Attempting to delve into the psyche of a population faced with the reality of an alien invasion was an interesting task:
Chapter 14 – Seeds of Resistance
All over the planet people were emerging from their stupor and finding their voice. The Federation had come from nowhere. They’d taken over without a single shot being fired. People were left stunned. There was disbelief at how quickly and efficiently the Federation had assumed control. The military had let them down. They had simply capitulated. But that wasn’t the end of it. The people weren’t about to allow a bunch of alien lizards to waltz in and take over without so much as a ‘how’s your father?’ Something had to be done. Surely someone could do something?
These lizards were all over the place, rounding up people, manhandling children, and the rumour was of concentration camps, torture and mass graves.
Nobody could simply stand by and allow that to go on, could they? There was a feeling that we were at war, under occupation. The resistance began to coalesce.
The reaction to Ron’s address was mixed. There were many who saw resistance as futile, who felt that they had no option but to place their faith in the vision being sold to them. They had to believe the lizards. They had no choice. It all sounded great but they were reluctant to believe it but they felt they had little choice other to wait and see and hope for the best. Maybe they would be as good as their word? On the other side there were those who saw Ron as a traitor and thought the lizards were taking them all for a ride. We were being occupied by hostile forces that needed opposing at all costs. Principles were at stake.
The underlying groundswell was that nobody, whatever their views on the likely outcome, liked the idea of these alien lizards running the show. That caused universal disquiet. Could they be trusted? Nobody knew for certain. Everything was open to speculation.
The greatest focus of unrest was over the loss of sovereignty. Patriotic sentiments ran high. How could these aliens swarm in and do away with their country? They’d taken on Billy’s mantra – thousands of years of culture gone just at the stroke of a pen. It wasn’t right. This was soil that had been fought over, earth that was rich with the blood of generations. There were highly valued cultural identities that were deeply engrained in peoples’ psyche. You didn’t give up your whole way of life without a struggle. No amount of benefits could compensate for that. Their blood was up.
Besides, wasn’t it obvious, global governments meant absolute power and absolute power meant corruption and nepotism on a grand scale – assuming that the aliens weren’t controlling everything from behind the scenes, which was even worse.
The dice had been rolled. Now it felt as if the whole world was holding its breath. There was no telling where those numbers would fall. All over the planet there were bitter disputes between friends and in families. It split the people into two camps: the believers and the non-believers.
The believers, while not being happy with an alien take-over, were sold on the massive benefits that could ensue. On balance they thought it was worthwhile to be rid of war and put resources into other things. They liked the idea of good, cheap energy and non-polluting industry, of restoring the natural world. There were many who saw the removal of the greed merchants, corrupt and crooked politicians and the violent as being a good thing though there was general consternation at the brutal way these people were being treated as well as concern that the correct people were being identified. Many quite liked the idea of a global government, unity and inequality, even though there were an equal number who were horrified by the idea. It all came down to trust. They did not like the idea that they were being fooled. The insecurity levels were firing through the roof. Were they being led down the garden path? Nobody was sure.
The non-believers did not even believe a word they were told. They saw the aliens as invaders who were working some elaborate deception and did not believe they ever intended to deliver. They saw it as a ploy and the world government as a sham. As for the removal of the elites, they viewed the removal of capitalists as communism and believed that it would remove incentive and demotivate everyone, although they were quite happy for the crooked politicians to be rounded up even if they could not agree on who the crooked ones were. That seemed to split along partisan lines. As for the idea of a global government; for many that was a complete non-starter. Nothing could compensate for the loss of their country. They argued that the aliens could not simply impose unity and equality. It went against human nature. People were different. Some were better than others. That was the law of nature. To many these aliens sounded like a bunch of insane communists.
The battle lines were being drawn. Violent arguments were breaking out all over the world as people became more entrenched and conspiracies rampaged through the internet.
Grrndakegra was watching closely, selecting targets. This was fertile ground. The rising swell of dissent was throwing up a string of new leaders. She watched to see how this might be exploited.
