Lost in Space. Out of Time.

by Uncola via TheBurningPlatform.com

The craft sat floating, alone on a dark sea, drifting away from a billion suns, the nearest reflecting its light around the ship’s outer perimeter. In the shape of a sphere, the craft turned on an axis unseen, in silence, as lights flickered over its surface like synapses firing upon a living brain enveloped in the still tranquility of black ether.

Within the craft, chaos reigned and the atmosphere smelled of sweat, smoke, blood and fear.  In the technology room that housed the ship’s communications and computing centers, there stood ten figures wearing black, hooded robes.  The faces beneath each hood could not be seen inside the dark room, but occasionally, the whites of their eyes would flash beneath their hoods like the flicker of knives in moonlight.

The Overlords were troubled.


Anxiety filled the room like static and the cacophonous din of their conversations revealed desperation, frustration and dread.  Arms were raised frequently to expose pale hands, clenched fists and pointing fingers. To an outside observer, the whole scene would have appeared as the dark ritualized choreography of an ancient druidic dance.  As the chaos of discordant discussion reached a fevered crescendo, a very tall hooded figure entered and said:  “QUIET”.  A hushed silence filled the room.

“Please sit down everyone,” the Chief Overlord said as he remained standing.

“Engineering, what is the status?”

The Senior Engineer stood and respectfully bowed before the Chief Overlord.

“As you know sir, it’s been two months since the mutiny.  Captain Donald has secured the bridge and ostensibly, controls both security and defense.  He appears to have taken us off course and continues to navigate the ship towards the new destination.”

“How far have we drifted from the original coordinates to One World and what measures have you taken to put us back on course?” queried the Chief Overlord dimly.

“Well sir,” the Senior Engineer responded tentatively.  “The Overlords and the Ministers of One World still retain the support of several crew members and a good percentage of the passengers.  Measures both overt and covert are being taken to subvert the efforts of Captain Donald on multiple levels.  Still, his support among some of the crew and many passengers remains strong. It seems both he and his supporters believe his stewardship of the bridge to be ethically in line with the mission’s original charter.”

“I see,” the Chief Overlord mumbled softly.

“But there is hope, sir,” continued the Senior Engineer.

“Recently, Officer McCain told the crew and passengers on Europa Deck that Captain Donald’s leadership is in “disarray”.  Furthermore, because we retain control over the ship’s communication systems, we believe our disinformation campaign will continue to erode support away from those currently at the helm.”

“Yes,” the Chief Overlord agreed.  “We must continue in our efforts to win the hearts and minds of both the crew and passengers.”

“Absolutely, sir. And, fortunately, most of the crew overseeing the ship’s internal surveillance is still on our side.”

“Good,” replied the Chief Overlord.  “We will use that to our advantage.”

Just as the Chief Overlord finished his sentence, a female voice was heard overhead: “Sir, I have Former Captain Hussein from the Hollideck.  May I send him through?”

Waving the Senior Engineer to sit down, the Chief Overlord said: “Yes, patch him through now.”

At that moment, a hologram appeared in the center of the room and there stood a coffee colored man wearing a short-sleeved shirt, plaid golf shorts and standing behind what appeared to be a sand wedge.

“May I be of service Master?” said the holographic man from the Hollideck as he looked down, leaned forward, and bowed submissively.

“Yes, Barry. Minister Soros has recently briefed me of your assistance in organizing against Captain Donald.  Your continued service will be required in redirecting our navigational coordinates back towards One World.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” replied the hologram in a deferential manner.

“What is the status of the Infected Ones located in the Center Fuel Depositories?” asked the Chief Overlord.

“Well, as you know sir,” replied Captain Hussein, “those who are currently with Captain Donald continue to resist our efforts to assimilate the Infected Ones across the upper decks. As we continue to create division among the ranks of the crew members and lower-tiered passengers situated in and around the Center Fuel Depositories, many are now choosing to migrate upwards.  Fortunately, we are having much success on Europa Deck thanks to the diligent efforts of Minister Soros and Officer Merkel.”

“Good,” said the Chief Overlord.  “What about Amero Deck?”

