PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006 















CHAPTER 55: ROLITH’S PROFESSIONAL OPINION
© Cupideros, Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Rolith closed the religious book.  Softly he patted the book that had dominated the world for 10,000 years.  This book dominating now two planets.  He smiled.  His mind engrossed in many things as his head shook pathetically in the negative.  Tsk…tsk might have been said but he remained silent.  One question consumed his mind.  Why?  Perhaps the disorganized telling of stories resisted group think tendencies?  Perhaps the stories did fall in the exact order needed to manifest a certain outcome?  Why would a God need such a thing, when they can simply make people do their will?  Perhaps life’s organic flow defied conception. 

Rolith stretched his arms and especially his leg.  He got up. He began pacing the room.  “Fucking bum leg of mine,” he said once he reached the northern side of his large office.  The carpet muffled his labored footsteps.  Cleaning crews not allowed in his office for security reasons.  What he did not allow his enemies and sometimes his friends to do, Rolith did—think.  Think in perfect solitude and silence.  Karma did not concern Rolith.  He admitted to himself long ago: his karma going to return him to earth or some earth.  Since he’s already damned, he might as well do a damn well job of it.  Do the worse things possible.  Strive for the outrageous.  Reach for the top position even, the Kingship. 

Rolith paced back southward in is office.  Of course, I must call it the Presidency.  Must continue fooling the Sheep.  Sheep are useful after all.  Their dumbness and naivete provided the greatest cover story of all—I, Rolith, might be an honest man.  A man concerned about the people and their welfare.  After the coda of his grand political coup d'état, and consolidation of power under the Presidency, I’ll change back to the Kingship.  Democracies are too fragile and subject to statistical manipulation.  First talk about truth, freedom, choice, economic progress, then become what I have always been destined to be: King!

Rolith turned around. He leg felt fine.  He walked back up his office.  Around the middle of his office, the two portraits stood out, caught his eye.  JFK may have been the last president of that unnamable country, per the Last Prophet CE orders, but JFK is my reminder of what a real King should do—have absolute control over the intelligence services.  “I will not be a lackey poodle dog of the intelligence services.  I control SILTH.  I alone.  Only he or she who controls the intelligence service has true authority to rule.  Lord Tweezer forgot all about SILTH.  Him and his fanciful dreams of being a conservationist.  A conservationist—on Tinon.  What a fool?  How right the Last Prophet was.  ‘I shall use those at the top to destroy the wicked.’

Now in the northern part of his office Rolith’s leg twitched again.  “Damn!”  He shook out his leg.  Quodarian scum.  If I didn’t know better--.  Rolith calmed himself down.  He locked his arms behind his lower back and began pacing again, southward.  Walking always made his leg feel better.  He had gone off track.  He reminded himself of several small creatures that used suction pads to stick onto walls, trees, limbs, and leaves.  Okay. 

This religious book proves one thing. Rolith smiled wide.  He pearly white teeth showed.  His disarming smiled which gave him such a powerful appeal over his enemies.  He admired his smile greatly.  He passed by the middle of his office.  For eons, no, epochs the Gods tormented us humans.  No more.  The Gods have grown weak. Nietzsche was right after all.  Even Dionysian Gods no longer existed, those Gods which gloried in the fight and living of life.  The Christian Gods no longer held sway after convincing entire generations to die quietly, serve, and suffer.  The Last Prophet CE revived the Dionysian spirit—life is a game to win, strive, forge on, push onward outward--be afraid of nothing—LIVE!  But even Abyssarism has grown weak.  No more do the Gods threaten humanity with annihilation.  No final battles occurred.  People went on as they usually do, lying, stealing, trying to cut out a mere living, trying to appease the roughest boss or kowtowing to stronger human herd forces.  Finally the Godparents simply gave up and allowed their children to run amok.  Rolith turned now in the southern part of his office. 

He felt good.  “I need to do this more often.”  Of course, I only do this when at the epicenter of a great internal debate.  Man left alone to his own devices.  Even, I, Rolith, head of SILTH, shudder at such a thought.  Who would be so cruel?  We are like toddlers with submachine guns and grenades!  Since no one stops or curtails our madness, I can only conclude.  Life has no meaning except—the will to survive and the strongest beating down the weak.  The weak serving and taking enjoyment from eating, sleeping, sex, having children and work.  That is all.  That is it!  Epicureans in the simplest human functions eating, sleeping, sex, having children and work is all left to mankind Rolith concluded.  No high minded thoughts for the weak or Sheep.  Entertainment.  Watching others live so-called true lives is all that is left for the Sheep.  And as head of SILTH, I know the Anti-Sex league is strong and alive.  SILTH makes all the simplest Epicureans functions hazardous, risky, and uncertain.  They eat and they waste away, grow weak, or become controlled by Body Magnet Technology (BMT); BMT then keeps them from sleeping.  No dreams.  We send them nightmare dreams.  BMT can destroy their sex drive or sexual capability at will, especially in men.  We turned people’s children against them.  We infiltrate their work environment and cause havoc by playing Cell Phone Gods.  All will bow down to SILTH in the end.  Why should our enemies sleep, eat, dream, have sex and children and work in peace?  Rolith shook his head negative.  “I can think of no reason.”  The battle was not against the Gods at all.  The Goddess and Gods had abandoned people. The battle was against our fellow human beings!

Rolith stopped pacing at the center.  Why should any other country, or country leader, all our enemies eventually, enjoy any Epicurean pleasure of sleep, dreaming, eating, drinking, sex, procreating and work?  A light went off in Rolith’s mind--Only a few real men and woman will ever live again in the worlds!  Like Dana, my hit girl; soon a SILTH prophet!  Only a few real people (SILTH members) can say at life’s end—I lived my life!  I strived to be the best I could be!  I was the Captain of my Fate!  All the rest will become a slave, surfs of the Secret State.  The Sheep will follow SILTH into a brave new world, into a world where SILTH creates the new directions and social movements like now defunct Eco-green movement.  All secret organizations are perfect and make no errors!  All who resist SILTH shall SILTH crush.  Religion tendencies, during their enlightened phases, to love everyone on the planet will not be tolerated.  This crazy notion getting into Heaven by moral rightness is history.  People will do the good SILTH demands of them.  SILTH decides what is good and not good and for what times.  Everyone will become a SILTH member.  With SILTH, no more Goddesses or Gods are needed.  Religious movements will become a thing of antiquities past!

Yes! Rolith decided.  I am certain Operation Strangle Tree shall liberate Tinon; and eventually Gian too.  Rolith retrieved the Last Prophet’s religious book.  He casually tossed it into the trashcan. He tied the green plastic bag in a simple loop knot at the top.  He turned out his office lights, closed the door.  His labored footstep went off into the distance where the public trashcans sat.  The loud clank and rattling of empty plastic space sounds.  Then a soft beep from the elevator occurred.  The gentle plunk elevator door closed. 



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All who resist SILTH shall SILTH crush. 
Religion tendencies, during their enlightened phases,
To love everyone on the planet will not be tolerated. 
This crazy notion getting into Heaven by moral rightness
Is history.  People will do the good SILTH demands
Of them.  SILTH decides what is good and not good
And for what times.
--FROM THE SECRET PLANS OF ROLITH, HEAD OF SILTH



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