- Mama cosmic state

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PeaceWorld or death

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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)

Le monde paisible ou la mort

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­WORLD WAR COVID

From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld

Learner, begin

Mama Cosmic State

Let's imagine an expanding sphere of cosmic civilization. Source and history unknown. It's called the Mama State: a bureaucratic proxy of long-standing childcare, vital both to nurture complex neural beings and to manage their complex government. Caring for people and things to the extent possible; negotiating this promise to promote its control.

Mama State: Supplemental nutrition, thermal climate protection, defense against predation, displays of affection, deliberate invitations to survive and thrive: all necessary for the development of sentient beings. The more sentient the adult, the greater their need for elaborate "parental" protections. 

Mama State in its natural setting could be a bisexual partnership mother, a geophysical birthplace, or some other sentient agency, regardless of the original species and identity.  Mama State governance would be a bureaucratic meta-proxy of this initial parent-child relationship, the most effective convergence of Darwinian traits to promote sentient growth.

Oumuamua probes one and two confirm themselves as the most recent material reconnaissance missions of the Mama State. Note their apparently  "random" spiral around their axes of travel. Like a fighter jet rolling and pitching (the pilot would like to spiral!) to look into as much volume as possible with his forward sensors.

My favorite fantasy is that the solar system once swarmed with outcasts, drifters and outlaws fleeing from a distant, centralized mother state. These first, ethereal waves to cross the solar system would have included  exiles, deviants, pirates, slavers, and gene butchers: our gods, monsters, and giants of old. In a post-scarcity society of near-infinite energies, the last choice of each member will be between the delivery or receipt of cruelty and care. These nobodies subjected Earthlings to genetic engineering, multiple abuses and enslavement until the next wave of orthodox exploration and colonial policing passed through the solar system, crushed them, and drove their survivors further out and away.

The geopolymer of cyclopean architecture may have been an amalgam of rock dust and chopped-up body parts, both animal and human. The arcana of production and teleportation required for cyclopean construction, considered by us "high-tech magic," could have required the absolute terror of many victims to function properly. The larger and more magnificent their cities, the greater the terror and butchery. The air reeked of the geo-manipulation  of bloodstone, and the screams of terror and agony provided the force behind geo-manipulative sound. Earth was the Island of Dr. Moreau with bloody city-building.

Ancient cyclopean architecture exists that we cannot reproduce economically to scale. Other indications show that this monstrous infrastructure was subjected to continent-shaking tectonics, hyper-tsunami flooding, heat ray attacks (melting and cracking hard stone), and radioactive weapons, without our being able to replicate those effects. The evidence of OOPArt confronts us.  The current desert condition of Mars results from its scouring and  the erasure of its geomagnetic field by orbital hyper-bomb blasts. Evidence exists of technological tampering with the primitive human genome. Circumstantial evidence on these topics is overwhelming, along with much more weighty confirmations of official censorship, destruction and confiscation of proofs.

Who would have chopped us up like that, along with other concentration camp atrocities of twisted DNA sex? Machu Picchu and other sites were simply the bedrock foundations for skyscrapers made of steely light and balconies upheld by shimmer. Hypotheses are made about the construction methods and the time taken for this ancient architecture. Myths state that they took mere hours to build. High-tech-bejeweled shelter pup tents for ignorant refugees. 

The slowly expanding bubble of the Mother State finally caught up with the stay-behind pirates, then sentenced them to planetary extermination for unethical behavior. "You pulled dirty tricks on these humans; you would do the same to us unless we eradicate you." 

How much annihilating energy did it take to transform Nang Madol, Gunung Padang, the eye of the Sahara, pre-Columbian cities, and who knows where else (Atlantis) into stone tooth picks and partially molten stone chips? We are talking about cities built on giant bunkers, selectively vaporized, sunk in magma, or cast into the sea like straw. 

The local vermin (we humans) were allowed to survive like rats in a shipwreck, while the gods and monsters were flamed and cork-screwed à la Iwo Jima. We human survivors, left bewildered by the aftermath (oh well, potential wards of the mother state in the distant background), had to grow up as best we could in the meantime. 

Our PTSD and nightmares of gods and monsters allow us to play circular firing squad, perhaps to the point of omnicide. This would save the Mother State a ton of paperwork. 

Let's play millennial tribal genocide against each other, like obvious victims of meta-PSDT. The ship’s crew of WeaponWorld acts like a starving chicken instead of a united world (One World Govt: unclean!). The deck crew drops hand grenades down the engine room hatch, the bridge staff shoots anyone who ventures onto the main deck, and the cook slowly poisons everyone in secret. Even as they sail into a hurricane. The obvious alternative is PeaceWorld.

Thousands of years later, we await our planetary political unification in order to negotiate an acceptable new arrangement with the cosmic Mother State. It has run into planetary populations that have been  invaded  and abused in the past. Is our WeaponWorld the equivalent of Sentinel Island? It teems with killer primates no-one could negotiate with productively. Will Earth be branded a wilderness with all its drawbacks? Or simply sterilized, as Mars, Venus, and other disappointing and extinct planets, ecosystems, and populations have been in the past. 

The Mama State waits for Earth to speak with one voice, under the representation of a united world. A good diplomat avoids negotiating with anarchic mobs with disparate interests. We must clean up this military anarchy among ourselves, then return to the Mother State to seek its official recognition. Per standard first contact protocols, the Earth would officially sue the Mother State for past abuses. The Mother State would grant 0.00001% of standard rights demands, stingily, like any good bureaucracy would. Abruptly, everyone  on Earth would become a post-scarcity billionaire. What's your problem? Snap your fingers and fix it.

Now, it's just a matter of negotiation. 

Our problems may soon subside if the Mother State can call upon a united voice from Earth. It would not matter how shaky that voice is; this is first contact for which the Mother State has routine protocols. Assuming there is an Earth City Hall that the Mother State can address directly, its cosmic bureaucracy would compensate previous piracy-related abuses. Whether it's a penny on the dollar in compensation for the violation of sentient rights or a millionth of a penny; it will make us two-legged  bottom feeders standing upright under the atmospheric world ocean, that much richer. 

So let's get smart and speak with one voice, so that our children can grow up rich and secure in peace, if not "happy."

PeaceWorld or death.

IN FRENCH

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