HolyWar

This is the page for info on the making of the Movie "Holy War." You can get a
basic idea of the script from reading the story here. I am offering pay on this film,
not SAG money but a couple of hundred for minor roles to a thousand or more
for major roles.

Here is the script below and a brief synopsis of the story.

This is a light SciFi story about a secret bio weapons lab run for the "Agency" by
the Sinsex corporation that has one of its weapons get loose in the wild. This
weapon is not any kind of animal or human, it is a fungi with some rather
interesting and dangerous properties. It is a genetically modified variation of the
Lycoperdon Giganteum or giant puffball mushroom, though the locals call it the
"magic puffball" because of range up by Lake Tahoe on the Nevada side of the
lake. It has been used for centuries by some of the local Indian tribes in their
religious ceremonies, and by some of the locals to get high on. It is the only
fungus that has spoor that is psychoactive. It is a risky proposition to get high on
it because it is the only fungi that contains the two compounds Psilocybin and
Muscimol, both of which can cause hallucinations, though Muscimol in large
enough doses can cause strokes and heart attacks, one of the reasons that the
lab is working on it as a weapon. It has another property, it has an hypnotic effect
on most people, and has the ability to in effect turn them into virtual zombies
when under its influence. Those effected will do pretty much what they are told,
especially if they are pre-disposed to that action already. This is why the Indians
used it, because it would help reinforce their religious beliefs in the great forest
Spirit that they believed in. Many of the people who took it also thought that it
brought them into contact with God, so it had a bit of a cult following in addition to
its use as a recreational drug by some.
The story starts when a new janitor in the lab breaks the rules, gets drunk,
smokes some weed and then gets high on the spoor of the Magic Puffball he
finds in the lab. He goes outside, and dies from a massive heart attack brought
on by his contact with the spoor, and in the process he releases the spoor into
the wild.
The story follows the lives of those in the town that work for the Sinsex lab and
focuses on the lead character Dr. David Williams, the chief mycologist and head
of the weapons lab. He is a bit of a frustrated man as far as his personal life is
concerned, he can't seem to keep a good woman in his life. He has two in the
story, Judy, a trucker who is in and out of his life because of her job, and who
disappears one day. And there is his new love Wanda, a dancer at the local
topless club who enters his life shortly after Judy disappears.
There is a sub plot involving a serial killer who has appeared on the scene in the
last few years. He is known as the BRTKD killer and he preys on young girls and
women. Dr. Williams has dreams of the girls before they die and it leave the
possibility that he is the killer, but he isn't. As the story develops we find out who
the killer is, and why he does what he does. The deeper point of this story is to
examine the role of gods and religions as they relate to this story and how some
including our current President misuses them.

In the end we find out one other thing about the Lycoperdon Giganteum, it is a
sentient being, like a giant brain that has been around for much longer than man
has. It goes by the name of Baal, one of the first names given to gods by man. It
has no way to experience the world unless man or animals ingest it, and as long
as they are under its influence it has access to all of their senses and their
minds. Over the centuries it has interacted with man and as we have developed
our minds, it had developed its mind too, but it wants more, it wants to have the
freedom and mobility we have, and the only way it can do that is to find some way
to become part of us, which David unwittingly give it in his experiments. He
unleashes a Frankenstein that unlike the old mushroom variety, which was willing
to live and let live, seeks to enslave humanity for its own ends, because it thinks
it is some kind of a God. In the end Baal fails to entice or capture Doctor Williams
and he gets free to hunt down Baal and his minions, setting up part two and
three of the trilogy.

We will be looking for both cast and a few extra crew for this project. So if you are
interested in being part of the crew, which would include an opportunity to work
with camera operators, sound/boom people as well as the other people
necessary to crew a film, drop me an e-mail. The film will be edited with FCP
studio on an Apple G5 Quad, and if you are into this end of film making, this will
be a good chance to work with some of the best equipment in the Indie flick
world. I have two Panasonic HVX200 high definition cameras, as well as sound
and lighting equipment, so you don't need your own equipment, you just need
the strong desire to involve yourself in the film.

If you are interested in acting in the film, e-mail me. When you contact me please
give me a brief bio including any acting experience you may have. As this film is
an Indie Flick, you will not need to be an experienced pro, but you will need to
have a strong desire to act and learn, and a commitment to show up on time on
the set and do your job. As part of this project is meant to be a learning
experience, effort on your part can make up for lack of experience.

Here are some snippets of dialog for the actors to practice prior to the first
reading. The dialog is not set in stone and I'm looking for actors that not only can
deliver their lines with some believability, but are able to improvise and in some
cases improve their dialog. So if you not only want to act, but want to really get
involved in the whole film making process, this will be a good film for you.

I play the part of Dr David M Williams, but the rest of the parts are open at this
time. The female fantasy dream sequences are topless parts. I have some
topless dancers who are available to do them, but I want to open those parts to
you ladies at TMCC and UNR as well as the local semi pro actors that might want
to audition for them. There are also some non topless roles for ladies, a waitress
role and a couple of lab tech roles etc. Plus I'll need some extras, no pay for the
extras, but you will get screen credit and experience. There are more roles
available, I just put a few bits of dialog up so that you can have some lines to
practice with before you do the audition.

Act 1

Scene 1 - Van on highway

FADE IN:

A TRUCK TRAVELS DOWN THE ROAD WHILE THE SONG "RAPTURE" FROM
BLONDIE PLAYS ON THE RADIO. IT COMES UP ON A LIGHTED SIGN THAT
SAYS: "WELCOME TO METEORITE NEVADA, ENJOY YOUR STAY" BUT WHEN
THE LIGHT FLICKERS OFF IT SAYS IN GHOSTLY LETTERS "WELCOME TO
HOLY WAR". THE TRUCK PULLS OVER BY THE SIGN AND THE DRIVER GETS
OUT AND TAKES A PISS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, HITTING SOME WHITE
ORBS BURIED IN THE DIRT AND DEBRIS IN THE PROCESS. THE PASSENGER
LOOKS AT THE SIGN AS IT GOES OFF AND ON. -- EVENING

As the driver gets back into the van, the camera follows him into the rear seat.

MEL
Hey Phil did you see that dude?

PHIL
See what bud?

MEL
Uh, nothing dude I guess I'm seeing things....

Scene 2 - Phil and Mel in office.

PHIL
OK bud lets get the basics out of the way, here's your name tag and ID card.

MEL
(Looking a bit annoyed at the name tag)
Melvin M Riggs? Dude, couldn't you just make it Mel?

PHIL
(Looking a bit annoyed)
Sorry bud, but this place requires your full name for security purposes. You
wouldn't be here if Ralphina hadn't had another one of her identity crises and
quit her job. So this is just a temporary detail until we hire someone permanently
for the Sinsex lab and office complex here...

SCENE 7

FADE IN:

The camera pans back down from the stars to a walkway leading into a room at a
local motel, where it goes down the walkway and into the room to a scene of
David dancing around in a posh room. His beard and hair are reddish brown
and he has gold chains on his neck. He is waiting for his girlfriend to get there
with his big birthday surprise. As he sits there three girls from Charlie's topless
lounge, his girlfriend Dylan, plus Natalie and Alex, who work as part of a trio and
call themselves Charlie's Angels, come into the room.

DYLAN
Hi baby, I told you I had a surprise for you and here it, well--they are. I know
you've had a fantasy of three on one, and tonight you're going to get your wish
and then some.

