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The Corporation’s Reach ~~ The People’s Suffering . . .

Yet another of my continuing series of Special Friday posts—Behind The Scenes of Notes from An Alien.

If you’re new to the blog, these posts often have “spoilers” of the short novel but you can grab a free copy and read it in a weekend :-)

Today I have more scenes not in the published novel—scenes about an area of one of the Worlds of Angi that was only briefly referenced in the book:

“Select Reports from the Angan Bonded Corporate Mesh:

“Mr. Ralm has authorized a 50% increase in common laborers at the ShipTwo site, said workers to be drafted from the Polar region of Magruma to ensure enough stamina to work shifts of 16 hours.”

These scenes also say a bit more about the weather changes the Corporate planet, Anga, had suffered.

A couple references from the novel:

“Agricultural production has been slightly affected by the uprising but greatly affected by the anomalous weather.”


“Preliminary results from the Global Meteorological Department’s recent analyses (aided by Corporate investigators) suggests possible connections between Corporate increases in population relocation and weather changes.”


‘”We think we have the beginnings of a plan to moderate the swings in weather. It means transporting people and playing with the plasma fields of the planet in ways we haven’t yet risked but the consensus is almost there for giving it a go.'”

If you’ve been following along reading these Friday posts, I’d love some feedback on the style of writing I’ve used in the following scenes


The children had organized themselves into a hunting party.

Crops, which took special care to raise in Magruma’s climate, were suffering.

Some said it was the Corporation—playing with the atmosphere

The oldest child, Halur, instructed the teams:

“Kria, Melso, Vorin, go south—circle back at ten times a hundred paces.”

“Slun, Elo, Wezar, same north.”

“Tur, Seldo, Rai, do a close circle here—trap what they chase.”

Halur climbed the rugged rock face on the long foot of the mountain—perched so she could watch the others. She thought hard

Need five animals. Six better. Might lose someone. Elo? Then five is what we do, go home Animals strange now—more tricks. Need time, don’t have it. Stupid Elders


The Elders of the village had not ordered the children out. They knew how dangerous the animals were now. Saw the weather worsen over nine years—saw the animals try to cope

If animals ate crops, nothing to do but eat animals.

The Corporation had finally reached them, making life extremely difficult.

The Chiefs had learned about the changes the Corporation was making in the weather. Now It stole people from them.

Twelve of the young men had been taken—something unintelligent about helping make a ship to travel to Anla—ridiculous.

Other villages had the same thing happening. The capital, Elclar, had sent the word, said obey or die.


The northern team had flushed out a small pack of Vezuls and were driving them toward center.

The largest Vezul was a female—nipped the pups as they ran—suddenly turned on the children, attacked Elo. Slun and Wezar beat the female to death, suffering wounds—Elo was dying, the younger Vezuls scattering.

Halur observed from her rock perch, thought: Knew it. But, a Vezul attacking? Worse and worse


Melvor sat at his desk in Elclar reading the reports.

100 villages, 1,500 men arriving.

His task was done but his feelings weren’t—roiling hatred—rotten fear—wishing the villagers used Simulated Recreation to ease the pain of young men stolen from their homes—knew their lives were permanently altered—turned the control knobs on the S. R. unit and entered his favorite location—young women stroking his body, sweet liquors rolling past his tongue


The Chief of the village addressed his people:

“We must be strong. Not the strength of the day but of the night—strength of healing.”

The villagers chanted agreement.

“The Chiefs of the Corporation took our best young men. We must still live, not  grieve forever—live strong with our Ancestors strength.”

The villagers chanted and wailed their agreement.


Halur sat with Melso on the shore of Ancestor Lake.

The Mother Planet, Beli, glowed in purple-pinks just over the water in the southern reaches of space.

They sat in adoring silence until Halur said:

“The Mother is brighter tonight.”

“Yes, she’s calming the Elders

“You believe that, Melso?”


“I don’t know what to believe. Too much changing too fast. Did we do right to hunt today?”

“Four animals is better than none.”

“Crops are better than animals, my stomach hurts.”

“Mine, too

“We have to be strong for the others

“Poor Elo

“Poor Elo

“Say the prayer, Halur.”

“It’s just words

“Say it to please me.”

Halur rose and lifted her arms to Beli.

“Dear, sweet Mother.

“We love you and marvel at your strength.

“Share your strength for we are sore hurt.

“We honor your beauty and crave your mercy.”

