Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

“The Americans have already surrendered their freedom. They are just too brainwashed to see it. We have been indoctrinating their children through public education for decades. The average American has no idea what the word ‘freedom’ means. The Americans spend all their time and energy fighting over marriage regulations, bathroom policies and ancient battle flags, they are weak and stupid. Americans will lay down their liberty as soon as they believe they can trade freedom for safety and security. I will ensure they get that opportunity. If you need an example, look at the NSA spying programs. Hitler would have been impressed. Americans gleefully turning over their private communications to the government; the Fuehrer would have been swollen with pride, had he lived to see the NSA!” Nox took a moment to assess the faces of the men before him and continued. “This is a long road; once we get the elite onboard, the rest will fall into place. Once they are sold on a New World Order, every media outlet on the planet will be talking it.” Nox’s voice rose. “It will be on the lips of every grade-school teacher. The Saturday morning cartoons, and church pulpits will be singing the praises of a single government. You just wait and see. People are sheep, and I am their unseen Shepard.”

General Popov pressed further, “but do really think the American people will surrender their sovereignty after seeing a few slick television commercials?”

“In just eight years the American people went from being opposed to gay marriage to favoring it. What Changed? Did they all turn gay? No! They were bombarded by favorable images of LGBTQ people in the media. The homosexual went from being some stranger, to that likable guy on my favorite TV show. The same can be done for a New World Order; only we will not just have the television outlets, but the public schools, as well. Don’t forget, the biggest publisher of school books sits right here on the Council of Three Hundred.”

The Generals all nod in agreement, whether out of adoration or fear, it did not matter to Nox.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Moscow, Russia

Present Day

Ten black SUVs raced across the tarmac from the underground bunker to the brand-new Grand Hall and hotel. Hundreds of expensive private jets were sitting just outside the hotel entrance. There were not enough hangars to house all the planes, so they were lined up in rows along the runway.

General Popov, sitting across from Nox in the luxury SUV, said, “There must be 200 million dollars’ worth of private jets sitting on the runway.”

General Ivanov added, “It’s disgusting, the wealth these greedy bastards have while others starve.”

General Papov laughed. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. You have two mansions and a fleet of cars, General.”

“That’s different. Those things belong to the people. I merely care for them while I’m serving the military.”

“Ha,” Papov laughed. “I would like to see what would happen to one of the ‘people’ if they tried to borrow the ‘people’s’ car from you. It would be off to Siberia for them, would it not?”

“You always side with the Corporations, Papov.”

Papov responded, “If you are merely a caretaker for the ‘peoples’ mansions and luxury cars; then why can’t a person that delivers valuable products or services to the people also be a caretaker for their possessions? What makes you so special? It seems to me that we take the people’s money by force through taxation; while the people voluntarily give their money to the business owner in exchange for goods and services.”

“You are impossible, Papov. Sometimes I can’t believe you are Russian.”

Nox interrupted the two bickering Generals, “Hey, you both have valid points, let’s focus on the situation at hand.”

Papov crossed his arms and Ivanov smirked. The debate was over, for now. Nox was in the first SUV, with Papov, Ivanov and the driver. The entourage of generals and staff following behind him.

The convoy of SUVs pulled up to the Grand Hall. Within minutes, Nox was whisked to the stage. Most of the guests had taken their seats. Nox was the first speaker. Nox stood behind the oversized steel podium, which had been specifically designed for him. He had insisted on the larger podium because he felt it would somewhat disguise his height. It was steel, to add an extra layer of protection, in case of an assassination attempt. While he was not wearing his body armor, he was wearing conventional bullet-resistant clothing. Nox held either side of the steel podium with both hands as he began his speech.