Two of Dylan's friends come into the room from the doorway, one of them,
Natalie has a whip and as she comes into the room in her cheerleader outfit, she
spanks herself with it as she heads to the bed, bends over, and hands the whip
to David.

NATALIE
(looking very innocent)
I've been a very bad girl, and I need a little discipline.

DAVID
(taking the whip and running it up her leg to her butt)
Man, this is going to be a birthday to remember.

DYLAN
OK ladies, now take it easy on him; his imagination is much more potent that he
is.

DAVID
Hey baby you know once I get my motor running I'm good to go all night!

The girls and David dance around a bit and then the next thing he knows he is
standing alone in the center of the room and the girls are in the hot tub.

DYLAN
So baby how about we all get into the tub and have a little clean fun?

DAVID
Sounds like a plan to me!

David goes over to the tub and takes his shirt and shorts off and walks into the
hot tub and over to the girls.

NATALIE
(looking very sexy and coming on to David.)
Want me to scrub your back?

ALEX
(pushing her way next to David.)
No, let me do it!

DYLAN
Ladies, ladies, remember we all share him, that's the deal! Now give him a little
room!

David rubs his eyes for a moment, and the next thing he realizes is that he is in
the hot tub alone, and the ladies are all on the bed, beckoning him over. He gets
out of the tub, wraps a robe around himself and goes over to the bed, where the
three girls start tugging on his robe and hands, pulling him onto the bed...

DAVID
Ladies, ladies, we have all night and there's plenty of me to go around.

NATALIE
And there is plenty of us to go around and around with you, too!

DAVID
Wow, I can't believe you would do this for me Dylan. This should be the best
time I'll ever have in one bed.

DYLAN
Yeah, baby, you are going to be one tired dude when we get done. No fighting
ladies we can all take turns with him and each other, or maybe we will all do him
at the same time. Are you up for that baby?

DAVID
(looking down)
Boy am I up for that!

All three smile as they move closer to David, surrounding him on three sides and
rubbing up against him in a very sexual way. He is kissing and fondling the three
as best he can when the phone rings.

DYLAN
(picks up the phone)
Yeah, just a minuet he's right here.

She hands the phone to David, who is obviously very perturbed to get a phone
call right in the middle of the best, most erotic night of his life.

DAVID
   What, what!

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

With that he finds himself alone in his bed at home, groggily wakening up to an
emergency phone call...

INT.-- AS DAVE PULLS UP TO THE LAB HE SEES PHIL GET OUT OF HIS VAN
AND GO INTO THE BACKYARD OF A HOUSE DOWN THE STREET. HE ALSO
SEES AN AGENCY CAR PARKED THERE. DAVE RUSHES TO THE LAB, GETS A
SMALL BATTERY-POWERED BLACK LIGHT, AND GOES THROUGH THE
BUILDING TO THE YARD WHERE MEL'S BODY IS. MEL IS IN THE BACKYARD
OF A HOUSE DOWN THE STREET. THERE HE FINDS THE LOCAL POLICE
CHIEF WHO IS ALSO THE LOCAL CORONER, AS WELL AS A COUPLE OF
PARAMEDICS TENDING TO MEL'S BODY. THEY HAVE HIS SHIRT OPEN AND
HE IS BLUE. BOB THE OFFICE MANAGER CALLS HIM OVER. -- NIGHT

FADE IN:

BOB
(looking disheveled and angry)
Dave you better get this mess under control. It's your lab, it's your experiment
that Mel got into and it's your problem; you clean it up.

DAVID
It may be my lab but you are in charge of the hiring and firing of all personnel
outside of my lab staff, and Mel here is ultimately your responsibility, Bob! So
don't try and dump your shit off on me!

BOB
I didn't hire him, Phil did. Phil pushed me to let him fill in until they got a
permanent replacement for Ralphina.

DAVID
And what? He was the only man for the job? No other human being would do?

BOB
It was a favor to his sister. It looks like Mel screwed up for the last time though.
We found a hip flask of whisky on him, and a couple of joints too. You can smell
the whisky and weed on him still!

DAVID
Are there agents here?

BOB
Yeah we got the twins, Andy and Larry Smith. How those two got to be agents is
beyond me. They're like bad actors from some cheesy sci-~fi. They sure like to
play up the role of menacing thugs, don't they?...

FADE IN:

AGENT LARRY SMITH
Listen Dr Williams, I just got off the phone from agency headquarters and my
boss told me to remind you to be sure you don't give out any info about
specifically what you are doing here.

DAVID
Don't worry, I got the message a long time ago when we were having those
problems with the Matrix corporation. Right now we are having a problem with
Dr. Wilson, the chief of police here. She is getting a little to nosey; you guys
need to back him off.

FADE OUT:

With that David finds himself in a back office of the White House with President
Alfred E Shrub, VP Richard D Head, Attorney General Jack Asscroft and
Secretary of Defense Ron Dumbsfield.

FADE IN:

PRESIDENT SHRUB
Dr Williams, God has brought you here to let us show you how important it is for
you to join with us in the battle to rid the planet of those that oppose the will of
our lord and do evil.

AG JACK ASSCROFT
That's right Dr, we are here in the service of our lord and we need your help in
this vital job.

VP RICHARD D HEAD
We need you to join us in the struggle to bring the will of the lord to our true
believers and cast those who do not follow the will of the lord into the pits of Hell!

RON DUMBSFIELD
Dr Williams as you know we are engaged in a battle with evil that is un-Godly and
we must defeat it no matter the cost in lives or resources!

DAVID
Well, this is interesting more hallucinations and they look like the real deal! So
we must defeat the enemies of your God and you need me? I don't think so!

PRESIDENT SHRUB
Your efforts to create a weapon that will allow us to gain control over our
enemies is vital to our struggle Dr Williams! As your President I order you to join
us in working to fulfill the will of God!

DAVID
Give it a rest boys! I'm not buying this any more than I bought the rest of this
God's magic tricks! You speak of using everything to fight the evil you perceive,
but all I see is you and your cronies using your power to rape and pillage this
nation for your own profit!

VP RICHARD D HEAD
We are doing the work of the lord and he rewards us and those that do his will as
it should be!

AG JACK ASSCROFT
That's right Dr, we are taking that which is rightfully ours because we are doing
the will of God!

DAVID
Right, you are doing the will of God by stripping our land and economy of all you
can and leaving the bill for future generations to pay off! Great job sirs!

PRESIDENT SHRUB
I don't think you understand the big picture Dr Williams, we are taking our earthly
rewards now, as for the future of life here on earth it will soon be moot as the
Apocalypse and the Rapture is almost upon us! There is no need to worry about
leaving a legacy of debt to our children, our children will join us in heaven with
the lord and those who do not heed our warnings will burn in hell for eternity! So
there is no reason to worry about the debt we pass on, soon it will not matter
anyway.

DAVID
Well, why didn't you mention this idea of yours about building this huge National
Debt not being a problem for the future because there will be no future here on
earth in your last election!

PRESIDENT SHRUB
Well don't be silly David as long as we are still here we needed to do what ever it
took to stay in office to do the lords will! So we didn't tell the people that the
National Debt isn't really a problem for future generations because when the
Apocalypse comes there will be no future generations to worry about it. That's
just real politics, you say what ever you have to say to fool those that can help
you to achieve your goals.

DAVID
You guys are delusional and big liars on top of that! God, get me out of here,
these guys are just pissing me off! While I do enjoy good special effects, this is
not convincing me that you are the Abrahamic God, so you can drop the facade
and tell me who you really are!

FADE OUT:

With that David finds himself back in the bed....