Melso stood and hugged Halur.

They stayed on the shore of Ancestor Lake for many painful minutes, staring at the Mother and hoping the myths were true
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Can Corporations Actually Take Total Control of Our World?

This is the most important Behind The Scenes of Notes from An Alien post I’ve yet written

These continuing Friday posts are an extension of the short novel—revelations of how and why it was written—new scenes not in the published edition.

There are “spoilers” in most of these posts but you can grab a free copy of the novel and read it’s 96 pages in a relatively short time; then, enjoy the added depth of these Behind The Scenes posts :-)

Before I share the new scene I’ve written, I want to give you a few links that might show you what some of our World’s corporations are up to and how they seem to be trying to do away with what most of us conceive of as governments

Naturally, you can avoid taking the links and just read the new scene; perhaps come back after and look into how things are going down on our real World rather than the one I’ve created

First, an article about who the President of the United States turned to for help with the political emergency he faced: Obama banks on big business to help end deadlock.

Next, an article about the Trans-Pacific Partnership from the Electronic Frontier Foundation about Corporate takeover of trade.

And, last, a video about the current governmental crisis in the U. S. A. that brings up the role of the Koch BrothersGovernment Close Down – Another Grand Betrayal in the Works?

Here’s the new, unpublished-till-now scene:


The hills were ripe with grain.

Somer was sweating from the intense sun.

He ambled down a path between two large fields thinking about his recent encounter with Pliben.

They were both mid-level field managers for Tarcis Gorni—an ancient corporate farmer.

Pliben had been slacking off on his Simulated Recreation. He’d accosted one of the women workers and fled to the mountain valley north of Gorni’s farm.

Somer had been selected to track him down and discovered Pliben lying dead under a Fos tree.

Somer was now headed to Gorni’s ornate shed in the middle of the farm.

He wished he didn’t have to report another death to Gorni

Reaching the door to the shed, he paused and looked back toward the mountain, thinking: Why can I get along without Simulated Recreation while others go crazy?

Gorni was sitting at his huge desk, more reclining than sitting actually, and Somer gave him a minute to notice he’d arrived.

“Somer… I assume Pliben was found dead.”

“Yes. Why do they do it?”

“How many years have you worked here?”

“Going on six now.”

“How many have stopped S. R. then roamed away and died?”

“Around twelve

“Think they’re better off then the rest of our people?”

“Better off?”

“We grow crops for the Corporation. We grow more crops per field than most other farms. We have a low number of S. R. Depletion deaths. Why?”

Somer was rattled. Gorni didn’t talk like this—usually just a report and then an instruction—never a question to answer about the operation of the farm—report the numbers, make a comment on problems, be told who to consult with for solutions—in and out

“Well, I have a theory but you must already know the answer.”

“I know my answer, Somer, I want your answer.”

“You run this farm different than most. I was at Rvin’s and Tulim’s for about a year each and, well, the Bosses at both were harder on workers

“Ever wondered why I’m not so hard on my workers?”

“It’s not your way

“Why would all the other Bosses be so hard and end up with more deaths and produce less crops?”

“The Corporation has killed a few Bosses I’ve heard, for not meeting quota

“Yes. And, for some strange reason, you trust me enough to say that—most would say the Bosses just died, not that they were killed

“I wonder about lots of things, I hear lots of stories, I use my brain, and I think you’re the only man I’ve ever trusted.”

“Dangerous to trust people, eh?”

“Sure, folks can do lots of strange things to please the Corporation.”

“You don’t fear the Corporation?”

“Fear? No. Act like I do when Representatives visit? Yes.”

“I imagine you don’t use your Simulated Recreation anymore, right”

“Not since last season

“So we both sit here and wonder why the other is so different.”

Somer waited for Gorni to continue. Gorni just looked straight at him with that stern but patient face.

“Can I call you Tarcis?”

“You may, Somer, because I don’t have long to be here and I need a friend.”

Somer knew Gorni was over 143 years old but folks who lived close with nature often lived to nearly 175

“A friend?”

“Someone to tell my story to.”


“The Corporation has rewritten history, Somer. There aren’t many folks left who remember the truth—remember but not let on.”

“Do you use S. R., Tarcis?”

