The UFO Jihad

     

 

  The UFO Jihad

 

        An advanced alien civilization has recently discovered the secret to inter-stellar space travel and soon finds the Earth.

 

        Their almost sisterly planet not far away in new age terms, but a militant and scientifically awake human race also on the verge of inter-stellar space exploration.

 

        In a report to the Alien planet's exalted ruler, a trusted advisor warns this newly discovered planet has had a very violent past history.

 

        Some generals of the alien civilization warn about possible military problems in future years - If formal contacts begin or this dangerous human race is allowed to discover any further scientific knowledge.

 

        The alien council of advisors read the official reports and decides to act on this long-range view.

 

        A junior officer of the space fleet recalls how she was able to neutralize primitive warrior societies on other recently discovered planets - by taking advantage of the local religious superstitions.

 

        Her superior officer, a thick bald headed male with brushy eyebrows is skeptical. "Did you discover anything useful this time about our adversaries?" The star-fleet intelligence officer asked pointedly. "Our military chieftains await your reports."

 

        "They've already made their decisions." The female junior officer lamented.  "Hastily going into war before we've made the proper cultural anthology studies isn't what I'd recommend now."

 

        Her name was Lynna, former anthropology and history professor - now acting psychological warfare officer.

 

        "The high-command isn't interested in your anthropology or history knowledge! They just want something useful for them to consider." Her superior officer said gruffly.

 

        "History is cheap." Lynna remarked almost annoyed. "Every inhabited planet has some - any fool can read and give you all kinds of interesting bits of history. It's what you can process out of it that counts."

 

        "Our general staff isn't concerned much about your expertise." Muk-riss, her superior officer explained, a beefy hairy male with a large thick head and brushy black eyebrows.

 

        "Their plans are confident of overcoming any initial resistance. We know their weaponry is no match for ours - even if these barbarians process guided missiles, radar and atomic munitions. It's impressive for such a barbaric culture, but no match for our gamma-ray laser weapons."

 

        "The Gods roll the dice when mortals play war." Lynna said, echoing an

ancient warrior adage from their planet's long ago history.

 

        Their united planetary culture always dismissed Supreme Being ideas as primitive theology superstitions from centuries ago, yet their ancient warrior adage remained.

 

        "Our military chieftains are afraid of becoming bogged down in a protracted guerilla campaign." Lynna reasoned, "I can understand their problems with any kind of invasion."

 

        "A very barbaric people with an aggressive history." Her superior officer noted. "I've already read about their theologies - infantile all-powerful supreme deity superstitions.

 

        You fairy headed academics think us career military types as impulsive warriors with blood lust! The decisions of when or how to begin any invasion isn't yours to make. Only our so-called expertise in the form of reports is demanded of us.

 

        A final report must be given soon - even if you think me as an incompetent yet blood- thirsty warrior!"

 

        "No, my lord." Lynna bowed her head differently. "I neither doubt your intelligence nor your ability to wage war. I merely say as a historian - when you toss the dice of war - you never know what might roll up."

 

        "Still I await your conclusions." Muk-riss said impatiently. "Listen then."

 

        Lynna explained patiently as if speaking to a small child. "A scenery for arfare is painted long before the first gamma-ray laser blast is even fired, or the first bullet.

 

        The stage of warfare is set before even the first spear was thrown if you want to take history back even further. You, Muk-riss, have given me the very greatest planetary history puzzle of a lifetime. I'm still in awe about all the data that's needed to process this."

 

        "And I say the general staff isn't interested in your sense of awe and wonderment for these advanced technology savages!" Her thickheaded superior scolded. "They and I await your answer."

 

        "Yes, my lord." Lynna said differently again then sighed. "And answer I shall. I believe our fears about a protracted bloody guerilla war can be linked to religion. On earth, millions have cheerfully fought - and died - believing God was on their side."

 

        "Such a barbaric idea for a society with atomic weaponry and guided missile technology." Muk-riss concluded. "No wonder our top military planners want to neuter these people. We don't need rivals such as these in deep space."

 

        "Perhaps we shouldn't neutralize them as invaders." Lynna said amused. "Maybe we should neuter their capacity for making war by acting as Gods."

 

        "I've read your academic thesis about the warrior clans in the Florion star system." Muk-riss shook his thick head as argument.

