once in a very long time to make it work. A bunch of them happen so quickly that they leave no fossil evidence whatsoever of the gradual transitions - you know, 'punk eek' I affectionately call it. Eminent scientists with so many degrees they can't even fit on a business card have completely proven this.
Ideas that have no physical evidence aren't scientific theories, but unscientific conjectures. Billions of transitional fossil forms were expected to be found by evolutionists, but they never were. Rather than honestly declare the whole process a scientific failure, the punctuated equilibrium concept was created to hang on to the evolutionary idea even without any supporting evidence. Evolutionists continued to deceive the public, equating evolution with science through the educational system, and ridiculing all other views as religious and unscientific. But they hoped the study of genetics would save them, and finally provide some tangible evidence for their idea.
Unfortunately for evolutionists, the field of genetics further reduced the possibility of evolution to zero. Since evolution rejects intelligence, the only way for it to occur would be random mutations beneficial to life. Although some ancient biology textbooks still present positive and negative mutations as though they were commonplace and roughly equal in number, unequivocally positive mutations are completely unknown in genetics, since they have never been observed. Science has done much to treat disease, but the worst diseases we treat are still caused by genetic mutations.
Even as far back as the twenty first century, there were over 4,000 diseases identified by mutations in DNA, but this fact was omitted from textbooks. Errors in the human genome led to crippling and often fatal heart or kidney disease, cancer, and neurological degeneration. Many were so horrible they caused preborn infants to be aborted spontaneously, because they could not even survive gestation. For example, cystic fibrosis is caused by a random change of three nucleotides in a gene that codes for a 1480-amino acid long ion transport protein, and the human genome has three billion nucleotides, or base pairs, in the DNA. That is, a random change of only three nucleotides in a three billion part genome (0.0000001%) is fatal. Genetic differences between chimps and humans, however, are far in excess of 50 million nucleotides! Therefore, it is not even remotely possible a chimp could be an evolutionary cousin of a human.
So what if there are a lot of negative mutations. It only takes a few good ones, even very rarely, to account for evolution, since there are trillions of years for evolution to work its magic.
Scientifically, it doesn't work that way. Mutations destroy organisms by preventing genes from being passed on to descendants, and many thousands of harmful mutations have been identified. Even equivocally beneficial mutations (which still have a downside) are extremely rare, less than 1 in 10,000. Even if a very rare unequivocally beneficial mutation was discovered (and none have been), the next 10,000+ mutations in any evolutionary sequence would each be fatal or crippling, and each of the next 10,000+ imaginary mutations would bring the evolution process to a halt. This would be like blindly shooting a gun thousands of times into a sophisticated engine, and expecting to improve it!
To the contrary, the genetic code is degrading over time, so inherited mutations over millions of years would have accumulated and caused complete extinction, not created or improved life. Darwin, the person who popularized the very ancient evolutionary concept, knew nothing about genetics, having died before the discipline existed. Even centuries ago now, genetic information theory proved evolutionary 'theory' to be simply a man-made and irrational philosophic belief. Random changes to information destroy the function and outcome of that information, just as random changes destroy the manufacture and function of machines. There is no mechanism for biological evolution to occur, and there has never been even a working proposal for abiogenesis (life from non life).
But real world experiments were done to show evolution in action, right?
Evolutionists tried desperately, but to no avail. In the 20th century, many genetic researchers tried to 'accelerate evolution' by increasing mutation rates. Researchers gave plants and fruit flies very high doses of radiation or other mutagens in hopes that new life forms, or at least improved organs, would result, but decades of this type of research resulted in repeated failure. Every mutation observed was deleterious to the organisms' survival. Various mutations were observed in fruit flies, like legs coming out of eyes, but not one improved mutation was observed.
But evolution is true. Evolution is science. Evolution is......
Religion? Real science completely destroys the fable of evolution, and would make the myth completely 'extinct' if not for peoples' a priori religious devotion to the concept. Evolution is a completely unfounded excuse by atheists to deny the existence of an intelligent Creator, and unfortunately many theists capitulate to the lame concept also. The root problem people have with a Creator is not fundamentally intellectual, since it is only natural to conceive complex order can only arise from an intelligent designer.
Conscious rejection of a Creator is caused because many people are proud to be their own self-centered little 'gods', and don't want to humble themselves before a genuine God they are inherently accountable to. These men especially don't want the true God of the Bible, and some, realizing the universe appears too well designed for random chance to be the cause, even go on to fantasize about mystically intelligent universes or alternate universes to keep from having to acknowledge the genuine Creator. The absolutely essential ingredient for the origin of life is infinite intelligence, and this only comes from the living Creator, Redeemer, and King of the universe.
That's interesting Greenhorn, but um, I think you've gone bonkers from to many hours at the helm staring at the stars. Maybe we can talk more another time. I'm back on duty soon. Good luck on your Away Team mission. See ya.
