“Thank you, yes, I am Zizipho, bringing you the news from the streets of New Atlantis. I am here with, Karen, one of the leading members of the ‘All lives matter campaign’. So it’s been two weeks since the video of President Anam, went viral. And one week since some of the protestors forced themselves into the Red House. Since then, you, and others who support this cause have been gathered here in shifts, is that correct?”
“Yes, Zizi, we know that the only way to protect human lives is to keep a constant presence here. We have to force President Pawe to intervene.”
“And has there been any negotiations?”
“No, we will not negotiate, all lives matter, and all lives should be saved.”
“So I know your group had a direct sitting with the President Pawe recently, can you tell me what has been discussed?”
“Well, Zizi, it’s still the same, we expect the President to intervene and protect Earth, and we stick to our convictions that no Atlantean life should be put at risk, because, as you well know, we value all life. If anything, the humans should be allowed to fight for themselves.”
“Have you then, established some sort of communication with the humans?”
“Absolutely not, we are strictly against it… And I think, this in particular, is the thing that a lot of Atlanteans don’t understand. If we involve ourselves, Zizi, then we blatantly show the humans how weak they are, which could cause a major emotional depression amongst the Earth population. It’d be like we were bullying them. No, we should provide the humans with the opportunity to save themselves. That, we believe, is the only positive way forward.”
“I see, and how about the lives of the Atlanteans that settled on the Moon, surely, if you plan to stop them, that would mean a war between Mars and the Moon?”
The news report on the radio cut off as Officer Boitumelo switched off the military vehicles engine. “Mr. President, we are here…”
“Finally, let’s get this over with.” President Pawe put away his phone and got out of the back of the military vehicle. He straightened his overly expensive suite and walked over to where CIA (Central Intelligence of Atlantis) Officer Boitumelo waited for him. He sighed, “This is what happens when citizens have too much free time.”
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“What do you mean by that Mr. President?”
“Don’t worry, President stuff, you won’t understand. Lead the way.”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
“Yes, and remember to talk to Tami so we can get decent radio’s for these trucks, listening to peasant nonsense makes the drive feel unbearably longer.”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
Officer Boitumelo led away from the large elevator platform where they had entered, and into a massive underground cavern. The darkness was suffocating, a true place for conspiracy to exist, nothing but large black skyscrapers looking like gigantic black pillars, decorated, almost, with small lights, looking like Christmas lights from where they were. Military base 51, or Zone 51 to any Atlantean person who dabble’s in conspiracies.
President Pawe kept following Officer Boitumelo, who without any hesitation, navigated them through the maze of skyscrapers and bridges.
Then she stopped. Allowing President Pawe to be the first to enter the Virtual Pod Room. As he entered, a soft red glow flooded the room, bringing thousands of metal boxes into view, all connected to tubes and wires.
“So these are the humans.”
“Yes, Mr. President… These metal boxes are what we can virtual pods. They regulate bodily functions, and connect the humans to the virtual world…”
“Do we really need boxes that big?”
“Yes, Mr. President, the humans are that big.”
“Well, they don’t seem all that special to me.”
“Not compared to you, Mr. President. But because of their size they make valuable soldiers for you, Mr. President.”
“You know I am the tallest Atlantean in 3 generations, 1 full meter, did you know that?”
“Yes, Mr. President…”
“I knew they were clearly inferior, tell me, can the human skin produce its own food using nothing but red starlight?”
“No, Mr. President, they don’t have the genetic potential to enhance themselves with chlorophyll…”
“The only potential I want to fill is my belly. So if we can move along.”
“Yes, Mr. President, we start by…”
“No, no,no,no,no… Just the basics, you know I have no interest in the details, the more I know, the more I am responsible for. That way we are both protected by ambitiosity.”
“Ambiguousness, Mr. President… Yes, Mr. President.”
“Great, proceed.”
“Yes, Mr. President, basically, the humans think they are playing a video game, which we use for them as training, and then whenever you, Mr. President, want to deploy them, we can trick their minds into thinking that they are still playing a game, just in a different ‘skin’, when they’ll actually be outside controlling a robotic body.”
“That easy?”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
“I knew a brilliant mind like yours should be saved.”
“Thank you, Mr. President.”
“No need to thank me, that’s just what great leaders do.”
“Use people?”
“There’s that witty humour of yours. No, we see potential!” He restraightened his suit and headed back to the door, “Now get my back to the Red House so I can get rid of those protestors…”