“Did it a few times. Stopped. Aren’t many folks left like me. Easier to use it and fall into the Dream—merge your will with the killing-sweet urges S. R. leaves in your mind—be shaped by the Corporation—lose your soul

“I visited Babur City once—hated it—Junior Representatives all over the place, asking questions, QuickProbing, taking folks away

“Somer, can you imagine what life was like before the Corporation?”

“Well Kinda like here but better?”

Tarcis erupted with a rolling laugh: “Much better, Somer. Sure we had bosses and companies and workers but they were all more equal—I’m talking way back now, before the Revitalization

“Was the war with Anla different then?”

“Didn’t even call it a war then—the World’s Resistance was what they said.”

“Do you ever feel the priest’s thoughts?”

“Do you?”

“Probably Who the hell can tell whose thoughts wander into our minds.”

A chuckle from Tarcis with: “I’m leaving this farm to you, Somer.”

Somer was struck dumber than a rock. Tarcis watched. Somer took a few quivering breaths. Tarcis said: “You want the farm?”

“You think I deserve it?”

“You will when I’ve shared more of our true history, Somer—more about the beginnings of various corporations’ actions against independent farmers, before the Corporation ate up all the independent corporations, before they claimed their right to rule every thought and feeling we have to protect us against the supposed war-like actions of the priests of Anla.”

“There was more than one corporation?”

“Yes, Somer, there was a time when any individual with the will and drive to do it could legally start a corporation—could attempt to provide a service to people and realize a profit—money of their own to do whatever they wished with it.”

“They trusted people with their own money?”

“Somer, They weren’t always They—get it straight. There was freedom to make mistakes, freedom to earn and keep money, freedom to fail Then the Corporation bought up all the other companies—lied and made new laws every week, forced sales, killed those who resisted—began a war with people, made brain implants to control them, shape them, kill them. You have no idea how fortunate you’ve been to end up here, working for an enemy of the Corporation, free from most of those controls because I’ve learned enough about what they want that I can pretend to give it to them—along with large crop yields they have no ability to force others to produce.  I give them more than they could coerce me to produce and they treat me like a friend.”

“Why are you telling me this? What if I told others?”

“You don’t dare. You want the freedom I’ve created here. You want to think for yourself. And, I think you know, if you told a Representative what I said, they’d kill you, too.”

Somer became rock-dumb again.

Tarcis rose from his seat and said: “I have much to teach you. I probably have a few years left—two or three—time enough to take the raw talent you have and help you shape it into a Well, a Simulated Recreation for the Corporation’s consumption—tasty candy for the Tyrant

The dumb rock melted into a pool of warm emotion.

Tarcis continued: “There was a time when people wrote their own books, painted their own pictures, created what they wanted to create. When I was young, I made a book with a Plasma-core that showed images of people’s feelings—had them sold and earned a lot of money. I was blessed to have the owner of the company who bought the prototype tell me I could never admit I was the original creator—told me things were getting dangerous  A few years later, he died in what they said was an accident. His company was bought by a bigger company—that one absorbed, eventually, by the Corporation. I bought this farm after he died—worked hard to make it the best farm on Anga—learned to say what the Representatives wanted to hear and gave them food they couldn’t get anywhere else—bribes in their stomachs—insurance against encroachment.”

Tarcis paused. Somer sat up straighter. Tarcis continued: “It may not last, no matter what I teach you The Corporation is getting desparate—fraying from within—eating its own bowels Rumors of an attack on Anla with space ships You may not be able to keep this garden of rationality and compassion alive.”

Somer spoke: “What a grand vision

“You failing?”

“Failing in a noble endeavor—better than succeeding at living in the dark created by the Corporation’s implants Tarcis?”


“Was the Plasma-book you created the seed for Simulated Recreation?”


“I think I understand why you love this farm as much as you do and why you’re so kind to people.”

“Yes, Somer, my first seed was used to grow a monstrous contraption I’m paying my dues here—trying to offset the harm my creation led to.”



“I’m ready to learn.”

“You’d better be, boy. You’re a rare one and there aren’t many like you. I know of a few—never communicate with them You’ll bring me a bit of happiness in my last years.”


Somer did learn—learned things he wished he hadn’t had to learn—things he needed to know to keep the farm as safe as possible—things he needed to know to keep the fears at bay—keep his hopes up—keep his wits and stay nimble against a lumbering, dying, gargantuan Corporation


Tarcis died. No one questioned Somer’s assumption of the duties of Overseer of the farm. Every time a Representative of the Corporation visited, Somer used every fiber of his will power to not laugh in their face.


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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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