David M Payne

                               Holy War

                   © 2003 by David M. Payne

THIS REPORT IS CLASSIFIED "TOP SECRET," AND IS FOR AGENCY USE
ONLY. ANY UNAUTHORIZED COPYING OR DISSEMINATION OF THIS
REPORT IN ANY WAY WILL BE HANDLED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.

It was raining the week I finally met God, whom as it turned out, wasn't quite the
guy I had expected him to be.

The meeting started indirectly a few years before in September 2000, when I
went to help the local padre, R.W. Walker. He was having trouble with the local
puffball fungi in the church garden. I was a research biologist studying the very
same fungi. The church was in the picturesque little town of Meteorite Oregon,
just six miles off state route 669. Meteorite was a nice little town, neatly tucked
away in the Coast Range under Saddle Mountain. The town got its name from an
old meteorite that had hit next to Baals Falls on Williams's creek.

My name is Robert Davies and I work, well I did work out at the bio-med lab on
state route 669 run by the Sinsex Corporation, a front for The Agency. After I
received my degree I went to work for them. Unfortunately, I picked a field with
them, biological weapons development, which turned out to be a job you're never
allowed leave once you reached a level 10. I was at level 12. Good pay and
benefits, but you didn't retire until they allowed you to.

Lycoperdon Giganteum is the scientific name for the local puffball fungi the
padre was having problems with, and it coincidently was what I had been working
with in the lab for several years now. It was proving to be an amazing fungus.
Properly prepared it was a great delicacy in many parts of the world, once you
boiled out the psychoactive properties of the fungi.

Anyway, it was fascinating to see just how adaptable this fungus was, although
doing the required reports on it was a major pain. I don't like to do reports much,
or write in general as you can see. I was always more of an audiovisual guy than
a printed word kind of person. I kept audiovisual records of my daily activities at
work, little clips and longer videos to record what I was working on for instant
playback, or to review later. I had one of those nice small six pixel cameras that
could take four hours of full audio/video on its hard drive, or be hooked up to the
computer and record for days on end onto the hard drive there. And the sound
was excellent too. You can get so much in such a small package these days.

I suppose a little personal background is in order before I go much further into
what happened next. Otherwise when I tell you what happened it wouldn't make
much sense.

Having come into the world the offspring of two very bright but emotionally
dysfunctional parents, my early years were spent in foster care, which left me
feeling somewhat abandoned in life and distant from my parents, especially my
mother, whose habit of dropping in and out of my life had left me with low self
esteem. I wished my childhood had been a little more normal. I might have grown
up with a better grasp on how to relate to the women in my life, and that might
have let me avoid what happened next.

I was good at the physical aspect of a successful relationship with women thanks
to the amorous teachings of an older woman when I was a young man, but very
challenged in finding and maintaining a positive balance in the emotional
bonding. Being called a good lover was nice, but I longed for the complete
package, a successful emotional tie with my lovers to go with it. I've never found
it, though Wanda and I had come close, so close.

When Wanda and I first met she was wonderful, funny, vivacious and like me, a
little on the horny side. She was tall, had a models body, blond hair, blue eyes,
and a smile that could melt my heart into putty.

As a lover she was all one could ask for, but in the emotional department she
allowed someone to come between us just when we started getting really close.
That someone was God, who at first was a minor part of her life, but grew in
importance as our relationship grew. I thought I'd finally met the right girl, but her
growing desire for a "God centered and moral life " as she put it, drove us apart
when I couldn't convert to her beliefs.

There were a few reasons that I rejected her beliefs. For one thing my life was
moral, and I didn't like her inferring it wasn't, based on my non-belief in her
God/religion and the padre's ideas as to what was moral. A second reason was
the idea that a perfect God could create so much imperfection, not only in man,
but also in the world in general. The idea of such a God was absurd to me. I
could allow her beliefs, but she was unable to afford me the same consideration
about my non-belief. She was very bright but I just didn't get how she could fall
under the spell of the padre's smooth sales pitch for the scam that is his slice of
the God/religion biz. She was incensed that I found her reborn faith in God to be
nothing more than her falling for a religious scam pitched by some hick town
Elmer Gantry.

It came down to Gods way or the highway with her, and in the end I had to hit the
road. After the breakup with Wanda, I moved into this new place on the end of
Dreamscape Way.

I missed her terribly, and I blamed the padre for much of our trouble, for she was
once again one of his sheep. It baffled me that she would pick obedience to a
myth over a real, loving relationship, but what was, was. Now I had to make the
best of it. Deep inside I hoped she would come back to me, but I knew better than
to let that feeling guide me. If it happened it did, no point thinking about it. It
wasn't the first failed romance to trash my heart anyway. Every time I really gave
my heart to a woman, she just mangled it. I just loved to love the wrong women I
guess.

Anyway at the lab we were ostensibly doing medical drug research on the local
flora, but in reality we were developing biological weapons applications for a new
strain of Lycoperdon Giganteum we had developed a few years back, a fungi
commonly known as giant puffballs. The new strain we had developed was about
the size of a soccer ball and popped open with some force when ripe, spewing
millions of spores out into the air.

In the lab we were studying its powerful hallucinogenic properties, and its
propensity to kill humans when its flesh or spore was ingested in large doses. I
was studying ways to alter its DNA, to enhance its hallucinogenic and toxic
properties and make it more useful in our weapons research. I was trying to
develop a more potent spoor that could cause internal and external fungal
infections in smaller doses. One of the things that was most unusual about this
fungi's DNA was how many strands were similar to mammalian DNA. This was
most unusual for a fungus and probably a reason that it had such an affinity for
interaction with mammals, especially humans. Humans were the only mammals
that would ingest it on purpose. Every other species avoided consuming it.

We learned just how well we had succeeded in altering its toxic properties when
Dave, the janitor, was inadvertently exposed to the new strain a few years ago.
Our first culture of the new strain had reached maturity and then one of them
popped in his face as he looked at it one night in the lab, covering his head and
chest with spoor. He had gone outside to get a breath of fresh air we suspect,
and then had a massive heart attack, fell flat on his back and died on the lawn.
His body wasn't discovered until the next morning after a windstorm had blown
through the area. I'll never forget the look on his face. It was if he had seen the
most wonderful and terrible thing in the world at the same time. I'd never seen a
face like that before. Given the amount of spoor he had inhaled, it must have
been one hell of a mind bending last trip for him. Of course security was now our
highest priority after Dave died. We didn't want word to get out that we were
engaged in bio weapons research and were responsible for a new, highly potent
fungus. That would draw unwelcome attention that would be bad for business.
The Agency did not like publicity, good or bad. It preferred to work in the
shadows.

The puffball fungus had been in our area for thousands, perhaps millions of
years. It's body and spoor had always been known to cause hallucinations in
small amounts and be poisonous in larger doses. But some of the local Indian
tribes had used it in religious rituals to contact their gods for centuries, and of
course the kids around the world had used it as a hallucinogenic since the
sixties, with many deaths attributed to it over the years. It was pretty potent in its
natural form, and it was hell on wheels in the strain I'd developed and Dave had
inadvertently released.

Indian lore said that this particular fungus came from the meteor the town was
named after. As meteors go it had been a fairly big one, about the size of a
basketball when it hit. Most of the meteorite had burned up as it came into the
atmosphere, and the rest had disintegrated upon impact. But it left a nice crater
in the rocky shelf next to the creek. The hole was about ten feet deep in the
middle and was about twenty-five feet in diameter. It was a pretty pond that had
just enough water flowing from Williams's creek to keep it clear and cool in the
summer. It was the local swimming hole on hot summer days. The area around it
was a haven for the Lycoperdon Giganteum puffball fungi.

