Canto Fifty – The Control Center of the Bio-Dome
Davalon was surprised to see Sizzahl enter the control center with a large Galtorrian warrior. Tanith noticed the intruder immediately too and shot Dav a worried glance. But he had no idea what to tell Tanith. Sizzahl was not worried by the lizard man’s presence at all, so he couldn’t be an enemy, could he? Davalon shook his head slightly to tell Tanith he had no ideas.
“Davalon? Tanith?” said Sizzahl with a beaming smile, “This is my uncle, Senator Makkhain. My parents and I thought he had been killed by Tedhkruhz’s forces over a year ago. He has been fighting with the resistance.”
“Tellerons?” said Makkhain skeptically. “Please tell me you are not making Galtorrian frog-fusions too. I don’t need grand nieces and grand nephews who are part Space Toads!”
“You have no right to use insulting language like that,” said Tanith in a quiet voice. “We are a more technologically advance race than you are, and we have never invaded your miserable planet before.”
“Before now, you mean,” said Makkhain. “I tracked a landing party of Telleron invaders coming this way. They are lead by an Earther warrior the like of which I have never seen before. She is ruthless and efficient and cut down an entire wave of angry and agitated scabbies.”
“Earther warrior?” asked Davalon. “We didn’t bring anyone like that with us.”
“Blond woman with big muscles in her arms and a very authoritative voice?”
“Harmony Castille?” Tanith wondered aloud.
“She’s not a warrior,” said Davalon. “She’s what the Earthers call a church lady.”
“Earther armies must tremble at the mention of church ladies,” said Makkhain, shaking his scaly head in a way that looked to Davalon like pure admiration. “We could’ve really used her in the war against Tedhkruhz and Rekhpahree. We finally defeated and killed Rekhpahree, but I am the only survivor of that battle. Your church lady has not lost a single man during a very long and impressive march from their landing site and their initial battle with the scabbies.”
“They’ve come to rescue us,” suggested Tanith. “We are saved.”
“If they are invaders,” said Makkhain dangerously, “perhaps I need to use you as hostages. In fact, maybe I should kill you and use your bodies to dissuade them from invading further.”
“No,” said Sizzahl. “These Tellerons are my friends. They are the first friends I have had since Gohmurt killed my father. I would sooner die by their hands than have to fight them!”
“Sizzahl? You understand… it is not my way to go down without a fight.”
“We are not invading,” said Davalon. “We only need a place to live until we can figure out how to get back to Barnard’s Star. We were trying to help Sizzahl save your world.”
“Our world is doomed,” said Makkhain. “We have let evil people do whatever they want for too long in the name of greed and self-interest. If only we had gone to war sooner as I had suggested in the Senate, maybe the warlords who have destroyed our ecosphere and our world would not have been so devastating. Now all we can do is hunt down the enemies we have left and wait for death to find us… either on the battlefield, or in some forsaken laboratory like this where scientists tried in vain to solve our problems by magic.”
“Maybe your mistake was in not trusting in the Lord your God,” said an entirely new voice. Davalon and Tanith both turned to see Harmony Castille pointing her skortch pistol at Makkhain’s head. The church lady was both confident-looking and formidable. Shalar and the Telleron troops were behind her. Dav felt as if the day were saved… at long last.
*****
Catch a Falling Star 
The Darkest of the Coming Darkness
Egghead might be slightly batty.
I do not claim to be prescient. But like any overly smart and perceptive person, I often see what’s going to happen before it happens. Sometimes it is almost as eerie as a Vincent Price movie. Sometimes eerier. After all, on the 60’s Batman TV show, Price played the ridiculous villain Egghead, and was completely creepy while doing it, but still, you know… Egghead.
One thing that I have to predict about the coming darkness is about politics. I mean, the current Republican administration, where it is decisions by all Republicans all the time, has become nothing more than a monster movie. Not merely a bad monster movie, but a super-creepy-bad monster movie with a gigantic orange rubber rooster as the main monster.
This is what the great orange rooster looks like in black and white.
The reason it is bad is because, basically, to become a member of the Republican Party’s elected elite, you basically have to have your heart removed. Heartless, soulless monsters have a tendency to do things like take away Meals on Wheels for invalid seniors, health-care services from Planned Parenthood, and any hope of ever having affordable health insurance that actually pays for health care.
Senator Ted Cruz grinning about taking away Obamacare
And now, the monsters who have taken control of the theater are pulling out of the Paris Climate Agreement because… well, apparently clean air isn’t good for decaying, desiccated monster skin and shriveled monster lungs that don’t breathe air anyway.
So here are my predictions for the coming darkness.
What people like me will look like in the future. That’s me in the middle.
I won’t live to see it. My body is breaking down at age 60. My lungs are compromised by years of bronchitis and flu. I am diabetic, so my very body chemistry is betraying me. There is a family history of heart disease. And I have already gone broke once on health care bills that the health insurance people really don’t pay for. (They are in the business of collecting premiums, after all, not making people well.)
What a lovely oxygen-free environment we will have!
As the climate changes take away large parts of our food production and resources, and the sea rises to take away land and major cities, people will be at war increasingly over diminishing resources vital to a population of seven billion souls. Graveyards and unburied bodies will become a part of every monster-movie scene.
Kiss me, Baby!
Love will become more complicated, because people who are selfless and put others before even their own life will die out first. The heartless, selfish, and often stupid ones will have the best chance for survival because they put themselves ahead of everyone else, and so have an unfair advantage over those who are not content with mere survival and exhibit self-sacrificing love.
You’ve never had a friend like me. And I can always eat you later if need be.
So, if you find my black-and-white monster movie post upsetting with the darknesses I am sincerely predicting, please remember, this is a satire post in a humor blog. The way it is supposed to work is that you wake up to the factors that make it upsetting and decide to do something for yourself to change them. Everybody doing a lot of the same little thing to make the world better can move mountains and fly to the moon. Big things don’t happen without everybody taking a hand. Maybe we can dream dreams once again and make some good things come true.
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