Why They Built Them Before They Died

Did the devil win and were we alone? He’d tell them of the transfer of data back to an antenna on Venus, data transferred while we slept. He’d get up early to spy the planet and watch the horizon, and in doing so fell deeper into its trance. He’d tell people not to sleep, and speak of a battle long ago as Venus became hotter and Hell took over the world. The good spirited Venusians cloned themselves in their own image and planned to populate Earth, you see they had no three-dimensional sense of form or feel. Earth required body suits, into them were injected souls, but alas, that was not how people became to be cloned.
Initially, the devil cloned them to seek out good in the universe on a ship that the good Venusians themselves had created in goodness. The cloning idea was never supposed to happen, but when evil won, cloning moved along. When the clones found good, the devil destroyed it.
After the battle and the initial cloning the original pure Venusians saw that their only chance of survival was to inject their souls into some of the clones where they would inhabit Earth and await a second battle. The devil and God were warring; the human heart became the battleground.
The Venusians did not foresee the mating with the apes that would make man a combination of Venusians, clones, apes. DNA was mixed and began to inhabit the Earth. As the mother ship approached Earth, captains in command ordered the release of clones. Mutiny, calamity, things not written down, stories in the Bible approximating things unknown or too horrible to tell. Some Priests said to comfort the survivors, some initially wanted the truth. After the meteor struck Earth a thousand years later, there weren’t any left who knew the truth. Those on the side of evil took over God’s I.D., used it to become god themselves, replaced God on Earth with lesser clones of evil.

Let’s go back in time a bit and learn a bit about this devil. These were the winged Venusians, the bird-Venusians the regular Venusians called them. Wings were not what made the Bird Venusians unique. All Venusians had wings in the fourth dimension, though they could not fly on Earth and some thought the wings were imagined things, more projected from the fourth dimension to the third then real in the sense of the word. It was the beaks, claws, evil things that screamed, scaly fish-like skin. Hideous red bulbous eyes that burned flesh like the breath of a dragon through trickery of light, absorbing it in such a way to halt the projection from the mother ship. Claws with icy, rubbery pads on the bottoms of the sole. On a human soul they felt as frozen flesh, yet soft and grasping, they stuck to their prey through some sort of psychic force, and as a tremendous vacuum sucked out the good, leaving evil. Their excrement was digested good, broken into nothingness. They used a sort of antimatter-like force that annihilated good, scattered particles of it as if rewriting some concrete facts, making it out to mean the opposite. They caused confusion, using beautiful, soothing words.

Golem saw these Bird Venusians in the birds of Earth, thought of giant winged reptiles, flying, snatching life from the surface of the planet, before a meteor reduced them in size to crows, ravens, other things with tiny beady eyes that people praised as having beauty and singing beautiful songs; yet, Golem saw within a raven’s eyes a longing, a desire to eat him and a knowledge that these Ravens and other winged creatures had of their glorious past as much feared beasts, when they were much higher up the food chain and ate a lot of things that didn’t crawl on the ground and live under rocks, snails, slugs, worms; the biggest of their species now could eat a rabbit, carry off a small child perhaps. Golem saw in them, the Bird Venusians — an antimatter of good. They sing a pretty song; their eyes tell another story. What if they were big as small palms with foot long beaks, would we think they were pretty then? What if they ate people like ants picked off a lawn? What if we had to run from them when we heard a screech in the sky? These were the Bird Venusians’ physical form in a three dimensional world — projected from another place, shadows of the Sun.

Golem read a lot of books on the Pyramids, how they were built, what they did and one day came to believe that the pyramids were built to detect changes in the structure of the Earth. Using their iron tips and tons of granite set on a granite foundation some one long ago sat inside with a plumb and waited for something to approach the earth. A meteor struck and wiped out the dinosaurs, another in 7000 B.C. wiped out a civilization, and this time they had built a structure and left it to humankind. They wrote that future civilizations should view the sky. Then something wiped them out. And people tried to figure out what secrets these granite goliaths contained. They tried to build ships as they were on a ship of their own, traveling through space, towards an unknown destination. Did their DNA contain memories of the past? Was their DNA the Akashic record of the past? Revolving around and around and moving through space, gathering knowledge for another race. He’d read that some thought that someone had told Noah that a huge flood was coming and that it was believed that a declinometer (a device used to measure changes in a magnetic field) had been developed that measured changes in gravitational force as a large object approached Earth. He wondered about this and then one day it struck him as he read that the inside of the pyramids looked like machines and sometime after that realized that the pyramids machine-like look and pictures of people holding plumbs could be explained by the pyramids themselves being the declinometer that was thought to exist.