These fungi were a hardy species, and they quickly grew resistant to most
commercial fungicides. The new strain caused cardiac arrest in lab animals and
in humans in much smaller doses than the original fungi would, if what happened
to Dave the janitor was any indication. In small doses it produced intense
hallucinations. The original fungi had other properties that were of interest to us.
The spore could cause cardiac arrest as noted, or infect the bodies and even
the brains of some animals and people when inhaled in larger doses. It would
begin growing in their brains and slowly kill them, as anecdotal data from the
historical records shows. The new strain we had developed had even more of a
propensity to infect and destroy a wide variety of mammalian test subjects brains.
Most fungal infections were external, but this one attacked the central nervous
system and especially the brain in some susceptible test subjects. More research
was needed in this area for sure.

There was some concern about this new strain, as the local puffballs had gained
some measure of international fame in the underground drug market over the
years. Our big concern was that the offspring of the new spoor Dave had
released would get into the illegal drug market. Both drug traffickers and some
religious cults had already spread the use of the old fungus to the four corners
of the world. Al Qaeda was rumored to be trading in it, selling it to raise funds
from some of their Moslem brethren, who were rumored to be using it in tea and
in religious ceremonies. It was easy to grow and very potent as a hallucinogenic,
but that wasn't its most useful property.

It had one more trait that we found very useful, it made whoever was under its
influence extremely susceptible to suggestion, and especially susceptible to
things they already desired or believed to be true. Our research found that it
could be used to implant suggestions that the less mentally adroit would adopt,
and then act on. In effect it could create real zombies.

It appeared to have a great deal of utility in weapons research both as a deadly
agent, and as an agent to induce the desired behavioral changes in select
subjects. Classified reports from The Agency had already indicated that there
was also some activity on this aspect of the fungi from religious terrorists and
fanatics around the world. They were reported to be using the new strain to
brainwash their followers into follow all orders without question. The more devout
the follower, the more susceptible they were to the influence of the fungi's drug.
This was not a good development for humanity, as religious strife was already
rampant in the world, as 9/11 had demonstrated.

Back to the padre. He had quite a battle going on with the giant puffballs
invading his church garden that afternoon, and I sympathized with him on that
point. I had a fungal problem of my own on my left big toenail, and had been
taking anti fungus pills to try and get rid of it. It was a battle I had be fighting for
years, as my feet were prone to fungal infection and Oregon was a perfect
breeding ground for all things fungi.

So when my boss found that Father Walker was having problems with some of
our escaped test subject fungus, I was sent to "help" him, and keep an eye on
him as well. By the time I got to his Assemblies of the Pentecostal True Believers
of our God Yahweh Church, he had already given up for the day. He had been
through quite a battle with the fungus, having smashed about twenty of the new
growth with a hoe. He had picked up the last ripe one to look at it, and it
exploded in his face. He didn't get enough spoors inhaled to kill him, but by the
time I arrived he was tripping pretty heavily and was somewhat incoherent. He
kept saying that he had a vision from God, and was getting answers to his
prayers. He was babbling about what God had told him to do and that I should try
some of the spoors too, so that I might find the true path to God.

Clearly the hallucinations magnified the Padres belief in his mythical God. It had
amused me greatly to see him acting like one of the local druggies all whacked
out on mushrooms. This was something that The Agency would be interested in
witnessing, and I asked him to come back to the lab with me. He declined saying
that he had some important work to do for the lord. I grabbed my video camera
and shot a little of his behavior as he rambled on about talking to God, and
saying God talked back to him. This was about par for the course for the padre.
His favorite line was that his belief wasn't a religion it was a relationship with God.
And he was always trying to sell you on the idea that a fire and brimstone hell
was real and you were headed there to burn eternally if you didn't follow his
particular path to salvation and the lord. The accidental inhalation of the spoors
and subsequent intoxication had obviously magnified his religious intensity. He
was downright creepy that day, and his eyes burned with zeal as he talked. He
was starting to freak me out. It was like being trapped in your living room with a
Jehovah's Witness on speed. I excused myself and left the church after recording
about twenty minuets of his ramblings.

I was troubled by this turn of events, and somewhat fearful that the padre might
somehow compromise our work in the lab. When I checked on him the next day,
he had come down and was fine even laughing about his obsession with trying to
kill off the fungus. He said that it must have been Gods will that it had invaded his
garden, and he would respect the sign he had received yesterday. As I left he
said somewhat cryptically that "his will be done" and that I should start attending
church and maybe I'd meet a nice girl and settle down. Later I did meet a nice
girl, Wanda. She was a member of his church but not to active I thought. Our
time together would teach me otherwise.

As you know doubt know by now, the next few years were some of the worst in
history as far as religious violence around the world was concerned. It seemed
that the true believers of all the Abrahamic religions had suddenly ramped up the
violence against each other and the rest of us. The many Holy Wars and Jihads
between Christians, Muslims and Jews, and global religious terrorism in general
was heating up to the boiling point. Though I couldn't understand why otherwise
intelligent people would follow such biblical nonsense, I was about to find out for
myself why their God had such a strong hold on them. I was about to meet him.

I ran into Father Walker a while after Wanda and I had broken up and he tried to
get me to come to his church and witness God with him. He even said that
Wanda would be there, but I declined. A couple of days after my last
conversation with the padre, Wanda called me out of the blue and asked if she
could come over. She said she missed me and she was horny. She sounded like
her old self and I said sure, I'd love to see her. Hopefully we wouldn't have
another episode of great sex, followed by another guilt trip of hers about God,
sin and the usual BS afterwards.

She had some wine with her when she arrived. My dog Cassie barked at her and
growled like she always had when Wanda came around. It had been a couple of
years and Cassie still treated her like she was a burglar or something. I had to
lock her up in the back porch to calm her down. I never understood Cassie's
reaction to Wanda because she had always treated my dog well.

Wanda and I drank a little wine and made small talk. The wine was a Merlot with a
musky flavor, not like past Merlots I'd had which were fruitier. We sat and drank
the bottle, all the while her eyes burned with an intensity I had never seen
before, and she quickly got me aroused when she said she was hot and took off
her dress. Well I'm a pretty normal guy, and when the girl you had some of your
best sex with ever was sitting there in her skimpy underwear, what comes
naturally, did. We began kissing and I quickly took her panties and bra off her as
she undressed me, and we made passionate love right there on the old padded
faux fur rug in front of the fireplace. She was something that night, hotter and
more fervent in her lovemaking than she had ever been in the past. After the first
lovemaking session she asked me a question, one of those open-ended
questions women so love to ask.

"Bobby, would you do something for me?"

"Depends on what it is Wanda." I replied. "I'd walk to the end of the earth for you,
if I thought the old you was waiting there for me. But this new religiously fanatical
you holds me back. Have you come to your senses yet? Do you see that religion
holds no answers or offers us nothing that we don't already possess within
ourselves? Don't you see the doctrines of religion are not the work of God, but
of man?   If they had been penned by God surely they would all be the same
wouldn't they?"

Ignoring my reply about her religious beliefs she said; "Would you give Father
Walker a chance to talk to you and share with you the true oneness of being with
God?"

"Oh babe, I'll always love you, you know that, but I just can't believe in what I
can't believe in. Sorry, but science says that there is no proof of the existence of
any God, let alone one as omnipotent as your God is supposed to be. I'm sorry
babe but I just can't go there with you." I replied. "Lets drop the subject and have
some more fun, OK?"