“Unfortunately, sir, we are meeting some resistance there,” replied the hologram.  In spite of our best efforts to stage various protests using some of the passengers who side with us, Captain Donald retains strong support among his followers.  Evidently, many of the people living on Amero Deck believe the Infected Ones could spread the infection throughout their quarters. Many there even believe those on Europa Deck might soon be bowing to an imaginary moon god, wearing bedsheets for robes, placing towels over the faces of their women and seeing many heads separated from bleeding necks.”

“Indeed,” muttered the Chief Overlord bitterly. “Little do they know; resistance is futile.”

“Yes sir.  However,” continued the holographic Hussein, “although Captain Donald tried to seal off the passageways from seven of the rooms within and surrounding the Center Fuel Depositories, our strategically placed Ministers of Justice were allowed to access the affected systems in order to override those attempts”.

“Okay. That’s all for now Captain.”  With that, the Chief Overlord waved his right hand as the hologram disintegrated into tiny fractals of three-dimensional light before dissipating into digital puffs, like vanishing sparks from a dying fire.

Then the Chief Overlord’s voice filled the room: “Security, Compensation, and Food Distribution, front and center!”

“Yes, sir!” the three hooded figures replied in unison as they quickly assembled before the tall silhouette that towered above them.

“Do all procedures remain ready and do you still retain the loyalty of your respective crew members?”

“Yes, sir!” the three replied.

“Good,” stated the Chief Overlord.  “You will await my command.  I will decide when the time is right. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

As the Chief Overlord stared out the porthole into the black vacuum of space, he said:  “Compensation will be the first to go.  No credits will be issued to either crew or passengers.  Food Distribution will then be terminated, except for those required to facilitate our final plans.”

Returning his gaze to the hooded figures in the room, he continued: “The time has come to test the loyalties of those who have placed their faith in Captain Donald. At the same time, we will inflame the rage of those who dream of a new start on One World.”

“Yes, sir!” chanted all ten of the hooded figures in unity and with what sounded to be only one voice.

“Security, are you prepared for what ensues?” the Chief Overlord asked, his voice steady.

“Yes, sir!” replied the Head of Security. But what about the crew and passengers on the Russian and Asian decks, sir?”

“They will agree to assimilation, or death, before we reach our final destination,” stated the Chief Overlord grimly.

He continued:  “Our vision will be our guide; the Singularity, our salvation.  The ship is ours and our will be done.  You soon will all see One World, spinning as a wormhole beneath its Event Horizon.” As he spoke, the Chief Overlord pointed with one hand to the hooded figures all now standing before him and towards the porthole with the forefinger of his other hand.

Then he pointed to the entrance door of the room and said, “But before we reach One World, our ongoing sustainability objectives must be attained.”

In a menacing tone, he added:   “This means most of the people on this ship will die.”

“Yes, sir!” chanted all ten of the hooded figures once again, in unison.

Author: Uncola

I am one who has found the road less traveled while remaining a whiskered, whispering witness to the world. I hope what you just considered was worth the price and time spent. www.TheTollOnline.com

19
Leave a Reply

avatar
  Subscribe  
Notify of
mangledman
mangledman

I liked it

pyrrhus
pyrrhus

Truth…

idahobob
idahobob

A wonderful parody of the truth around us.

Bob

Francis Marion

Science fiction? I think not. Nicely done Mr. Uncola.

RiNS

Wrote something the other night on that “jewy thingy” thread. This kinda of follows along from that without being inflammatory. The video that accompanies the song 2112 helps put in perspective the proportion in the insanity of this world. Some billions of swirling galaxies, each populated by innumerable stars, in turn slavishly orbited by an inordinate number of planets. So a great story you wrote here uncola. The Priests, well they write the songs and we obediently sing the chorus. Like Francis said it is not even fiction.

Can it be stopped? The world awaits the jury’s verdict.

This quest has been ongoing thru history. From Mesopotamia, to Rome and Kublai Khan. Onto the British and now America there has been this urge to control everything by one ruler as far as they can see. All these empires were aided by too many folks who chose blind worship over free thinking.