 

        "We're not speaking of anthropology experiments on jungle savages. We're not facing savages whose technical achievements consist of fire and the bow and arrow - these savages have weapons planetary destruction!

 

        You better do your homework before you suggest foolish academic experiments like this." He warned.

 

        "I refuse to recommend sending brave soldiers down on earth to face well armed savages without any kind of psychological edge. We don't need these techno-savages fighting and dying - all the while believing their God was on their side!"

 

        "Make 'em believe THEIR God is on OUR side!" Lynna mused, "That should be our mission."

 

        Muk-riss and his brushy eyebrows lifted up at the idea for a moment, then said. "Whose idea of God did you have in mind, Lynna?

 

        I know it from your reports the barbaric people on that planet worship a crazy-quilt assortment of gods, many choose not to even believe in god at all. Maybe you wish to choose a spiritual unity for the savages more to our liking?"

 

        "In the Florion system our anthropology team merely favored one local religion over all the others." The former academic now psychological warfare officer crowed. "We were able to accomplish much with them at first."

 

        "Until the natives discovered you WEREN'T gods." Muk- riss sneered. "I've read about THAT in your reports too." He chuckled, "One native witch-doctor figured it out.

 

        He noticed some of your anthropology students taking craps in the jungle, examined the shit stools - and concluded you guys WEREN'T gods!"

 

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        "We did further experiments on other isolated native settlements on that planet." Lynna added, "We were able to exert a much greater influence by NOT making direct face-to-face contact."

 

        "I hope that is not your plan." Her superior officer warned, "The natives on Earth won't be awed much by our glossy laser light displays, I'm afraid. These barbarians process surveillance technology to go along with their sophisticated weaponry."

 

        "We could disable their surveillance satellites first," Lynna offered, "Take out their radar installations and larger telescopes. Then we could display our brand of fireworks and miracles on them.

 

        We could communicate with the savage nations using their own language from laser beam signals from above, just like a god might. The important lesson to remember for our star-ship captains to remember is - NO face to- face contacts with the species, I must stress this point."

 

        "The tribesmen who discovered you weren't the gods." Muk- riss surmised, "Those were the ones who fought against us totally inspired and fanatical angry. The local military commander complained about your academic miscues for the outbreak of insurrection, I believe."

 

        "I still feel the tactic shows promise." The junior officer argued further, "And what have you for an alternative? Once we over awe the barbarians, we can exercise further control by issuing more divine instructions from the above.

 

        Think about the psychological warfare advantages this could give our forces on the eve of battle. Our little ploy can be used as a lever against a large rock, a fulcrum of history if you will. With a little pressure in the right places - we can move a great load."

 

        "Perhaps this tactic could work for a short time." Her superior officer concluded. "I can perhaps sell that idea to our fearless military planners, let them consider it at the very least."

 

        "Good, I'll get started on the details." Lynna cheered.

 

        "You'll need to find a suitable traditional theology to better disable their morale." Muk-riss suggested.

 

        "Maybe we can forge a NEW moral identity for them!" Lynna added, "A very traditional unity that doesn't value scientific discovery or technology could be more to our liking."

 

        Her superior officer raised his brushy eyebrows in amusement at the thought. "I'll tell the general staff you're almost ready to advise them."

 

        "I'll work out the final details." Lynna promised, "At the very least we can keep our adversaries off-balance until we decide to strike."

 

        The fleet anthropology historian made her expertise known in full report to the General staff; they met to ponder her findings. After some spirited debate the die was cast and imaginative plans made.

 

        A laser- signal frigate along with orbital destroyer spacecraft was dispatched to that area of the solar system as necessary tools of war.

 

        Alien vehicles began employing new tactics of deception, implementing Lynna's diabolical strategy of psychological warfare.

 

        The first part of their plan was to disable all orbital satellites around the earth, to cripple the technology of advanced secular nations. Once this was done, communications on earth soon became disrupted.

 

        Their military task accomplished, alien military craft were 'cloaked' to appear invisible to human radar. In the Middle East undercover of night, alien laser signal beams were shined from above over mosques.

 

        An eerie green light coming down upon the holy shrines of all Islam, alien signals crafted down the logo of crescent and star to prove the faith of Mohammed.

 

        Other Arabic signals were also beamed down, a call to rouse up the devout Islamic faithful into holy war. These sorts of communications sent down to unwitting clerics as 'a message from Allah'.

 

        Mischievous space people kept shining their celestial lights, issuing more such 'messages from an angry but merciful God'.

 

        Fiats against further air travel for instance, 'because lovely skies have all been blasphemed by unholy mankind in demonic warfare.'

 

        More such 'fatwahs' were also been issued from the skies, to cower any opposition and rouse up the faithful. Middle East governments fall like autumn leaves to an onrushing winter storm roaring from above.

 

 

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        Walter never paid attention to the impending religious firestorm at the time. His life never seemed remarkable or even interesting before the universe changed.

 

        Those curious new-age messages from space rousing up the Islamic world into religious frenzy only seemed another very curious international incident.

 

        As a research director for a major scientific university he hadn't meant to make a career out of logical explanation. Crisis in the Arab world was eternal and the beams emitting from space had to be a hoax.

 

        Nobody doubted his scientific credentials, but his job consisted more paperwork than anything else.

 

        His family life was even more disconnected, another family man with a rebellious teen-age daughter and alcoholic wife.

 

        It was a complex family relationship that seldom felt emotionally satisfying, and all concerned did a pretty good job of hiding it.

 

        His family seemed the result of a careless conjunction of sperm and egg; it built their relationship more than anything else.

 

        He met his wife Melinda when he was deep in post-graduate university studies. Their romantic relationship would have evaporated except for the inconvenient pregnancy.

 

        She felt under terrific pressure and was unsure about an abortion. Very complicated if you listened to her version, either she just gave up or gave in.

 

        They became unsure lovers drifting into marriage. Their early years became a struggle because of money. He spent his energies chasing down fewer and fewer government-sponsored research jobs.

 

        After landing his current position, things began to get easier financially. His wife, Melinda, became sexually cold, unresponsive, as she grew older.

 

        The woman tried to brush it off as maternal exhaustion, to her; all their problems were hopelessly complex.

 

        His response was to retreat back to his career, just another dead-end in satisfaction. His Organic Chemistry research bogged down in university and governmental grant paperwork.

 

        He seldom felt up for even that task, a host of others seemed to be more qualified.

 

        His family life got jolted out this stupor when his teen- age daughter Cora grew more and more rebellious, often clashing with parents about her boy friend choices, week-end curfews and clothing styles.

 

        "Listen here young lady." His graying middle-aged wife scolded as a mother. The woman complaining to her sultry teen-age vixen, "I never said anything about your use of Goth eye shadow and revealing bare midriffs - But I refuse to allow MY 15 year old to wear any of those inflatable bras!"

 

        "But mom, they're the latest rage." Her perky blonde daughter argued sassy. "The girls on the basketball team and most of the cheerleaders wear 'em. You can't do this to me!"

 

        "It may be okay for girl jocks playing sports or fashion models." Mother Melinda conceded, mixing another vodka and juice drink for herself in reply, "But you're still a high school student Cora, try acting like one."

 

        "She IS acting like a high school girl!" Husband Walter mused.

 

        Cora gave her father a cockroach look, saying, "You don't think this bra is right for me either, do you? You should know men don't care much about what women put ON to wear. Guys are only interested when women take their clothes OFF!"

 

        In an instant their entire family structure degenerated into civil war. As mother and her daughter argue bitterly, he decided to take Cora away from the family battle as compromise.

 

        To a blossoming teen- age female, shopping was a serious business. Cora pondered over designer satin lace under garments and skimpy beach togs. The smaller the garment - the bigger the price tag.

 

        As father, he was too busy with chemical reactions in the science lab than pay attention to such things as missy lingerie prices.

 

        His perky blonde daughter was making out like a bandit; he was impressed by her level of sophistication. The girl finally settled on a pair of spandex tight shorts and high heel sandals.

 

        Walking out the shopping complex, the boys stared upon her behind with bad sexual intent.

 

        Fathers notice those things; his vixen daughter wore an expression between cheerful disbelief and pleasure. Soon his baby girl would fly away for a life of her own to who knew what or where, yet he seemed almost content.

 

        Father and daughter out on a shopping safari, a curious bonded moment. He was happy because this time his troubled young girl looked more innocent and relaxed.

 

 

        As the volatile Middle East erupted into international crisis, most secular nations of the western world responded as best they could. The classic tactic of forceful 'gunboat' diplomacy, the routine sending of vaunted aircraft carrier battle groups to waters near the unstable Middle East.

 

        Political leaders in the so-called western world just decided to ignore these omens from the sky.

 

        Soon very potent displays of alien laser firepower occur and offending aircraft began to fall amid the chaos in Southern Asia. This blasphemy of travel soon became vanquished by 'Allah's will', millions now decided to embrace Islam in that area of the world.

 

        Many more airplane warnings came from above, yet the so-called common people seemed unconcerned about the evidence of intelligent life closing in on them.

 

        Nobody human had a clue that mysterious aliens were using Lynna's wickedly clever plan of psychological warfare. Like Walter and his rather dysfunctional family, they were still concerned with mundane day-to-day reality.

 

        Like the rest of the decadent western world, his family seemed too stoned by smug prosperity to really notice.

 

        Others choose submission among the infidel, more advanced alien weaponry displays destroy just about all offending military and civilian aircraft.

 

        Air forces and military assets disabled in North America, Europe, Russia and the Far East. Governments in crisis throughout the world, military alliances become totally cowered.

 

        God speaks Arabic now and fearful panic creates chaos in North America and Europe.

 

        More such warnings from above and a die is cast, few wish to defy any threats from heaven. All heed the advice not to 'defy Allah's will.'

 

        Religious revival now. More potent laser light displays and a chain reaction is unleashed. Sports stadiums in once unholy nations fill up as the populace converts to the true faith en-masse.

 

        Gamma-ray energy beams soon come from alien patrol vessels bathed in prisms of light; these rays from above pulsate among the throngs of newly devout.

 

        Islamic clerics from the Middle East begin preaching to zealous converts in the so-called western world.

 

        A notable Islamic cleric from Arabia erupts on the media scene, making impassioned speeches to packed throngs in European and North American outdoor arenas. His crusades are especially favored by Lynna's unseen hand.

 

        The junior Starfleet officer begins advising laser displays from above for the benefit of her 'favored' Islamic cleric and his messages of salvation.

 

        Lynna's gamma-ray laser signal ship put Islamic lore in a new light. This potent 'light of Allah' shines upon the assembled multitudes on cue.

 

        Often these powerful sacred sky miracles inspire other millions watching on television.

 

        Alien mischief theatrics from above arrive on cue as articulate Muslim clerics passionately preach to untold millions on radio and TV.

 

        Seeing the very image of the new age, a silver form appearing in silhouette through mist. The image of the deity is shown as a mystical translucent silky beams in a myriad rainbow colors.

 

        This form is often shown to once cynical news media, as proof positive Islam's God exists for all to see, a figure standing atop a podium glowing like white quartz.

 

        Images shown behind the wall in all these potent Islamic revivals are shown on television and the results were spectacular, a kaleidoscope of pulsating lighted color.

 

        The colors blending unearthly for all to see, merging hues from pastel to bright neons. Few choose to disbelieve celestial omens now, not wanting to offend this angry strong new-age deity. All believe in his sacred firepower.

 

        Fundamentalist converts rise up wildly in outdoor stadiums and arenas of once cynical European and American cities. With human aviation and radar detection surveillance rendered impotent, jubilant UFO's fly boldly low.

 

        Lynna advised the operation, ordering military alien craft bathed in eerie laser aura, their spacecraft appear celestial beacons to human eyes.

 

        Even respected scientists cannot refute the evidence of this determined Godly force. Such inspired alien displays of Allah's light awe the decadent infidel populace to submit completely.

 

        Potent Islamic magic on television and masses seeing it happily obey, bowing down to this divine will. Screaming allegiance to an all-powerful God.

 

        Billions of varied humanity motivated towards renewed vigor - submission to a proven true faith. Africa, Asia and the rest of the planet eagerly unite, a dream of Islam since the days of Mohammad.

 

        A fundamentalist Islamic revival rocks the entire world; almost empty infidel churches are converted into mosques to accommodate their newly devout followers.

 

        Soon there is a shortage of Muslim clerics worldwide, but many arrive from the revitalized Middle East.

 

        Surrendered military equipment of once advanced infidel nations are soon distributed among the newly avid converted faithful.

 

        'Rescued' modern nations must obey another dictate of 'Allah's message'. These happy warriors must declare a religious war against 'the infidel among them.'

 

        Veils and turbans become fashionable in Paris, New York, Milan, Tokyo, Hollywood and other centers of trendy style.

 

        Most politicians were soon turned around by popular uproar with their own newfound religious zeal. Usage of cosmetics and alcohol plummets as inspired mobs rush to comply once holy edict after holy edict is issued from above.

 

 

        Prostitution and pornography, crime in the streets, alcoholism and other sins against the Koran have all but disappeared, this new crusade for Islamic salvation engulfs all mankind.

 

        Of course, the dictates of Allah are soon enshrined into law almost everywhere.

 

        Entire boatloads of dedicated holy warriors sail to overwhelm any organized state that foolishly resists. Oh yes, this potent God of the prophet chooses to help

 

        Offensive infidel ships at sea also vanquished by the light, potent beacons from an Islam sky began turning unholy aircraft carriers into impotent drifting steel rafts.

 

        Sailors tremble in fear watching it, dozens of infidel ships vaporized by gamma-ray laser blasts from an angry warrior god, they mutiny seeing the light of Allah's judgment.

 

        Powerless meek individuals cast adrift against the righteous tide. Surrendered naval ships ordained by edict to serve the needs of Islamic humanity now.

 

        Monuments to God's will, the infidel ships ordered beached near Jiddah, a port in Saudi Arabia.

 

        Destined to become blessed new shrines to the faith, one vanquished aircraft carrier converted into a splendid mosque to inspire future generations, 'Victory at Sea for the Awaited Imam.'

 

        Other surrendered NATO warships soon become useful in serving the newly devout, once infidel weapons transformed into vehicles for the Hajj.

 

        So useful in bringing converted Moslem pilgrims to Mecca, captured ships returning to shores in the land of the prophet where Allah's brilliant light cleansed them in victory.

 

        Returning to Jiddah's port time and again in blessed pilgrimage as the beacon of Islamic victory ordained. Once infidel weapons atoning for their wickedness, neutered warships constantly en-route for the Hajj, the journey an obligation for billions of recent converts now.

 

        Using the converted infidel warships was Lynna's idea of symbolism. It was her laser-signal beams that 'suggested' it.

 

        Crafty alien lasers beamed down to certain mosques as 'messages from Allah', Lynna's official line of communication from space to her favored Islamic power- clerics on earth.

 

        Muk-riss was not amused, "Our mission remains to disable human ability to wage modern war." The superior officer scolded. "Not to encourage these religious savages to preserve their technology! Someday they may use it against us!"

 

        "Remember when our orbital-destroyer spacecraft vaporized over a dozen ships and forced surrender on two aircraft carrier battle groups?"

 

        "Our only laser-signal frigate in the solar system was vulnerable to their guided missiles." Mukriss recalled. "If the NATO navy shot our frigate down - people on earth would have been on to our tricks."

 

        "We need tales of religious miracles to echo down through the human ages." Lynna enthused, "the surrender of the infidel navy to Allah's beacon of light already has been described as such a miracle by respected scholars of the faith. 'Man's joyous Islamic future decided by God's will at sea.'

 

        Those beached whales that were once aircraft carriers will become mosques to celebrate Allah's blessed victory. Many cities on earth have already requested such ships as monuments.

 

        The converted warships serving the devout for the Hajj have already been stripped of their armament, soon to be retired once humanity adjusts to its new lifestyle. Is that acceptable to you, my Lord?"

 

        "As you wish." Mukriss agreed. "As long as we can keep destructive weapons from Allah's children. That's still our mission and it still must be done. How it happens depends on you."

 

        "We shall only use the infidel ships until proper coal- burning steamships can be built. Evidently the humans involved in the conversion have experienced difficulty re-learning steam engine technology.

 

        Until they can adjust to the new Islamic age, our NATO ships will continue transporting the faithful to Mecca. I can't believe you've stuck me with such an administrative headache."

 

        "You're the so-called expert." Mukriss noted. "In matters of sociology and religion, the military defers to your expertise. I was afraid of your meddling in this operation at first."

 

        Her superior officer admitted, "I feared my military career was in jeopardy in this operation by depending on an academic such as you.

 

        Someone who built their reputation tilling some minuscule academic field, like the rest of our military, I had no idea your brand of specialty had impressive military value."

 

        "Demoralizing one's enemy with displays of might and destruction is one of the oldest ploys in warfare." Lynna commented. "Only the techniques and scale are new."

 

        "So you risked a Starfleet frigate, and your own career to shine a beacon on the enemy and to light the path to surrender near Mecca?"