Out in a desert a lion sat with huge granite structures and paws, waiting for impact. It closed its eyes when it was dark and sometimes a hundred years later opened them. Not many gave it a second thought now and probably wouldn’t until impact, when eyes would be on the sky in awe and fear. And eyes wide open closed again for years. Some would say that evil had been destroyed on the planet, yet a cycle of evil would begin again. The Bird Venusians told Noah they’d destroy the evil ones. What if all of us were evil in their eyes? These were clones; some of them had minds, would one day be equal to their creators. These slaves revolted.
Then two thousand years in the future past and present, flash drives would be recovered, new archeologists would try to figure out what had happened and a lion with wide open unafraid eyes, and huge granite structures would sit and wait for the next time. They may have grinned if grinning greatly wouldn’t give away the plan. And sometimes the lion grinned at those who he knew knew the plan, who sat watching them day in and day out, waiting for the next time when the eyes would close decades rest, commence and a sun disappear.
Or perhaps the sun would spit out a planet, radiation would mutate life on earth and millenniums later new people-like creatures would emerge, ready to once again try and figure out where we were going and where we had come from, concerned with today so much that the future and the past were forgotten. Where did we come from, why were we here, where were we heading? Golem wanted to know. Venus, once inhabited, created, then destroyed. Life migrating to Earth. Others watched reality TV. Golem knew his own reality.
Another galaxy exploring the universe with clones and ships of their own. Leaving just as the meteor approached. They knew. They knew what was going to happen. The people were becoming just like them. They would have all the powers that their galaxy owned. They would have ‘their’ wars ‘again’. They had light years to go before they’d rest and those on the ship were too old and weary for that.
Then their languages were confused and one day they woke up alone. If not for the Venusians they’d be simple clones killed off in a madman’s plan, without souls, without the tree of life in the back of their skulls, without knowledge, without knowing they’d been supporting a garden of eden with slave labor. If a few good Venusians had not deceived with a Trojan horse like plan—the evil bird-like Venusians. Now we had a chance to live.
Eons in the future these people on another plane and planet galaxy would realize their mistake and try to travel back to Earth to right a wrong. Out of the fourth dimension they would come to eliminate cloning in their past. They’d have to come back to the first time. The first time it was done and stop it. The father was engendered by his son.
Two galaxies trying to meet each other. Two galaxies as one dependent entity. Cloning had done that to them.


He made his way back to the Venusian Hotel on the beach of Bang Saen (a coastal town on the northern tip of the Gulf of Thailand) and wondered what exactly was going on. He knew he was telling a story—something as simple as that.
Somewhere an 87 year old man sat in a rocking chair and knew it was just that and grinned and sipped on a Singh Light beer. He had found the thousand baht that he was looking for and was happy, had been looking for something more, but then life rarely offers forth exactly what one is looking for. He kept it between the pages of a tourist guide. The old man knew that Golem was a fictional character in a book and that he could do whatever he pleased with him—but he had no way of knowing that Golem would one day cause his death—when Golem got out of the book and rewrote a lot of the story that is. The little guy even tried to tell people he wrote the book. And even Wicket tried to steal it. This old man knew better than that, or at least he once believed he did. In the end he wasn’t so sure. Why when all was said and done this Old Man created Jack—it didn’t seem quite fair. But he wouldn’t have to live with that. He was 87 years old when the story was done and he had been 87 many times before—The story was inscribed in stone. He thought of himself as a guy who would die in a rocking chair. And why did the story have to be inscribed in stone all the time. Couldn’t people just believe it the way it is? Another Old Man had inscribed the story in stone generations ago, and now it looked as if people didn’t exactly believe it anymore. The Old Man could pour out the Petri dishes and start fresh. And why not? If life on Planet Earth didn’t work out, why not start again. He was planning on checking up on the planet soon, and he didn’t like a lot of what he saw so far on the internet. He was pissed off just enough in fact to introduce Satin, and let him sort things out. He rather loved the beaches of Thailand and thought that these had been some of the really good things that He had created, but after that he thought there was a lot of evil, and when he thought about evil He thought that Charlie might like to take care of that. He had after all kicked him out of heaven and just now things were not going perfectly, so He considered an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought that His plot might get Charlie back into heaven and that the initial kick in the butt might have been a big mistake. After all, no plan went according to all the little details written down. And if man had to eat meat, well then the animals were available to him. And God had eaten meat and found it delicious.


–it was this permission that God gave man to eat the animals after the seven parts of the comet hit earth that sounded like a compromise of sorts; one of many things that made Golem think we didn’t know the whole story. After the Noah’s ark scenario God suddenly told them they could eat the animals. It was sort of political in nature and it made Golem think. He didn’t worry too much about it until one day on the net when he came across a bit about the fourth dimension. In a three-dimensional world, objects, people even, cast a two dimensional shadow. In a four dimensional world objects when shone in the sun would cast a three dimensional shadow—hey, do you mean us? Are we some sort of 3-d playground for the fourth dimension. Are we something akin to 3-D projections. And if we are, are we all a bit too serious? Are we providing high-tech entertainment for the fourth dimension. Then he realized that we couldn’t see those in the fourth dimension, and he read a bit more. The blurb said that 3-D objects when viewed in the fourth dimension are transparent. They can see right through us, he thought. They know everything that goes on on planet Earth and we don’t know anything about them. It was perplexing and Golem felt a zit ooze forth on the tip of his nose. Man was created in the image of God, he thought. That’s a movie. We all play a part in the highest-high tech movie on planet Earth.

When Golem ate a steak he savored it. He knew of God’s plan, and he followed it and ordered a plate of asparagus to go along with the baked potato. Golem went after every vegetable in the dish and wanted more. In fact, one night Golem got so hungry that he scarfed down a portion of human meat. Charlie of course had put it on the plate, but Golem just sat and ate. He wanted all the protein he could get, because it was, after all, a long book and a book that was part one of a three part series.