Fine with me. Thanks. We could continue our discussion when I get back from the Hesiodite freighter. I think I'll stay and enjoy the lounge for awhile before getting some sleep in my quarters.
(thinking to himself as he sips his tea. .....
"Oh, he left in such a huff. I hope it's not my big, impish grin".)
Another hot mug of Earl Grey tea, Lieutenant?
No thanks, too much hot tea before bedtime will just keep me wide eyed.
If you don't mind, Dorin, please bring me a pitcher of Arnold Palmer. Ok?
Well hello Lieutenant Greenhorn!
It has been a long time since we've seen you in the Captain's Lounge.
Mimi! Yes it has! Rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated, but I have been stuck behind the Helm station on the bridge since we left Yarrum. And at the rate Smitty has been throwing me course changes
Glad to see you too emerged from that brutal Civil War on Yarrum in one piece
…er, you did, didn't you?
You know me. Too weird to live, but too weird to die.
Would you care to share this pitcher of Arnold Palmer?
Arnold what? What's that? Are you kidding me??
No, no! The drink was named after a golfer who liked it.
Half iced tea and half lemonade.
Ok then … sounds very refreshing, thanks!
Say, I heard part of your conversation with Amaro a few minutes ago.
He's one of our Starship's more militant atheists.
Yes, he is definitely aggressive in communicating his beliefs.
You know, I am still undecided on the issue of God also.
I guess that makes me an agnostic.
We've known each other for a long time Mimi and I know you are still pondering this. Well labels aren't what's important, but I've always found you to be very friendly and reasonable. I can't picture you ever ridiculing others who believe differently.
I can't imagine that either. Even though I don't know about God yet either, I hope you don't ever associate me with Amaro's haughty condescending attitude toward those who believe.
Not all all. I'm well aware you and Amaro are two very different people Mimi, even though you both don't yet believe in God. The fact we're talking about this proves that, and I appreciate your sensitivity to others. It seems everyone and every religious group today is expected to be tolerant, except to those that believe in the God of the Bible that is.
You agree we should all be tolerant, yes?
Yes, for tolerance in the classic dictionary sense that is. I believe in a fair, objective and enduring attitude towards those who believe differently. But many are starting to use and redefine the word 'tolerance' to mean everyone must respect everyone else's view as equally true, consistent with the post-modernist idea that everything is relative and absolute truth does not exist. This kind of thing I don't agree with at all. This endorses intolerance and condemnation towards all who believe in absolute truth, such as orthodox Christians or Jews.
Although I hadn't thought about that before, I see what you mean and agree with you. Everyone should be equally free to choose what they believe, and communicate their beliefs to others if they choose to. People shouldn't be persecuted in any way for what they believe.
Philosophy has always tried to define absolute truth without depending on the existence of God. But after thousands of years, philosophy finally decided this isn't possible, so gave up on the idea of absolute truth entirely. Hence we now have post-modernism, which rejects absolute truth and teaches all truth is relative. So everyone is free to define their own truth, even though this really means truth in the classic sense doesn't exist at all, and logically this is self-refuting.
As Einstein correctly observed, "Relativity is for physics, not for ethics", but it seems we remember him more for his equally accurate e=mc2 formula.
Well I don't know about God, but relativism seems like nonsense to me. I know you're saying philosophy has all but concluded truth is dependent on the existence of God, so in that sense I should believe in God if I believe in truth.
Yes, you understand Mimi, and reason very objectively.
Hmmmm, something to think about. I suppose we'll be engaged in the mission at Stalintura soon if we survive this war against the Reeber Pirates, so I may not have the luxury of pondering these deep subjects for awhile.
Mimi, given you don't believe in God, how do you feel about our mission to liberate Stalintura from the atheist cult there? Do you have mixed feelings about it??
I completely support our upcoming Stalintura mission without any reservations, Greenhorn. Although I don't believe in God at this point, I realize atheism can be a cult also, so is not a cure for cultic religious behavior. I sometimes hear from atheists how religion is the leading cause of death and bloodshed, but found out that this isn't true.
Atheistic regimes devalue life and resulted in the slaughter of vastly more people than religious differences, on the order of hundreds of millions. I am completely opposed to these kinds of oppressive regimes, and we need to do whatever we can to liberate people from these tyrants.
You too Mimi, take care.
On a planet far, far away a Starfleet undercover agent makes her way
through the city streets controlled by the Thought Police of the atheist
dominated government who will arrest, imprison, torture and liquidate
anyone even remotely suspected of believing in a "mythical" god under
the authority of the mandated 'FREEDOM FROM RELIGION EDICT' from
an atheist Cult Leader known to the planet's oppressed as Big Brother.
(thinking to herself as she waits for
a Thought Police patrol to go by...)
Be calm, be expressionless, do not let Christ shine through you.