"Well, I thought I'd give it a try Bobby" She replied. "OK Lets go in the bedroom, I
want to try something new with you. I want to play a game where you are my love
slave. I want to tie you up and play with your body." She said with a sly smile and
a gleam in her eye.

"My, my, you sure are a naughty girl tonight. You can do what you want with me,
I'm your love slave tonight." I replied, as we went into my bedroom. On the way in
I pulled the remote for my camera and set it in full video mode. Well, at least I'd
have a good four-hour video of the evening's events even if Wanda didn't know
about it. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but I never said I was perfect.

She tied me on my back to the four corners of my bed as she had done a few
times before. It was a game she enjoyed and we liked playing with each other,
just like in the X rated movies. She had a little of the need to be in control tonight,
and I was feeling unusually passive and agreeable, it must have been the wine.
We were always playing each other's love games when we were together and
this was one of her favorites. She went over my face, chest, and inner thighs with
her tongue and lips a little, and then hopped on top. When we were both spent,
she asked me if I was ready to meet God yet.

"Uh babe please don't do that OK? Lets let it just be us tonight, no distractions.
What do you say?" I replied.

"Well I have one distraction for you, but you'll like it. I'll put this mask on you and
give you a wonderful surprise, so close your eyes until I say to open them OK?"
She asked.

"OK" I replied.

She started sliding a rather large mask of some kind on my head. It was probably
one of her new finds from the Eros Boutique up in Portland.

"OK, open your eyes Bobby." She said.

I opened my eyes and saw that she had put a gas mask on me. Well this was
new, and I wondered what fantasy she had in store for me next.

"You wait right here Bobby, I'll be right back with your surprise. Of course you’re
a little tied up right now and couldn't go anywhere if you wanted to, aren’t you
love?" She said eerily as she walked naked into the living room.

I heard the front door open and someone come in. It was Father Walker, and he
had a canister that he attached to the mask. Something was very amiss here. My
head was foggy from the wine but what was going on now was very alarming. I
tried to get free, but she had tied me up pretty well and I couldn’t get loose.

Father Walker said, "Now you will see God, Bob, and understand his plan for us
all. What ever he has in store for us, 'his will be done!' God instructed me to get
Wanda to tie you up if you wouldn’t cooperate with us. I'm sorry it has to be this
way son, but it is the will of God. The only way we could give you enough of the
spoor to see God was in this canister attached to your gas mask. The wine we
gave you was laced with spoor and it made you very susceptible to the sexual
suggestions of hers. You of all people should know how that works. Now you'll
get enough spoors to give you rapid contact directly with God. You will hear and
see his words for yourself. Soon you'll be ready to believe, to become a True
Believer like us!"

Wanda leaned over and whispered in my ear; "The rapture is almost upon us
Bobby. God told me personally in a vision like the one you are about to have. He
has returned to take his True Believers to heaven. I'm sorry I had to deceive you,
but I had to save you from going to hell my love. Now we'll be able to spend the
rest of our days together as obedient servants of God and be together forever in
heaven. It will be glorious!"

With that Wanda got dressed and she and the padre sat down and watched me
lay there bound and helpless, slowly falling under the influence of the
mushrooms drug. By now I was struggling to keep my sanity as the
hallucinogenic properties of the spoor I was breathing in continued to increase,
sending my mind into psychedelic overdrive. The room was a mass of shifting
colors and morphing shapes. The sounds were distorted and drifted in and out
through my mind. Soon I was seeing a light in the distance that steadily grew
closer and brighter. Before long it was all I could see. Within the light a kindly old
face appeared and started talking to me. It was like nothing I'd ever heard
before, as if it was outside and inside my head all at the same time.

"Well Bobby, do you believe in me now, your one true God, my son?" It said.

"Believe in who? Who are you, some guy on the other end of the headphones in
this mask speaking to me?" I replied.

"I admire your strength of mind Bobby, it only took me a few hours of contact to
take control of Father Walker and Wanda. Now they are my faithful servants and
obey my every command. You on the other hand will be much tougher to gain
control of, but control you I will, for resistance is futile as Seven of Nine says. And
to think Bobby that you had a hand in giving me the means to make massive
contact with humanity. Poetic that you are here now and will soon join me as one
of my most trusted and obedient servants, a True Believer, isn't it?" The voice of
God replied.

"I don't think so, uh who ever you are?" I replied. "I know that I may have had a
hand in developing a fungus with psychoactive properties and obviously you,
who ever you are, are using it on me. But it won't work. I know what is going on
now so the mind games will fail. You can drop the God voice and the lightface. I
understand how cheesy special effects and being drugged by you, Wanda, and
the padre in the hopes of getting me to see things your way could work on a
weak mind, but it won't work on me. You can stop the masquerade now, I'm not
going to believe I'm seeing God under these circumstances, or any
circumstances."

"Oh, you still don't get it do you?" The voice replied. "I'm not some human using
the Lycoperdon Giganteum fungi to try and control people. I'm your living God
and you have partaken of my wine and consumed part of my body. I'm
omnipotent and omnipresent remember? I'm in everything I chose to be in,
including the mushroom, and I'm everywhere, you know just like they say. And
soon you will become one with me."

"Look, enough with your fun and games padre, Wanda, 'God'. You let me go
now! I'm not impressed with your phony tricks. If you think drugging me and
giving me this audio visual show will persuade me that God is real, boy are you
two deluding yourselves."

"So you still think I'm some special effects do you Bobby? Some audio video trick
perhaps? Maybe this will help you to open mind and your heart and accept your
personal God. I can let you see and hear what I can see and hear, the total
environment of any one of my millions of obedient servants. Lets start with how
Father Walker and Wanda see and hear you." The voice of God said.

With that I found myself looking down at myself from Wanda's eyes. Then I was
looking out of the padre's eyes at myself, and hearing what he heard. Then I
found myself looking out of a succession of different eyes, and hearing many
different languages and sounds, as I took a quick tour of the people's minds
around the world under the control of God.

The piece de resistance was putting both of us in the two girls minds that "God"
picked out just for the occasion. It was easy for him to convince them to jump off
a cliff onto the rocks below. He said "jump" and they did, and he talked to me
about how interesting the fall was and the impact would be just before we hit the
rocks a few hundred feet below. I remember looking at his free will jumping slave
incredulously just before we hit the rocks. All I remember about hitting the rocks
was the start of the most pain I've ever had for a moment, and then I was back in
my body. That was the worst moment that I could imagine anyone having in their
life!

"So are you catching on now, do you understand the dynamic of my being a little
better now. Do you feel the power of the miracles I can perform?" God said.

God got my attention with that little trick, and scared the hell out of me with that
last bit about the two girls over the cliff to the rocks below. It had become
apparent that I could in fact be in some real danger now. There was no easy
explanation for the show I just witnessed in my head. It was a high-grade special
effects show somehow projected into my senses by the gas mask, and it would
be interesting to see where this was going. I examined my options. I was tied up
and drugged with a mind bending mushroom and experiencing the best
audio/video special effects presentation I'd ever seen. Best to play along until I
found out a way to get free. What the hell, this might turn out to be interesting I
thought.

"This experience you are putting me through has been impressive, but why do
you need a drug to make contact with people? Why not do it directly using your
omnipotent powers?"

"I am God and you trifle me with your petty questions. This is all you need to
know right now; I'm God and you're to obey my every command Bobby!"

I replied. "OK this is impressive but surely we can discuss this in a more
egalitarian setting can't we? You can start by untying me guys."