Her conversation with Beheggakegri had been unsettling. She had watched the slimy ball of blubber writhe around in pathetic weak fear. She’d seen it – even if he’d come through with a half-decent plan, the fear had been there. Beheggakegri was the head of a big organisation, a person of enormous power, but she’d seen the weakness. When threatened by the whippet of a Giforian Chameakegra he’d folded like a deflated balloon. The threat of that Judge had terrified him. The Dref had no spine. She felt repulsed. Grrndakegra knew that Beheggakegri possessed not a shred of morality. His whole life had been a litany of schemes and deals. How this sagging, overblown apology for a Dref had gained the position he was in was beyond her. He wasn’t even the most focussed laser in the beam. She knew she could not trust him a centimetre. If it came to it he’d throw his granny under the shuttle. He’d certainly throw her in the propulsion unit to save his own scutes. She knew she had to double down on covering her own thoracic scutes.
Yet Beheggakegri still called the shots. She’d go along with him for now until it was expedient not to. He was right about Chameakegra. She was a detached laser. These Hydrans were hopeless, violent and irredeemable. This was all a waste of time. Follow the written procedure, assess them for what they are and pull the plug. All this silliness was ridiculous. The sooner Chameakegra woke up to it the better. That was frustrating. But, despite all that she warmed to her much more than he had to Beheggakegri. She was crazy but there was no doubting where her heart was; she meant what she said. She liked that. You knew where you were with that kind of person, even if she was totally misguided. Those Hydrans were a lost cause.
There was work to be done.
She began trawling through the Hydrans media, selecting shots of various rising stars busy rabble-rousing crowds, looking for potential; a strategy forming in her head. 400,000 hits on that one. She made a note.
Transforming hot air into action would soon bring out the true nature of these psychotic apes. She was sure of that. All she had to do was lubricate the wheels of dissent and transform it into physical confrontation.
Ron relaxed in his office following his speech. He’d poured himself a stiff whiskey. He told himself he deserved it but really it was to steady his shaking hand. He could not quite believe that he had done it, that he hadn’t simply dissolved into a blubbering heap.
A short while ago everything had been normal. He’d lived in his modest little house in his small village with his lovely wife. Life had been simple. He’d get up, have a leisurely breakfast, check out his facebook, check his book sales, check his emails and take a leisurely stroll down to the village shop to buy a paper. Read a little, write a lot, put out a bunch of posts on his blog aimed at the nincompoops, greed-ridden bombasts, violent extremists, religious nutcases and corrupt shitheads who ran the world and the ignorant, stupid, gullible, misinformed sheep who put them there. All utterly pointless, as his wife Liz kept telling him, but it allowed him to vent his spleen. It had all been so ordinary. Then the aliens had arrived and thrown the whole shebang up in the air. Part of him had liked that. In his opinion it had needed knocking to bits. But, the jury was out as to whether they would really do what they said they would. He had to believe it, didn’t he?
Now here he was, sitting in a plush office in New York, in the UN building on Turtle Bay, not just visiting but actually fronting up a world government. And he’d just delivered a speech to 8 billion people. The biggest hit he’d ever had on his blog had been when one of his posts had gone viral and received over two thousand hits. That had knocked him out. Now, here he was with an audience in billions. He couldn’t quite take it in.
‘Where did that come from?’ Liz asked as he walked in to give him a big hug.
He grinned. ‘I dunno. How’s it feel to be the first lady?’
Out on the streets the shock had dissipated. People were emerging from their stunned comas. The realisation was hitting home.
Life was superficially getting back to normal but it was a false normality. Nothing was the same. The shops opened, the busses ran and businesses reopened but it was different. There were holes in all the corporations where the corrupt bosses had been and that meant vacancies that had to be filled, expertise that had to be found, decisions had to be made. Nothing was working properly yet. People were scrambling to get the jobs done. The corrupt, greedy and psychotic might have been selfish and corrupt but at least things worked, systems operated. Now corporations had to find ways to cover the absentees. There was a period of chaos as companies worked out how to bridge gaps.
Even with the best will in the world things take time. Even these alien lizards with all their super technology weren’t miracle workers. People had to be trained, resources had to be diverted. It took a lot of time. Periods of transition were always fraught. Nothing had ever happened on this scale before. It was going to take time. Until then it was muddle-through time.
On top of all the chaos caused by the abductions there were the bewildered troops, demobbed and sent home as their weapons were confiscated and they were decommissioned.
According to the lizards society was being dismantled and put together into something better. That’s not quite what it seemed like.
Chaos bred fear. Fear bred distrust. Distrust bred anger. Emotions whirled into tornadoes. Logic and rationality were the first casualties.
There were times when even the most optimistic despaired.