So terribly dangerous to let thoughts wander when in any public
place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing can give
me away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety, a habit
of muttering to myself, anything that carries with it a suggestion
of abnormality, having something to hide. In any case to wear an
improper expression on your face, is itself a punishable offense.
It is even an offense listed in the "Freedom From Religion Edict"
CAPITAL OFFENSE 66: "FACECRIME"
Well now, let's just see how my hours of prayer and meditation are about to pay off. My Christian warrior's mind is freely flowing from one object to another with only a mirror image of such things. What I look at flows over me, as I think only about the end of this nightmare. I must look like all the others… vacant. Empty vessels that carry sleeping souls.
And there they go, did not even look at me... I am liking that. Liking but not smiling. My meditative prayers make me able to maintain this look, but for those who's programming is wearing off and are coming out from under it. It would be so impossible for them to hide their emotions as they would not get a strong foothold quick enough to be able to control their faces from registering what they are thinking . That is why outside help is the only way to go. Their only hope. The Milky Way Galactic Republic's Starfleet!
Lord, the worst is the children with the empty eyes. I can not look at them as my face would surely show my anger at such evil.
So reminiscent of the nazis, these atheists are, with children turning in parents.
Brothers turning in brothers.
Oh my God, here it goes down again! Got to remember, do not look to the left or right, show no curiosity as that is not acceptable. Oh my, they are arresting that child, wonder what his crime was, keep walking and do not look back. He is not even putting up a struggle. Some do look forward to reprogramming as it is hard work to hide among the dead. Even a flicker of life is hard to hide, and it does take much work to show no emotion over the horrors of this place.
A horrible but familiar sight everyday on this planet. A finger pointed from the shadows at another and S W O O S H....... someone, a man, a woman or child is quickly hauled away to atheist reprogramming or worse, liquidation. Their supposed crime, a smile, a reflection of the
LOVE of GOD.
May the Lord send Starfleet here soon to put an
end to this atheist cult's domination of this planet!
(Francesca walking down street
toward her tiny apartment....... )
Oh Lord how I hate this place… it reeks of quiet evil. And yet I must keep my fingers from plugging my nose mentally. What a world! Wonder which circle of hell this is… I am guessing either the sixth as heretics, or eighth, conscious fraud or treachery…
Well at least I have learned how to keep blank eyes... A talent I can use in my way of life I am guessing. It is just such a nightmare to see such eyes in children. How is it that on whatever world is held by powerful Atheists are worse than the religious fanatics who want to force their gods on otherS? No mercy is part of their doctrine for those who have no doctrine it would seem.
Oh, the urge to look over my shoulder is instinct and fighting instinct is harder than hell in a place where one needs some one to watch one's back. Fear is in the air always here, but I guess I will not have to write that in my report as these places are always run by fear. That this is not my home I am forever grateful Father. I thank you Lord that I was not raised in such a place for how would I ever escape when I did not know there was anything different to escape to. I was sent here by the Milky Way Galactic Republic Starfleet to prepare the way for this planet's liberation and for it's return to the community of free and prosperous planets.
Here comes the teacher who lives down the hallway. He smiles and is courteous but here in this place one can not trust anyone not even those who smile so nicely. Nod "good day" to him and move on, ask him later if he's got your book when you get home. No one stops to talk on the street here. This fear has kept folks from anything but the most cordial pleasantries. Fear built on the bones of successive regimes or godless atheists right into the present and he who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past.
Just this short trip to the market is a journey into hell, the only saving thing is that it is as if the others are all sleeping they have been here so long. They walk, talk and eat asleep. The new generation enters life with built-in amnesia, artificially induced and maintained. They put no effort into being empty of emotion as there is no emotion in them. ..... later in her small Room Francesca sits with her science reader, a grade seven book that Mr. Huzgoli brought home for her to brush up on her science as she said she could recall little of what she had learned when she was younger. There was something in his eyes that said "Oh really" but was not spoken. He handed over the book without a word when she came to his door. There eyes met but both looked away. Not willing to take any chance whatsoever that the other may have something to say that may not be quite right.
Actually government programming was not worth watching anyway, but one did as it was the only distraction in a place where the art of conversation was lost for fear of treachery but one must seem to be keeping up with the latest propaganda the government put out in dribs and drabs to keep the masses in their place.
She wanted to get the book read as she would have to return it in the morning, no one was allowed to take home with them any kind of reading materials. And each and every book must be accounted for. The atheists had the technology to run a whole planet politically with an iron fist but information technology was open only to government workers of high security as hackers were once such a huge problem. That was no longer a problem. No technology for the lower classes. Now little booklets were handed out or notices are posted on the viewscreens. Children learned from little books until they were in the older grades and then were taught by viewscreen courses only. They had no technology that was open to anyone who was not part of the upper party hierarchy. And to be found with any was a death sentence, no trial, just death. Same went for weapons of any kind, infractions were handled then and there. And it was clearly a deterrent that worked as there had been no public executions in the recent past.