This isn’t even about religion.

The one world world government is just the biggest and grandest “shit-test” ever conceived. The act that never gets old. Leaders dupe people who seem ever willing to trade being a free thinker, in some Grand Illusion. The protesters ironically march in streets, fighting to be brought to heel at an Altar of their choosing.

This forced migration being foisted on West is just the latest hammer taken from toolbox by the overlords to force the non compliant to accept their rule.

Let’s hope they don’t succeed.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran

You’re not going to post any Rush here, are you? I know they’re Canadian. 😉

RiNS

Nah I did that the other night. No need to hang that petard again. Besides a mythological river is a much more pertinent metaphor. We are being asked to get on a boat on that river with no course and an equally unknown destination.

Today after reading this uncola piece it seems more apropos and singularly sums the insanity of the game.

Uncola

I thought that they were angels but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me

(Dennis De Young / Styx

Great comment(s), RiNS.

I have a fair percentage of research in place to write about what I have learned to call the “UFO deception”. What is bizarre is that the “deception” is not what most people would think, nor is what may, in fact, be the truth of the matter.

The other consideration I have is whether to make a single, abbreviated essay or perhaps a series. For example, a series could be done on “Project Blue Beam” alone.

And this brings me to another issue: Much of what we have been prepared to accept (via Hollywood movies, mass media, etc) could have very distinct theological roots and I am not sure if the Alien Agenda topic would be well-received by most at this time. At least, not yet?

I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north—an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal

Ezekiel 1:4

In any case, although the example video below is a ceiling fan hoax, the fact remains that most people really do want to believe. And, sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction.

Welcome to the Grand Illusion, indeed.

James
James

I saw the grand illusion tour as a kid!They still playing small theaters,then,pieces of eight came out and they were in the big leagues.

Stucky

hahahaha. Fun read. And true! Loved it. Thanks.

Maggie
Maggie

Shout out to you below. If you can get your hands washed in the water.

Stubb
Stubb

The hoods covering the faces of the Overlords and the dark room portrays secrecy. Obama as a hologram shows him to be a symbolic image and that he was never real. The Chief Overlord might be the pizza eating Prince of Darkness and One World is a black hole. Approaching the event horizon means the time is coming where once the line is crossed even light won’t be able to escape.

Maggie
Maggie

This is a drive-by shout-out to an old friend here who helped me through a recent epiphany with his comment on the Andy Griffith thread long ago far away.

And to Stucky, who has the audacity to tell me my hint about being warm for my husband’s form is too much information when he basically admits he walks around with his half-limp dick in one hand or the other nonstop.

This think I’m working on is the best thing I’ve ever written. And I’ve written some doozies and ditties that would make you laugh, smile and weep all in five minutes.

Beat that Underoo Boy.

B LEVER
B LEVER

Maggie- Give us a hint as to the topic for your new article.

Stucky

“My Nick’s dick is as thick as a brick.”

That’s my guess at the title … based on TMI Mrs. Mags has previously disclosed.

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

You got the easy part done, flapping your lips. Let’s see the work, if it is worthy of Sylvia Plath.

…Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars…

Hershel
Hershel

Barry in golf shorts made me laugh. Picture him also sitting on Michelles back as a training weight while she does 1 arm pushups.

Barney
Barney

I have not studied the Bible nearly as much as I should but, Daniel and Revelation are the 2 prophetic books of the Bible and years ago I read I think it was called “Daniel explained” which blew my mind to the accuracy of the predictions of how the world would unfold, right up to present time. This is why I remain convinced that the history of the world was written at the beginning of time and everything will unfold as it should including the mark of the beast. So ya, globalism wins IMHO.

Stucky

Ya. I read it too. I especially like that verse where it says that in the end times men will be “lovers of themselves” and will masturbate night and day, every day of the week. Boy, oh boy, if that ain’t a true sign about the power of God to see into the future, then I don’t know what is!!

However, we have a guy here named bb. He gets his rocks off by letting his cat lick his balls. Not even God could have predicted that!

Discover more from The Burning Platform

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading