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The Needs of The Many ~~ The Treachery of The Few . . .

Here comes another in the Friday series of Behind The Scenes of Notes from An Alien.

It does have a few “spoilers” so I urge you to grab a free copy of the short novel and read its 96 pages before you read the scene in this post—a scene not in the published edition

Still, you can certainly read the story below right now…

Remember, I welcome Any remarks or questions about the book, or these scenes, in the Comments of Any of these Friday posts :-)

What follows happens in the time-frame of Chapter 10 of the novel


The room for the meeting was in the Worlds’ Council’s ancillary chambers.

Delva had arrived early and positioned herself so nothing would interfere with her plasma-communication abilities—the Worlds’ Council complex having, by a wide margin,  the most advanced plasma-electronics installation of any of the three Worlds of Angi.

The Independent’s representative, Niar Vestru, entered the room and felt a bit disoriented.

Delva rose from her seat and welcomed him with:

“Representative Vestru, so good of you to meet me here.”

“Well, the Amazing Delva, Hope of the Worlds and Destroyer of Free Will.”

“Shall we get down to serious discussion?”

“Serious? You think we Independents can take your actions seriously—even your Worlds’-renowned daughter doesn’t take you seriously.”

“My daughter was a rebel from an early age, as I understand you have been.”

Niar began to speak but stopped himself, unaccountably

“Representative Vestru?”

“I—I’m just gathering my thoughts

“You’re dealing with the images and feelings I’ve given you, Representative Vestru—images and feelings you’ve consistently avoided coming to grips with.”

Niar’s mind cleared but the horrific emotions lingered. He was doing all he could to not show the turmoil he was experiencing.

“Nice trick, Delva. Use your plasma-communication abilities to disrupt my thinking. I expected this session would be an honest meeting.”

“Honestly, Representative Vestru, you’re feeling what millions of Angians have felt—despair, fear, anguish, betrayal—what good, hard-working Angians have had to deal with since your violence-goons have been bringing them death and destruction.”

“The Dissatisfieds are doing what they believe will wake people up.”

“Honestly, Representative, Vestru, you nearly swooned when I gave you a taste of the demoralizing thoughts and destructive feelings your henchmen have been inflicting on innocent people. These are the things you feel will wake people up when they’ve nearly made you faint?”

“I didn’t come here to be attacked by a Representative of the Worlds’ Council !”

“I will not use my abilities if you will be honest enough to consider the effects of your actions.”

“What about the effects of a Worlds’ Council that issues edicts intended to kill creativity and enslave independent action?”

“Creativity used to harm others is corruption, at best. And, independent action that interferes with collective well-being is criminal.”

“Sounds like you’ve adopted your husband’s religion, Delva.”

“I respect my husband’s religion, as I respect his independence of thought. I’ve found no reason to believe in the God my husband worships but dearly love what that worship induces in his behavior. Representative Vestru, the Followers of Akla are peaceful people, obeying their government, working to further the interests of all Angians.”

“All Angians. The battlecry of people who can’t stand on their own two feet, masses of ignorant people out to steal the resources—”

Niar began to shake, closed his eyes against emotional pain, shoved his seat back, leaned far forward, and clutched his legs.

“Representative Vestru, your connection with the Dissatisfieds hasn’t been fully proven in official proceedings, yet I have resources that are not official—your thoughts are an open book to me, your feelings are on par with a wild beast. This does a grave injustice to your potential as a humane Angian but certainly gives you wealth. I’ll withdraw my imposed thoughts and feelings and hope you’ll act with me in an honest fashion.”

Niar sat up, dazed.

Delva poured a glass of water, stood up, walked around the table, and placed the water in front of Niar. She said:

“You came here with a sense of entitlement. You came thinking you held all the cards. You expected I would just talk and you could out-talk me. I’m giving you a lesson in respect because I feel you could mend your ways—drop your association with the Independents—learn what real independence is.”

Delva returned to her seat and continued:

“We were to talk about the contracts your companies have with the Worlds’ Council—contracts for the first Created Worlds—documents that intend to sever the Council’s governance of the new Worlds, without the Council expecting it. I don’t want that to happen but I can’t act for the Council, I’m only their Mediator.”

“You call this mediating? Invading my mind and showing me fantasies?”

“I chose you very carefully, Representative Vestru. You have the potential to see reason and feel compassion. And, I’m not invading your mind. If you could clear the fantasies from your own consciousness, you’d be able to understand that your mind can ride the plasma-waves back to mine, show me your thoughts and demonstrate your inner feelings.”

“I doubt that

“The doubt is a cloud between your mind and mine—between your feelings and the feelings I’ve absorbed from innocent Angians—feelings you think are fantasies

“Carry a message to your Masters, Delva—We will never give up our rights to a government fashioned from the writings of a religious malcontent.”

“Have you read the Writings of Akla?”

“Of course not !”

“Then, on what are you basing your opinion of His thoughts?”

Niar began to speak then, abruptly, sat very still. Delva had projected the first three sentences of the Book of Akla into his mind—“My laws are as the choicest wine to the minds of the sincere. Do not accept them blindly. Consider them in the Light of Justice.” She had also sent Niar the feelings of a child who’s mother had been executed by the Dissatisfieds.



“What do you think?”

“Give me a second

Delva reached in her case and brought out a small stack of reports—slid them across the table.

“What are these?”

“Reports from Local Councils on the deaths cause by Dissatisfieds—testimony from the survivors. Plus, a report from the Regional Councils about the social benefits of the Created Worlds—benefits every Angian is entitled to.”

“You want me to read them?”

“You will read them because I have evidence of your direct complicity with the Dissatisfieds. It may not pass muster with the Worlds’ Council—there being so many Independents on the Regional Councils—yet, my revelation of the facts will certainly keep you here for a few months while investigations are made

“What evidence is that?”

“I don’t care to reveal my sources just yet—perhaps if you read the reports then decide to leave the Independents  Just think of a farm in Beselima

Niar went red in the face—Delva knew she’d gotten to him.

“I’ll read the reports

“Good. It shouldn’t take more than an hour. I’ll order food.”


Niar eventually decided to break his affiliation with the Independents.

Delva arranged his disappearance, for reasons of his safety.

Niar began studying the Book of Akla.

Delva knew she’d created a significant breach in the ranks of the Independents.

She also knew the struggle was far from over.
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