She opened the book… and there it was on page one… an amoeba, well here it was called forward crawling out of the ocean. And it seemed to have a face. At least eyes… She laughed out loud and the sound filled the room, her hand flew to her mouth and the silence was deafening. Fear crept up her spine and she realized she was holding her breath. Slowly she let out her breath and tried to quiet her heart for it seemed to be beating like a drum that could be heard for miles.
After a year here she still could not control her emotions the way that those who were born into this place could. No point in listening for boot steps now as it would be morning before anyone would report this outburst if it was reported at all. Most would be asleep by now... and most would not care if someone cared to take the chance to laugh, as so few had anything to laugh about. Might as well read on as morning would be coming soon enough. And it would be either jail, death, or back to her job of sweeping out the stalls on the grounds of the common market place. One good thing about that job was she could keep her head down and yet hear conversations from all walks of life. Once again this theory that life came from the ocean, muddy water or the amino acids in the stars and was just a fluke is what gives those murderous megalomaniacs the power needed to run their whole ugly show. With this theory give the strong the right to wipe out the weak and helpless. To keep all that was good for themselves as this is what nature intended. Those who were helpless had no one to blame but nature for making them that way.
She thought back to all the books she had read on the worlds that used this theory to keep their people unaware of the fact that they were more than an accident or a mutation. And that the strong were only those who had the weapons to kill them, no matter what size or from what genetic pool they came from. All one had to do to keep the masses down was convince them that they belonged down there with the pond scum. This world had no monkeys or goegoes to descend from, so here they were a branch of a bipedal fish like being that could breathe air and walk short distances on land. Many other worlds would have loved to have had such an animal to point to and say there is your Father. They had little drawings of a fish morphing into a man, and that they had no skeletal remains to show this transformation was not in the least worrisome as no one dared to mention that fact.
As she turned the pages of the book she made sure not to laugh again, and in truth there was nothing else funny in this book. They proved this theory by showing the fetus of a baby with gills in its first trimaster. So ludicrous because even the most hard headed anatomy researcher had to admit that there was no structure related to this sack that had anything more than a superficial likeness of gills. But oh how they used this little similarity to chain them to that fish. While these arches and pouches develop into part of the face, muscles of mastication and facial expression, bones of the middle ear, and endocrine glands in man, the sacks in other animals was used for similar features in all other embryos. In fish they turn to gills, but in man there is no dna that can turn these into gills. And in fish there was no dna in that sack that could turn it into the jaw of a man.
None of this was a surprise to Francesca. She had seen it all before. Other worlds same old lies and same old keeping the masses in place. And every time she ran into this she would think of Ecclesiastes 11:5 from the Bible here forbidden to possess....
"As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things."
And she knew that the people who knew the truth of this, were even now somewhere on this planet working to try and unlock the genetic code that would allow them to make their own instant human atheist warriors. This had always been a dream of Big Brother and yet it was not within their reach as God had put up barriers that none could cross.
She thought of the blank eyed children sitting in a class room being told that only the strong survive. That they were not the strong, but the weak. They had their place in this world and that was to work for those whose power had raised them above the rest. This was not to be questioned. Whenever a religion or a power does not allow its doctrines to be questioned then you have found their Achilles heel. Of course knowing the truth and being able to speak it are two different things.
On other planets it was an rather easy painless transformation that was made. The Theist resistance often took over the communication medias and used them to reach the masses. That was better than an armed confrontation. Saved much loss of life. This would not be the case here, as Government viewscreens were not capable of this sort of manipulation. Each week a disc was given to the lower classes at their place of work. This was a week's supply of news, and government propaganda. There were shows put on by government actors and always had a good message of obedience. This was a thorn in the side of the Theist fifth column. How to reach the people. The people handed in their disc each week and received a new one. Taking control of a satellite system or a broadcasting station was not possible in this situation. But then that was not her problem, or her job. Her job was reconnaissance, blend in and live the life, become a fountain of information. And while this was a rather easy job compared to some she had done in the past it always came back to the children. Blank empty eyed children of a godless regime are the most haunting thing she would remember of this place.
Being told that they were a flawed and an unworthy part of a species who's only purpose was to serve those whose nature had been kinder to. Never to rise above their station, never to leave the streets they grew up on, to follow their parents into the grave just like those before them. Wormfood. Uninspired, unhappy and lost. So unlike the children of the rich atheist upperclass who had a bright and rosy future in front of them, regardless of their brain power or talents.
What symphonies were lost, what great works of literature left unwritten, sciences lagging behind, inhumane uncaring medical services, centuries behind in all technoological advances in the rest of the galaxy..... all prices to pay for keeping the masses in a sterile environment. One common reality that exists in all atheist societies. No belief in a Creator nullifies anyone's ability to create.