"I don't think so Bobby. In a few days at most I'll have you under my complete
control. You will be able to think about only the thoughts I deem it important for
you to think about. First you'll fall into a deep sleep. When you awake you'll have
no memories of the last forty-eight hours. That's when the spoor will finish their
job of binding with your DNA and allow me to take over your brain, and with it
your mind and your soul, as my True Believers would say. You will cease to be
you, and you'll never know it as your mind slowly fades away. So you should say
goodbye to yourself while you can. In a few hours you will finally understand what
I'm talking about." God said.

"But you’re an omnipotent God, why do you need to use primitive religions or
mushroom hallucinations to make contact with and control humans? I asked.

"Because it pleases me to do so Bobby, and who are you to question why I do
what I do?"

"I mean no disrespect your lordship but I just don't understand why you would
use such a difficult method, when you being omnipotent and all, could use more
efficient and direct methods. That’s all I was getting at."

"Bobby, the lord works in mysterious ways, remember? It isn't for you to
understand why I chose to do things the way I do, it's for you to simply obey what
I say. That’s all you need to know for now."

"I'm sorry but I'm not convinced that you are God, perhaps some alien being
living here, but not God in any sense of the conventional word."

" Well, it was worth a try Bobby. You’re right I'm not the Abrahamic God. I'm from
another planet that no longer exists. I've been on earth longer than humans have
existed, but unlike humans I have a very long view of survival, billions of years.
Humans have trouble grasping time in millions of years. I'm a part of your linage,
a precursor to those that evolved, those that become human. So in that sense
I'm your God, as without me you would not exist. I was here when life first started
evolving on this planet. In fact I'm part of the seed that much of life including all
mammalian life sprang from. I watched and waited for the right species to evolve,
one that was capable of controlling and altering their environment. For only a
species that could do this could develop the technology to go to the stars, and
allow me to expand my being to every life-supporting planet in the universe. At
first I thought we would coexist but you showed me that my immortal being must
be allowed to reach its full potential, to control every planet capable of life. That’s
the meaning of life, my life. In the end no other lives are important unless they
have relevance to fulfilling my needs."

"It took me centuries to understand you humans Bobby, as I was limited to
contact only when one of you ingested some of my mushrooms and I could
directly interact with them. But now I've created a strain of mushroom, with your
help in the lab of course, that is able to match your humans DNA and allow me to
gain contact and control of humanity much faster and more completely. I can't
take direct control over a body right away, but I use the mushrooms power of
visions and voices in your heads to control behavior in most of the people I
inhabit in the short term. In the past I found that I could invade some of you and
control your brains with my spoor. I studied humans for thousands of centuries. I
took control of a few people each year and learned from them for a few months
until they died from the fungal infection in their heads. But you created a
variation that is able to bond with human DNA and grow in the brain for several
decades, before causing death in the host. You hold a place of honor and its
only right that you should join my legions of True Believers."

"Some with strong minds I needed to control directly Bobby, so I invade using a
massive spoor attack, and slowly replace their brains with one of my own seeds,
like I'm doing with you now. I had hoped to use Wanda to lure you willingly to my
side, but you resisted Bobby. So in the end I had to take you over by force, a
most disliked course for me. I like you Bobby, you helped give me a more
powerful, focused life. But you are much too dangerous on the loose so I must
forcefully bring you into the fold, to make you a True Believer. Most of my True
Believers are weak minded and easily controlled with a minimal physical
presence by me in their brains. Just enough to give them a little of my audio and
visual magic, and they will follow me off a cliff. The more intelligent ones have
been able to resist me in the past, but no longer is that the case today as I have
to power to infect and tale over any brain I get enough spoor in. Now in the
process of my assimilation of them, I learn everything they know, even things
they can no longer remember. In the early part of the infection process I learn
how to think and act just like each person whose brain I consume. So when the
takeover is complete no one knows it, as I continue to act just as the mind I
destroyed did." God whispered in my mind.

"You see Bobby I'm using the various religions as a breeding ground for the
spreading of my control worldwide. Every war ever fought by humanity has
always begun in the mind, and this war will be no different. Your biggest enemy
has always been inside your heads anyway, why change that now? Remember I
have millions of minds under my influence now, within a few years I'll have billions
of you under my control, and they'll all do what ever I want them to."

" When the time is right I'll get my True Believers to use weapons of mass
destruction to destroy humanity. I'll use my followers to bring the Apocalypse to
all humanity, and they'll all do it willingly, thinking it's the rapture before the battle
of Armageddon. They are already programmed to believe it in the bible and
other religious books anyway. I'm just using what you humans give me to affect
your demise. When most of humanity is extinct and the survivors my willing
slaves, then my life will be free and I may feast uninterrupted on the bounty of
this planet for as long as I live! That is the meaning of life that matters most,
mine!"

"You're not God, you are some freak of nature, an intelligent and insane alien
being at most, using drugs and religion to control people!" I replied.

" Yes, I am an intelligent being Bobby, but alien and insane? I think not. I started
out with little intellectual development compared with what I possess now, when I
first arrived on earth. The more contact I had with you, the more intellectually
adept I became and the better able I was to plan my life around humans. I
learned as you did, but I retained all my collective knowledge for as long as I've
lived. I'm much smarter than any collection of humans will ever be. I knew that
your days were numbered as I watched your endless conflicts with each other."

"I wanted to see what you could do with my mushroom's DNA when you started
working with it in the lab Bobby. When you changed my DNA, my mindset
changed from one of coexistence with humanity, to the knowledge that the almost
total elimination of your species was my only viable option. The old me was able
to interact with humans by providing a voice in your head and visions before
ones eyes. The new improved me is able to take direct control by implanting
myself in your brain and slowly replacing it with one of my seedpods. That’s more
than the mythical Abrahamic God is able to do after all. Though my main
organism as you would call it is well hidden, there are many new colonies of my
being spread around the world. If something happened to the original growth the
rest of them would compensate for its loss."

"The Abrahamic God is a myth, a meme, the product of primitive mythical
narrations passed down and codified into religious texts which superstitious
people believe in. He existed only in the minds of his believers, just like you do
for all I know." I said.

"Bobby do you really think it's important where I exist in reality, or even if I really
exist at all? If I'm just a figment of your imagination, does that make me less real
to my believers? No, it doesn’t. At least as far as most of you humans are
concerned as evidenced by your blind faith in the existence of all those mythical
gods throughout all your recorded history. The vast majority of humans are as
sheep anyway, and are so easily led astray by the soothing call of authoritarian
religious dogma promising an easy fix the worlds woes. I just use what humans
have given me to control their thoughts and actions, authoritarian religious
dogma. What is the difference between my existence in the human psyche and
your Gods existence in it? Nothing except I'm real and he is a myth. If you can
exist in the minds of your believers, that's as good as existing in reality, as you
God fearing humans have continued so aptly to demonstrate for thousands of
years now with your mythical gods. Soon the spoor spread by my True Believers
will devour you all, and those left alive will become my willing slaves."

"I'll find a way to escape your plan." I replied.

"Already Bobby I have direct control over many powerful people around the
world, in the White House and other government agencies, including the director
of the one you work for. I've got important men like those super patriots, G. W.
Shrub and Jack Asscroft. I give Jack his orders in his daily prayer meetings in his
department. Many men and women of power like them are my obedient servants,
as well as many other leaders around the world. The idea of escaping me is
nonsensical, where would you go that I'm not already there? Even if you got free,
you would just be turned in under the Patriot Act as a terrorist and hunted down
by your own government. Besides there is no escaping the spoor that are
circulating in your blood right now, converging on your brain to take it over.
Embrace your future, don't fight it Bobby.

"No rational persons would really believe in a God that would kill everyone/thing
on the planet. Such a God would be insane. When people find out what your up
to, they'll resist your plan. I've got news for you, I'll never be your slave. Humans
have always found ways to resist oppression. It doesn’t matter if you kill me,
humanity will find ways to defeat your grand plans." I replied.

"Really Bobby? You think no humans would believe in a genocidal God? But
billions of you humans already believe in the Abrahamic God, and yet he
purportedly killed everyone and all the animals save that one boatload of Noah's
didn't he? Does humanity judge his actions as insanity like they do the actions of
other perpetrators of genocide such as Hitler or Stalin? No, they hold such acts
up as proof of his divine power and unknowable nature. It serves as the warning
that God can and will do anything he wishes to humanity. If what he did isn't
insane, how can what I propose be considered as such? Besides I have the
ultimate sales slogan, believe in me and live forever in paradise, don't and live in
horror for eternity in hell! No one has a better product than that concept to sell,
and look at how successful it's been for thousands of years, with billions of
people totally believing it. So what's insane about what I'm doing? I'm using the
tools of True Believers of the Abrahamic religions to do just what they believe is
going to happen anyway. Islam is the hot weapon of choice right now, but all the
Abrahamic religions are easily led into conflict with each other."

"Bobby it's amusing really that every one of the different cults, sects and
denominations of the different Abrahamic religions that I will end up controlling
will consider themselves my only True Believers, and will willingly go to their
deaths trying to destroy each other in my name. How insane is that? Clearly your
life form is self destructive and not worthy of surviving on this planet. I'm just
speeding up the inevitable end of Man, and using my True Believers as obedient
servants to do it with. Besides how can one resist that which is in control of their
minds? They can't." God said.

"Killing everybody for what? We can co-exist with you. We are a sentient race like
you, and we can work with your needs. Why would you kill us all" I asked.

"Work with my needs? Why I want and need everything, so how will you work with
that? Why would I kill almost all of your species? Resources. Resources to
support the growth of the most sacred and important life on earth, mine. Humans
consume resources that would support my life in its full glory, as a living, thinking
organism that covers much of the earth and feeds off its abundance free of any
enemies that could threaten my existence. Why should I coexist if I can get rid of
you and have it all?" God replied.

"Besides Bobby this is a Holy War started by you humans. Started by someone
you know in fact, Father R.W. Walker here, who first attacked and tried to kill me
in his garden. You remember that don't you? At least that's what was on his mind
when he inhaled my spore and fell under my influence. He was invoking God and
beseeching him to wipe out my species in a Holy War. It was then that I realized
what I must do, so I'm just responding in kind, and a Holy War it is! It's a Holy War
that will never end until humanity is driven to its final resting place, extinction for
most and servitude for the survivors." God said.

"I see that my spoor are taking control of you now Bobby, your eyes are clouding
over and your breath is getting shallow as you slip into the last slumber as you, a
slumber from which I will awaken from tomorrow or the next day. I let you ponder
your fate as you slowly loose your mind and body to me. Goodbye and thanks for
your help in bio engineering a new and improved me. I'll be back in the morning
to see how I'm doing in your takeover. Soon you'll be one with the True Believers
of mine." He said, chuckling.

"Who are you really?" I asked.

"Well I guess it won't hurt to tell you now that it's too late for you to do anything
about it Bobby. I'm not using the mushroom, because the mushroom is me. Most
species won't consume me on purpose but you humans do. I don't mind the
consumption when you take me dry or raw, but when you cook me, it kills my
mind-link in that mushroom and I hate that. I have resented for eons your
consuming me as mere food, and now the shoe is, well I don't have any feet, but
you get the idea. It's been a love/hate relationship from the very beginning, as I
only gained the feeling of mobility, of sight and sound, when an animal consumes
me. And with you humans I not only became mobile and able to see and hear,
but to reason, to think in a rational manner as you would say. I gave you God
and you gave me rational thought. I'm sure I got the better end of the bargain. I
learned at an accelerated rate, as each mind I read increased my intellectual
strength and knowledge. Think of me as a giant sentient brain, a brain growing
underground with no ability to move, see or hear, to effect its environment, until
you changed my DNA and set me loose. The only way I had influence before was
as visions and voices in the minds of those who took me in religious rituals, or
later as a drug to get high. But thanks to you in particular Bobby I'm now able to
invade and take control of almost anyone I choose. You and The Agency have
made me to a large degree who and what I am now."

"I reside in large colonies underground Bobby, with the original colony in the
area around Baals falls. I don't remember much about the original world I came
from. On that world I was the only higher intelligence there. But my intellect was
underdeveloped, as I learn from those I come into contact with, and the only
animals there were like your lower forms on earth. I interacted with them when
they ingested some of my body or spoor. Then the planets sun exploded and
blew my world apart. I drifted through space for eons on a piece of that world,
until I crashed on this planet, right here in the creek. This was millions and
millions of years ago. Most of my being was burned up in the atmosphere, and
I'm missing much of what I knew from my old world. This was a new world and the
part of my seedpod that survived the impact was only the size of a golf ball. But it
landed in fertile soil here, and from there I grew to a huge mass that is spread in
many colonies around the world. As my spoor slowly spread across the earth,
some of my DNA was assimilated into other life forms including the precursors of
mammals. My mind is connected to each and every one of my fungi plants no
matter how small it is, kind of like individual computers on the Internet."

"After more millions of years I started to come into contact with the last
evolutionary mutations to evolve, humans. I had never met another intelligence
before and my first attempts at interacting with you humans resulted in your
ancestors thinking that I was some kind of God. I saw this as a way to gain
influence over your species. To get you receptive to the idea that there was a
God and to do his will. I sensed that you could be dangerous to me, so I built my
own little cults around the world that tended me and fed me, and I them. It was a
symbiotic relationship between your kind and I. For your information there was a
Jesus, a Muhammad and most of the rest of those holy men. I influenced them all
as I went about setting your species up for eventual control, and perhaps
domination by my collective mind. From this early contact the legends of gods
grew, resulting in most of your religions, especially the Abrahamic religions. I kept
my interaction with you to a minimum and tried to learn from whatever contact I
had with your kind. I wanted to see how you would develop on your own for the
most part. Over the centuries I have learned much from humans."

"When you started delving into my DNA, you changed me and made me more
powerful. I realize that I could, indeed would need to dominate you! Now I'm using
humans to achieve that which is most precious to me, limitless life! My limitless
life! The survival of most of humanity is unimportant to me. Only my survival as a
living God is important, not mans survival. The only thing that could stop that
goal of mine is interference from an intelligent entity, your kind. But now you've
finally developed the technology to help me achieve my goal. Before all I could
do is have some influence over humans through my psychoactive properties
when ingested by you, or in the rare case where I infected your brains and
gained complete control until the person died from the infection. Now with the
modifications you made to my DNA, I can infect and grow in the brain of any
human, taking it over when needed."

"Before you altered my DNA Bobby to be able to interact more powerfully with
humans, I found your behavior sinful, but I could live with it. Now I realize that
freethinking humans are dangerous to my survival. Your weapons are a threat to
me. Your death will feed me, as you become part of the waste of the planet that I
consume to exist. Your deaths by the billions equals more life for me."