 

        "We needed the gamma-ray lasers to light the route to Jiddah." Junior Starfleet officer added, "So the populace and the sailors could speak of Allah's miracle at sea."

 

        "So the infidel could properly surrender on the route to Mecca according to Allah's will." Mukriss mused, "By then the sailors had already converted to the faith."

 

        "It will become a useful morality tale in future years." Lynna laughed. "The tale of the lighted ships will echo through the centuries, our vanquished ships to become holy shrines to Islam soon.

 

        We just helped to build an unassailable myth for them to cherish, a subliminal form of propaganda coup of the highest order."

 

        Two space fleet military officers toasted their impressive lasting victory almost completed. The legend they started, of Allah's beacon of light escorting the defeated infidel vessels to final surrender.

 

        Defeated infidels converting to the faith en-masse as the force of light suggested.

 

        Infidel navy docking meek and vanquished at the closest seaport to Mecca, Allah wisely deciding such offensive ships needed to serve the devout in their blessed faith.

 

        Transporting the billions of new converts to Mecca destined to return to Arabian waters in blessed submission and offer service to the faithful.

 

        Ships always to and from Jiddah, the Islamic seaport of Mecca, site of God's inevitable victory, a blood myth for the ages now.

 

        "The symbolism is perfect for it." He sighed, "Everyone at Starfleet command has been impressed by our swift and total victory. We should put the stories about conversions and miracles in our final report."

 

        "Conversion and confession is part of human culture." The junior officer noted. Respected anthropology officer had already proven her expertise in near bloodless conquest.

 

        I understand the infidel sailors who surrendered to the light are now among the most devout. Many vie to return to their former warships, wanting only to serve the pilgrims on the way to Mecca as atonement for past sins."

 

        "They seem to have a need, as a species." Mukriss surmised. "It seems many hunger to connect with something noble and lofty."

 

        "I tried to tell you that during the first days of the operation." Lynna crowed.

 

        "The career military officers often complained when I dispatched orbital-destroyer spacecraft willy-nilly to spice up laser-light fireworks for those many Islamic religious revivals in the so called western world.

 

        That's what propelled our Godly plan for the human race over the top. Billions saw the light after that, like our infidel warships on the way to Mecca, proof positive that the God we chose for them really exists."

 

 

        More advanced laser weaponry from above and remaining organized resistance crumbles easily, the Alien officials are quite pleased.

 

        "These aggressive people will be set back for many thousands of years now.' One report suggests to the home planet, "there is no further plan for any kind of military occupation or conquest".

 

        Orders from the alien headquarters arrive, more edicts issued from above, and all in agreement with the Koran. The junior female space fleet officer has done her homework.

 

        She has listened to radio broadcasts of fundamental Middle East Islamic clerics from deep space. Since all 'messages from Allah' are in total agreement with the holy book, the omen in the sky has proven real by all the great scholars of the faith.

 

        Orders from the light are truly orders from God. The junior officer of the laser signal frigate has been proven correct in her use of imaginative tactics. She is due a promotion.

 

        The imperial council is very pleased, deciding to issue new orders, messages for planet earth to transform.

 

        These orders now arrive 'directly from Allah'; Space travel is considered the vilest perversion of human pride.

 

        Scientific discovery is yet another perversion needing to be stamped out. A crime, 'because it destroys the delicate balance among natural law, a wicked discovery that distorts our world in many unholy ways.'

 

        As a result, all automobiles and airplanes were ordered banned and destroyed. Obedient converts, fanatic Islamic fundamental mobs roar in so -called western nations.

 

        Converts zeal to demolish taverns and breweries, shops that sell pork and other violations of the Koran. Demonic machines such as computers were ordered destroyed, most infidel books were also burned.

 

        Once respected centers of higher learning rush in total compliance to another 'fatwah', mobs of devout students cheerfully obey.

 

        Converted zealots happily destroy scientific lab experiments, for Allah decided 'all perverted science is blasphemy against Islam's holy book and must be destroyed'.

 

        Humanity allowed to use steam engines as the divinely chosen power source once the railroad and ship diesel engines were phased out, "a blessing from the most merciful Allah but also a warning not to defy him further in mankind's wickedness."

 

        The remainder 'unholy engines' had to be 'cleansed ' in sacred ceremony, a salute to this 'divine triumph'.