It almost made her cry, but her heart had to be strong for here emotion was not allowed, here tears were seen as a weakness, emotion seen as a belief in God, and what on Stalintura was there to cry over anyway they would have said to her. For those who are lost do not know that they are lost, just that they are empty. The atheist rich fill this emptiness up with other things, lavish dinners, cocktails at lunch, powerboats and fast shuttlecraft. They spend their day finding new ways to keep themselves pampered and blind. This was not an option to the poor, they sat in their rooms, ate cabbage soup and waited for the next day's work. Many would wonder why do they not rise up like those of the Bazgarian Revolution on Seamar, or the French Revolution on Earth. But this would never happen here, one only fights to rise up when one knows one is being held down. The old "I am as good as anybody else" did not exist here. Atheists here had made sure of that, once they were in power they destroyed all records of the past, and wrote a new history for their people. Those who spoke out were dealt with quickly and harshly. So the lower classes ended up becoming the willing slaves of the atheist upper classes. Well she had better get to sleep, as she had a long day of sweeping ahead of her tomorrow.
She wondered how Mora, the woman she replaced was doing. Mora had moved from the barracks to a room when an old sweeper passed away. That is how it worked here. She would be one of the blessed with her own room to return to each evening. It had been a simple matter for Francesca to replace her as no one would miss Mora. That was a thing of sadness to Francesca that Mora was so lost in this world that even when she went missing no one would look. And even if one missed her no one dared to ask. This sadly was an advantage to her Francesca thought.
Mora had been born with a lazy eye that later corrected itself, but her government ordered sterilization took place right after she reached puberty. There will be no flaws even in the lowest workers that would be acceptable to the atheist megalomaniacs in power. Babies with greater flaws, blind or crippled were put down immediately. Parents were not told much, just that their child did not live. To parents this sometimes seemed a blessing as this world was a hard place to live, and joy was not in anyone's heart. Except to those who secretly clung to God. Their children that lived were placed in a nursery that parents could visit in the evening for an hour a day, but they could not leave the grounds. When their child was finished it's schooling it was given the same job as his or her parents. Hence Mora's parents had been sweepers, like their grandparents before them. Big brother dictates so.....
All the sweepers are women, and all the ones who cleaned toilets, and emptied garbage, washed linens and prepared vegetables are women. The men sweepers are the ones who look after the streets, operate the machines, and maintaining the walkways. There are classes within the classes and as it is on most Godless worlds women and children are at the bottom with the weight of the upper classes on top of them. All are watched closely by the Atheist Thought Police on a prowl everywhere.
Under the ideal system of communism / atheism which is supposed to be a classless society, in reality it has more layered classifications of people than any other political / economic system. Never the less all classes are impovershed except for the Elite, the hierarchy of the "true" and trusted atheists in the government, Party members hand picked by Big Brother.
On Stalintura, government propaganda states everyone is equal. But the unspoken truth all over the planet is that the atheists are "more" equal.
She reached the Director of Prisons and Hospitals. How these two things got connected she could not imagine but they had and so with a little ingenuity she was able to do some real work but it had to be done fast as she like all sweepers was timed by the cameras that had the eyes of Big Brother everywhere including Stalintura Thought Police Hovercraft always peering into every window reminding all that Big Brother is watching.... so you'd better OBEY!
Especially in this place but Francesca had a picture of this room and after she entered she walked toward the bathroom, the only place Big Brother's eyes did not follow here in the tower of money and power. As it moved to follow her just as she stepped out of the frame and in less than two seconds placed the picture in a holder just inches from the eye and so the room looked empty and the bathroom door was closed. The camera would not move again until the door was opened. If one looked really close one could see that the clock on the wall did not move but this was the only thing she could think of that could trip her up. The camera was stopped at the bathroom door so anyone looking would assume that she was in the washroom.
The powers that be had made a few mistakes in their master plan. And one of those mistakes was having underpaid, overworked, minions watching these cameras. They were not fearful of this exact kind of behavior that she was demonstrating at this moment because it had not been done in the past, so they did not expect it to be done now. She walked over to the desk on little cat feet as the cameras could pick up sounds along with picture. She did her work on the computer in less than two minutes and deleted her trail and walked to the camera… it was still in the same position as it was waiting for movement in the room to follow. She opened the bathroom door and walked to the camera took the picture, straightened up as if she had been bending over to tie her shoe, came into the frame smoothed out her skirt and dried her hands on her smock as if she had just washed her hands.
If she was watched it would seem like a tiny glitch in the frame. If she was lucky. In her plain unattractive cleaning woman's uniform she was sure she would be unnoticed and that was exactly what she wanted. She did not want the attention of the men on the other side of Big Brother's eyes. No, they would have no interest in the short little sweeper with that waddle in her walk. No one ever gave her a second look.