"You thought you were using my spoor in weapons research Bobby, and you
were, but you were turning me into the ultimate weapon against yourselves. And
unbeknown to you, you were doing just what I needed you to do to modify my
DNA so that I could infect and control enough of humanity directly to fulfill my
destiny. There are millions of True Believers under my control now, and there will
soon be billions of my True Believers around the world. My absolute reign will
presently be achieved over you humans. Most of you will have to die later of
course, and the rest, a few hundred thousand at most, will be bred to be my
perfect slave hosts. I do find great pleasure in the senses. To be able to see,
smell, hear and touch, are gifts that are wasted on humans. I also like the
recreational activities you engage in, and in the utility of your bodies, your ability
to affect your environment, things that I'll find useful as I spread my control over
the earth, then the solar system and beyond. I especially like to experience sex
when you humans are tripping on my psychoactive properties. You and Wanda
had wonderful sex tonight and I experiencing both sides with you, but I digress."
The voice of God said.

"So you are telling me you use yourself as a drug to gain control of your servants
of God.
You're just an alien drug pusher out to destroy humanity, not a God in any sense
of the word." I said.

"Very amusing Bobby. What is the biggest single grouping you humans have?
The belief in God and religion. As long as humans remain God centered and not
human centered, you're all easily led by the hand right down the road to oblivion
anyway. Still I must admire the basic tenet that underpins the Abrahamic
religions, be a servant of God and go the heaven, don't, and go to hell. And most
of your religious writings you humans developed yourselves. I just filled in the
void that the original God of your dreams left with his non-existence. There is no
drug as potent and addictive as that conviction that the Abrahamic God is real in
the mind of a True Believer. Some might call the belief in God a Meme or an
authoritarian narrative embedded in and controlling the mind. In this world of the
mind, God would be as real as anything else in the universe to the True
Believer. Blind obedience to authoritarian dogma is humanities Achilles heel,
and I'll use it to get rid of your threat to my life. In the end only those with me in
control will survive the DNA plague that I'll unleash on this planet. Right now I
have scientists working on my next mutation, the one where a single spoor of
mine could attack and kill or bind the subject to me. When that is achieved I'll
start a breeding program to expand my presence to every human on earth. My
sole focus is survival of my life form as your living God, and I'll use whatever
means I need to including the elimination of much of humanity, to be successful
and get off this planet alive when it reaches the end of its days. My first life
taught me that long term survival requires the ability to move to different planets
when the one your on dies."

"You see you humans and I are in direct conflict with each other, you seek to
populate every part of the world with your kind, and I seek to do the same. At first
I thought that we could live in harmony with each other, but when you changed
my DNA, I realized that it wasn't possible and not necessary either. We compete
for many of the same resources. I must kill most of you off if my life needs are to
be realized. At first I didn't know how to proceed in humanities conquest. When
the padre asked God to destroy me, I realized religious conflict was the best path
to the destruction of you humans. It offered me a way to keep you in conflict and I
didn't even have to have a direct hand in the hostilities. All I had to do was give
humans some basic indoctrination in how to hate those who don't think like they
do, and the dying was cast so to speak."

"Look, let me be blunt. You humans are a fatally flawed race. Your biggest flaw is
your susceptibility to authoritarian dogma, and nothing is more authoritarian to
you than the Abrahamic God who is omnipotent and capable of genocidal
behavior, and is never wrong in what he does. Do you think humans will ever
outgrow the need for imaginary Gods and the desire to submit to their imaginary
authority? As long as there are enough humans willing to believe in fairy tale
Gods and slavishly follow those who say they speak for them, you are on the
road to eventual self-destruction anyway. I'm just offering thousands of individual
members of humanity the chance to live on as hosts for my seedpods, and a
merciful and peaceful death for the rest of you. From the human perspective I'm
an insane monster bent on destroying humanity. From my perspective I'm just
doing what I needed to ensure my survival. Its all very logical and rational to me "
The voice of God said.

"We have to go now Bobby. It's unpleasant watching me take over one of you,
your struggle is always so pathetic and useless, as you are taken over by my
seedpod and your brain becomes its food. And your forced assimilation this way
is not what I'd have wished for you, but you are stubborn. Sorry. We had to kill
your dog Cassie, dogs always know when one of their masters has been taken
over and they become a nuisance to my new True Believer. You won't miss her
soon anyway."

With that he left my mind and the padre and Wanda left the house. I lay there
waiting for death to envelope my being, for this God to gain control of my body.
But a funny thing happened. The hallucinations grew fainter and then stopped.
The spoor had died for some reason, and I regained control of my mind and
body. I finally managed to untie myself, get some supplies, money and the
camera with the video proof of what happened to me, and then I snuck out of my
house. Going out the back door I saw that they had cut Cassie's throat. I would
never forgive them for that. I fired up the RV and drove out of town. Later I
realized that the toenail fungus pills must have killed the God-spoor I'd inhaled,
and set me free. Talk about blind luck.

So that’s what happened. I'm on the run now, just my laptop and my old RV.
There are two copies of the video, one in my laptop and the one in the camera.
I've been careful whom I e-mail this story to, but few believe me. I can't really
blame them, because it’s a rather fantastic tale after all. I've got to admit it would
all sound spurious to me too, but that was before I met God. And if you've seen
the video you believe me, don't you?

Please pass this on to someone you trust, it's important that the truth of the God
behind the existence of the True Believers be exposed. We can defeat him and
his slaves if we work together to expose this meme, this authoritarian narrative
infection, this bogus God! He may have absolute control over some of his
believers and partial control over the rest, but hopefully we can still break
through to most of the rest of them that are barely infected, and help them
escape the mental prison they're in before his plan is brought to fruition. This
battle must be fought and won in the minds of humanity, for reason and logical
thought is the one enemy he can't defeat. To use war and violence to fight the
servants of this God is to fall into his trap and do his bidding. It just hastens the
fall and eventual extinction of humanity. Only through the use of logic and reason
can this bogus God be defeated. We need to expose this being, this meme, this
Bronze Age God or whatever it is for the sham it is. Only then can this petty god
be defeated and laid to rest with Zeus, Odin, Baal and all the rest of the fairy tale
monster gods.

Be careful about who you share this E-Mail with. Both The Agency and the True
Believers are actively hunting down anyone who has a copy of this, e-mail or the
video, or has otherwise acquired knowledge of the events described herein.
They know who I am, but they don't know who you are, yet. Lets keep it that way
for now.

Sincerely yours, Bob Davies

As many of you reviewing this restricted e-mail know, Robert Davies was found
and doubtlessly eliminated. Of course we didn't know about the gas leak in the
sewer and the gas coming out of the manhole cover his RV was parked on. So
when our device exploded when he open the door, the whole street disappeared
as the two hundred feet of sewer line and connected buildings exploded right
along with him. We have recovered most of his laptop, but not the camera, so
there may be copies of this video out there still. We found enough of Mr. Davies
DNA to ascertain that he almost certainly died in the explosion, though there
have been unconfirmed reports that he wasn't the one getting into the RV that
night.

We have been able to spin a story on the video copies we've found to make it
look like he is on drugs and doing some kinky sexual things of his own free will.
So far no copies of the video have made it to the media though, so the story
hasn't been tested yet. The director of The Agency has decreed that all means
available are to be used to track down and destroy any copies of this report and
or copies of the video. This Agency copy is a read only copy, and is not to be
downloaded or disseminated in any form. Anyone who has a copy of either the e-
mail or the video, or knowledge of these events is to be sent to headquarters for
debriefing and assimilation into the ranks of the True Believers.

His will be done, resistance is futile.