 

        'Enlightenment Day, man's spirit in joy for Islamic agreement,' a day destined to be celebrated forever after by future generations.

 

        These newly united peoples of earth joyously comply, mobs singing in celebration, Muslim clerics cheer as demonic books are burned in once proud universities.

 

        Colleges teaching science-perversion become transformed into religious schools, 'to cleanse their defiance against Allah's laws'.

 

        Clouds of smoke from destroyed 'unholy implements' make disagreeable odor over western cities. A message from Allah these machines were truly evil.

 

        Soon crowds gathered all happily in celebrated triumph. Once infidel cities cheer the faith, unaware this Godly sight was really crafty alien spacecraft flying low and proud, in bright but eerie laser aura.

 

        All on planet earth knew the truth, it was their omen of triumph, because victorious Allah was now truly pleased.

 

        The Mullahs spoke as their newly converted faithful pray cheerfully in total agreement. All assembled to embrace this joyous Islamic new age.

 

        It was not judgment day, the messages from above said; Their wise and merciful Allah would rule for awhile, thank you very much. Few wanted to complain; their God was proven real.

 

        Allah's will had total muscle. Even the holy men of infidel rites had seen the light. Such was an amazing triumph, of good versus evil.

 

        All mankind began learning the rules of 'hadith', the codified teaching of the prophet Mohammad. The entire edifice of so-called western civilization toppled so easily, a fat pigeon ready for the plucking.

 

        It was a victory for the devout by their angry medieval warrior god.

 

  

                    A Poetic tale (according to scripture)

 

        The harlot of secular western culture captured in battle, feminine prize of war taken into custody by the victor. Angelic warrior with Allah's lighted sword in hand, Islamic jihad.

 

        Infidel femme fatale strong-armed in the whirlwind of his triumph. Once innately cool and proud, Hollywood starlet becoming enamored by his presence. Her divine captor handsome in face, so winged and strong - but an aggressive suitor - not taking no for an answer.

 

        Completely at his mercy, feminine western culture using missy seduction wiles to entice him. Leggy fashion model preening at his feet, becoming a bit vulnerable to his charms, a confident angelic, Islamic suitor.

 

        Feline heart frazzled at the amazing turn of events, under stress and afraid, her empty spiritual world already shattered.

 

        Removing cosmetic female adornments when scolded captured infidel harlot adopting more Islamic style to appease him as affections warmed.

 

        Once painted harlot lips turning kissy cute in flirt, admiring his masculine warrior torso, massaging silky yet powerful angel wings. Once a sensual curiosity, now becoming replaced by romantic awe, eyes lashing up to encourage him in small talk.

 

        Frazzled infidel heart already deciding on him as new-age sexual destiny. She began to stalk him on bold high heels in need of a kiss, still massaging masculine angel muscles.

 

        She tried to steal his lips with her own, electric tingle when lips touched - until he kissed her lips away almost angrily. Angelic lover in sneer, infidel harlot not one chosen by God to suit his romantic needs.

 

        A little girl pout until he reassured her, their exotic turn at romance was yet possible, the Islamic way. High heeled Infidel culture opening up to new-age thinking, sensual winged suitor making his explanation, their romantic impasse.

 

        An abomination according to all the holy books, an Islamic angel was never allowed to court a woman from the camp of unbelievers. Without Allah's faith to unite them, their blossoming romance a doomed failure.

 

        She began to cry bitter tears under his wing, emotional hopes forever dashed, her emerging sexual destiny about to be neuter.

 

        A lifeline was offered in the midst of cruel fate, persuasive angel lips suggesting it too. Renewed lovers kissy again when it was all decided, she adopted the faith of her Islamic suitor.

 

        Receptive western culture choosing romantic submission, dominant partner nodding to her kisses, quite pleased at infidel conversion. Her emotional needs renewed by new faith, basking in the glow of a strong heavenly protector.

 

        Veiled kisses now, in her new body cloak, bold statement of sexual commitment. Her dominant angel demanded it, western culture made-over as prelude to marriage, the proper fashion befitting a love made in heaven.

 

        Soon their time had arrived, veiled in sacred ceremony, proper marriage inside a mosque. So many turbaned and veiled well wishers, all agreed she'd made a fine catch.

 

        He promised to obey all Allah's laws and she promised to obey him, the natural order of things according to the prophet. Her heart spinning on edge, an emotional rescue.