The rest of the night went without any other drama, just cleaning and then the walk home. The sun was appearing as a bright star on the horizon, slowly rising becoming brighter, lightening the sky in very infinitesimal increments, when she went out into the street. The world was just waking up and moving forward into another busy day. There was probably not many folks that could tell you what day it was, oh they knew it was day 9 of a 10 day shift, but as for the date or the day... they probably had no idea. Why should they, no one day was any more important than another?
Except the day off between shift change. That was usually day eleven. The sweepers worked ten days on and then one day off, work ten days and one day off. There was no such thing as a Sabbath here for the days off were staggered and so there was no family meetings, no special meal, no grandmothers kisses. Ha, she thought, no one here even had a grandmother, well no one knew their grandmother, all that information was lost to those who lived under this regime. And it was meant to be that way. Family undermines the regime. Only family anyone was supposed to know of was Big Brother. Walking home she thought of the message on the screen that played about once an hour for the last twenty four hours. It bragged on and on about how safe the streets were now, how they were safe to walk home without fear of being mugged or raped. She smiled at the ground, for no one feared to be mugged or raped anyway, what would be the point of mugging someone who had no money and as for rape, where were there no Big Brother's staring camera eyes to get a way with that kind of thing, and anyone caught on the street after dark would be easy to find because there was no one on the streets. Except the Atheist Thought Police. Always ready to pounce on someone they suspect of being a believer in God.
Yes the streets were safe now, safe and empty. The only reason she was here was the sun was rising and after six any one who had business on the streets could walk around freely. But you would not want to be caught out of place, oh no that would be bad. Francesca thought about the total lack of sex drive here on this world, and while she had no proof she felt it was something in the water, some drug meant to control those who would normally be seeking mates. She feared to drink the water but it was all that was offered to the lower classes. So she drank as little as possible.
She loosened her bun and let her hair fall, as she walked past the last of the Government Buildings. It was so quiet still, but soon the streets would be filled with the G.W.s the Government workers. They moved about in the same kind of quiet automated stare at the ground kind of way. They seemed to her to be nothing more than the cattle. They knew the rules, and followed them because it was painful to touch that electric fence. And after generations, the powers that be did not even need to turn the fence on any more because the cattle had learned now by instinct that one did not go past the fence.
These certainly were the lost sheep here, or cattle, but the fact was this was not what their Creator had intended for them. She would guess that none of those with whom she worked with had ever seen the mountains or the deserts, the beauty of the oceans, or the feel of sand beneath their feet. No these things would cause wants, and you can not have that in a lower class society, wants were dangerous.She would not classify this city as beautiful, she would call it functional, sterile, spiritually dead. This planet had beautiful cities built centuries before by Monotheists. But this was not one of them. This city was built upon the bones of believers under the Atheist yoke of slavery to build a new city, a new Capital, Marxinia, to honor the Atheist Revolution. And what a visual displeasure it is. Totally mundane! Functional!
One fact known throughout the galaxy is that Atheists do not know how to create. They lack, or should one say deny, that divine spark within them where all creativity originates from. Denying God within them they emphasize their souless humanity but in irony becoming much less so. Without God, humanity devolves to the lowest order of the animal kingdom, noncreative, greedy, selfish, vicious predators. No human could ever paint a sky like God does. But those who believe in God CAN replicate such beauty fairly close. What a difference a divine spark makes! Love goes into the creation by honoring the Creator.
No one here would ever see the difference between the cities of function and the city of pleasure. Of course it was not called the city of pleasure, it was called Reginan. There the wine ran like rivers and the Atheist women wore diamonds and pelts of dead animals on their backs. She shivered at the thought of wearing death as a garment. Francesca would have liked to see Reginan but that would not have been wise, for there she would have a harder time blending in, keeping a low profile. And information was not be so easy to access there as there were few places in the pleasure city that real work was actually done and there were none of her kind there. No, the workers of that city were all from the classes above hers. Those who openly reject God and proclaimed allegiance to Big Brother. But still they were watched even more closely for there was always the temptations one saw all around one, and the punishment was prison.
For the lower classes the punishments was death. No repeat offenders. Funny in the science fictions of old they always sent the naughty folks to be rehabilitated so they could return and become functioning members of society. But on the last three worlds she had been on, disobedience was always handled the same way, death for the poor and rehabilitation for the rich. On this planet only the Atheists are the rich. One thing Francesca knew about this world was there was not a person here who had not seen the Atheist Thought Police thugs take someone right off the street. This also was a method of intimidation, to know that you could be picked up with out so much as a tiny infraction, questioned and who knew what all. This kept all classes in line, this was a standard behavior for those who ruled with intimidation and fear. Visual demonstrations. She herself had seen this twice, once a old woman and once a young boy, each time they were startled and pleading innocence as they were taken away. And everyone looked at the pavement and said nothing. They knew the punishment for interfering with the Officers, you would get to join the person who was drug away, and that would be the last anyone had ever seen of you. And imaginations did the rest. It was even forbidden to speak their name again. Francesca knew if she was picked up she would be found out very quickly to be an imposter. For her records were not as complete as they should be but she could not from this level get into the right systems to change that. She just had to pray she was not caught. Part of her Starfleet assignment on Stalintura was to set up a fifth column within the system. Organized resistance. This she had been doing for months. She had timed the release of those held in prisons who could or would not be killed but had gone against the system. She had timed their release to match the arrival of the Starfleet Ships into this solar system. Nothing would seem out of order until that day. But by then she hoped that it would be too late to do anything about.
They were not as careful about computers in this city because the lowest classes allowed to work here don't know how to use them. Just the Atheists in control. So this was the city she had chosen to begin her work. This was not the first time she had worked within the system to set up a fifth column. She organized those who wanted to fight from the inside on Ineatiou and Yarrum among others planets before the cultbusting Starships of the Milky Way Galactic Republic arrived.
It was just much harder with the way this world Stalintura was set up. Prison was the place to find those who were not pleased with the present system, and willing to do something drastic to change the powers that be to something more to their liking. That is if she can trust those who are released. Too many will succumb to the heavy prison Atheist brainwashing and would turn on any believer in God in a heartbeat. The risk she will have to take. Trusting in the Lord to give her discernment as to who to approach, who to trust. The lower classes had no motivation to rise up, because they really do not know they are enslaved. If you do not see the mountains how do you know they exist? They accept their place as rightful and do not struggle against the ropes of tyranny that hold them in place out of view of those mountains. But the next class up, oh they knew what others had, they had seen those mountains, and while they may not have said it, they want to climb those mountains.
The problem was the Lower Class was the largest class, while just above them there were fewer for it did not take as many to run this world as it once did. Servants of the Atheist rich were all from that class. So they got a good idea how things ran. Unlike the Lower Class they were not kept in tiny rooms, and they got better food. It does not take a genius to know that you must share the wealth if you do not want a Revolution. Galactic history is clear on that. Many would be planetoid dictators had made that mistake. They flaunted their wealth in front of those who had nothing and there for nothing to lose. Here technology made it easier to deny those in the Lower Class the sights and sounds of the world they would never know. All they had to do was control what the Lower class saw on their screens, and deny them all other technology. A simple and yet effective strategy. There was no street names or numbers in this city, you had to know where you were going, When you got your job you were taken there by the route you were to use and that is how you knew where you were going. Maps were only in the hands of those who's job it was to chauffer around those of the Atheist upper classes who needed to come to the city for one reason or another. There would be no clandestine meetings on the corner of Willow and Second Ave. There would be no rallies at the old Fourth Street bridge. There were no phones or phones books for the lower classes.. If the Government had something to say to you, they knew where you were, and they could find you any time of day or night no matter where you were. There would be no uprising of the Lower Classes, and this system had worked for generations. She could not wait to tear this world down, the first thing she would recommend is changing the water system in this place. She feared it was doing more than taking one's sex drive away. Many did not realize how powerful the sex drive is, how much it plays in so many of the things we want and desire. Without it many become the worker bees and do not care how long they move about doing the same old work over and over. The human body naturally puts survival ahead of pleasure, and here survival was all about not making waves, or babies.
Biologists say humans are the only species in which females are sexually aroused by their own pheromones — so "feeling sexy" is necessary to feel desire. And it would be hard to feel sexy in this place, even without the drugs. She knew women here were chosen at a certain time of life to have a child. One child. Subsequent pregnancies garner immediate abortions. A mate was chosen for them but the child was not created in the old fashion way but in a test tube sort of way. They were given the chance to see this child as it grew up under Big Brother's tutelage, but there was not great interest in this as there was no hope for a happy life here, no getting to be a doctor, or administer, no love match, no anything, just work.
No there were no family bonds being made in this place. Nothing to fight and die for, and death was the only release here.
As she entered the apartment building where she lived her eyes met the eyes of her male neighbor standing in the first floor lobby. She cast her eyes away avoiding contact. Suddenly she was aware that the emotions of her thoughts were reaching the surface of her face, and anger and frustration were probably being picked up by the watchful eyes of the never ending gaze of Big Brother's camera eyes. She was also aware that her pace had picked up, meaningful strides now actually meant meaningful strides. She slowed her pace and her breathing. Like ripples on the water she calmed herself. She did not look around to see if this had been noticed, that in itself would have been noticed. She inwardly reprimanded herself and decided to no longer think as she walked, even that had become dangerous. If you have a hundred sleepwalkers on this street one clown is sure to stand out. She was very angry with herself but she could not even let that show. How she hated this planet. But then she was the only one here having to pretend to be something she was not, asleep.
As Francesca enters her apartment she breathes a little easier but still can not totally relax and be her true self. For Big Brother's gaze is everywhere. Even in this lower class hovel she temporarily calls her home for now. Remembering wall portraits of Jesus Christ in homes on free Theist planets where His eyes seemed to follow you everywhere, Big Brother is everywhere on Stalintura observing every move. Except here it's just another being on the opposite end of those camera eyes taking notes on suspicious activity.
Still, Francesca laughs inside at the peculiar signs she read on the streets this morning. Being the previous historic planetary season of what Christians throughout the galaxy recognize as Christmas, here the signs are reading "Why believe in a god? Just be good for goodness sake!" HILARIOUS! (Still... "Supress laughter!")
Sounds great, doesnt it? Just be good for goodness sake. You dont need some Big Man in the Sky telling you what to do. You can be a wonderful person simply by doing the right thing. If atheist's truly believed that then why are Big Brother's eyes everywhere? Why are the Atheist Thought Police thugs everywhere? Why the incessant brainwashing "There is no God!"
Like all cults, Atheism is just a deluded myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.
Because there's one big problem with the whole premise of Atheism: without God, there can be no moral choice. Without God, there is no capacity for free will.
That's because a Godless world is a soulless world. Virtually all faiths hold that God endows sentient beings with the unique ability to choose their actions, the ability to transcend biology and environment in order to do good. Transcending biology and environment requires a higher power, a spark of the supernatural. As Earthling philosopher Rene Descartes put it "Although I possess a body with which I am very intimately conjoined (my soul) is entirely and absolutely distinct from my body and can exist without it".
Deluded atheists derogatorily label the idea of soul / body dualism as the ghost in the machine. Nonetheless, the entire legal and moral system throughout the galaxy is based on the ghost in the machine. That is the presupposition that sentient beings can choose to do otherwise. We can only condemn or praise individuals if they are responsible for their actions. Societies don't jail tribbles for grain theft or dogs for assaulting cats because they aren't responsible for their actions. But societies routinely lock up kleptomaniacs and violent felons.
Not only galactic criminal justice systems presuppose a Creator but everywhere the entire notions of freedom and equality do. On her home planet they hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Human equality must spring from a Creator, because the presence of a soul is all that makes humanoids human and equal. Biology suggesting inherent inequality is theorizing the sort of Hegelian social Darwinism embraced by totalitarian dictators, not the principles of equality articulated by the Founding Fathers of the Milky Way Galactic Republic.
Without a soul, freedom too is impossible because then beings are all just slaves to their biology. According to Atheists, human beings are intensely complex machines. Our actions are determined by our genetics and our environment. According to Atheists, if we could somehow determine all the constituent material parts of the universe, we would be able to predict all human action down to the exact moment. That's madness! Freedom is generically defined as the power to determine action without restraint. But if action without restraint is impossible, how can we fight for freedom?
If there is no God, there is no freedom to choose. If there is no freedom to choose, there is no good or evil. There is merely action and inaction. There is no way to be good for goodness sake. That would require an act of voluntary will far beyond human capacity.
Atheists simply gloss over this point pretending they can have ethics and values based on their built-in drives toward a moral life. But without a soul, this is wishful thinking of the highest order. Since when does biology dictate a moral drive? If it did, wouldn't humans always get more rather than less moral? Wouldnt history be a long upward climb? What about the murderers, rapists, child molesters and genocidal dictators? Are they all ignoring that built-in drive toward a moral life?
No matter how one may try to reason, all factors point to the overwhelming evidence that Atheist theories are intellectually and morally bankrupt. Total narcissistic delusion. Instead of worshipping the one true perfect Supreme Being, Atheists always create a personality cult of an imperfect being, a creation, for all others to worship. Self delusion to the maximum!
Atheism may seem to work for individuals. There are moral Atheists and there are immoral religious people. But reality is atheism doesn't work for individuals either, even if one ignores the afterlife.
And as a system of philosophic thought, Atheism cannot be the basis for any functional or free state. Stalintura is the ample evidence. If freedom and equality are to be protected and preserved, beings must understand the value of recognizing God. We must always recognize the flame of divinity, free will, that God implanted within each of us.
The Atheist powers in control of Stalintura are artificially through force trying to destroy the people's natural free will. Many evil empires, dark principalities, have tried it before. All before have failed in the end. Francesca will do all she can to restore that self evident truth on this planet. When that day comes there will be a shout of freedom that will echo from one corner of the universe to the next. God's truth and the freedom God has given the souls He has created will not be supressed forever!
boyNot so good sir. The pain from their beatings keeps me from sleeping.I know they will come again for me soon... a Thought policeman killedmy parents right before my eyes. The Atheists kept me alive to provethey can make me abandon God... but I keep praying for deliverance.No matter what they do to me... I will not deny my belief in our God!!
(In the Iosef Prison Warden's Office, Commissar Karlinova, Head of the Thought Police and First Deputy to Big Brother is listening in to Theists prisoners' whispered conversation.....)
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