 

        Heavenly wings soaring them away on honeymoon flight, properly wed western culture in jubilant sensual mood. Kissing her dominant mate while landing on a bed of clouds, energetic honeymoon spirit.

 

        Chaste maidenly garb peeling away in the rush to rapture, playful kisses before lusty physical embrace, wrestling naughty until her Islamic husband took control strongly on top.

 

        Feminine legs of western culture kicking up for joy at angelic male sexual break-through, enjoying such deep Islamic penetration. Her very loins dancing in sexual agreement, marriage bed in the clouds bouncing thunderous noises on their awaited night of ordained rapture.

 

        Warrior wings flapping upon climax after climax, dominant lover pumping so wild and fierce. Her fertile cultural womb easily implanted with his lusty male seed.

 

        Rescued soul of feminine western culture becoming rather radiant in mosque sanctioned matrimony. Angry hard Islamic penetration blossoming her out into advanced pregnancy.

 

        Once rather fashionable thin, her very bosom becoming wider for childbirth according to God's will.

 

        Vigorous Moslem new-age culture quickening in her womb, it was a blessed event when she finally gave birth, her remarkable infant the fruit of Jihad's complete victory.

 

        Reformed infidel harlot enjoying elevated status in Moslem motherhood, breasts happily feeding this new infant culture under protective angel wings.

 

        Newly veiled western culture crying tears of joy at the end of her long spiritual journey. Chosen by Allah's light to give birth to his blessed new-age, atoning for past sins and finally understanding her purpose.

 

        Nursing his inspired culture for humanity as the light of Islam intended.

 

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Aftermath……………………according to their staff meeting….

 

        "Impressive strides have been made in our efforts to disarm the religious savages." Muk-riss reported at one senior staff meeting.

 

        "The gathering of advanced military weapons by the humans for our laser blasts to destroy is considered a sacred duty by our Islamic faithful below."

 

        "Your reports did mention that conversion and confession seems to be part of the soul of these earth people." The senior military commander noted.

 

        "Those infidel sailors believing they were defeated by 'Allah's light' are supposedly among the most devout. We must have a lot of unseen influence among the true believers."

 

        "They see 'Allah's light' destroying what are known as 'unholy implements', My Lord." Lynna remarked differently.

 

        "That is probably the most effective way to make fundamental changes to disarm that planet according to our wishes. If we fail, it is possible this campaign will not be seen as a lasting victory."

 

        "You call these efforts to channel religious faith as part of your so-called 'Simplicity movement." General Mer-Kurio made comment,

 

        "And the end result will be a people once on the verge of space exploration have turned around and decided that scientific discovery itself is an abomination against 'Allah's will.' That almost strikes me as rather humorous."

 

        Lynna smiled to Muk-riss privately, their senior officer wasn't really amused. A high born career military type background, the superior officer found their 'playing God' strategy somewhat distasteful.

 

        "We're all just eager to record this campaign as a win, My Lord." Muk-ris addressed his General in remark, "Some claim the tactics we used or didn't use will be debated by students at our Starfleet academy for decades to come."

 

        "Really?" Lynna's eyes perked at the thought. "Perhaps this instance of psychological victory is a mere one-time oddity."

 

        "Lynna is worried about possible side-effects to this new Islamic Empire we are building with our friend Allah for planet Earth." Muk- riss noted to his superior officer.

 

        "We are certainly working in uncharted territory here." The commanding officer added. "The law of unintended consequences does apply sometimes to these complicated social engineering schemes on other planets, doesn't it?"

 

        "When you make fundamental changes such as we have in a people's idea of morality - complicated social patterns can emerge. It's true even when individual people are following very simple rules of behavior."

 

        Respected academic and junior officer Lynna noted, "You can see this in computer simulations, such behavior patterns can shift or even reverse.

 

        These new-age Islamic humans are still unpredictable to us, their patterns and views can still change unpredictably one way or another."

 

        "I'm not surprised at your sense of pessimism." The senior commander Mer-Kurio seemed to scold her.

 

        "Your field of social science is a rather pessimistic specialty. Intellectuals such as yourself are always predicting decline, always seeing problems instead of measuring progress. Sociology has never been my greatest interest, but now it seems to affect our entire military doctrine."

 

        "Know your enemy." Lynna echoed another ancient warrior adage from their planet's long ago history. "For no other relationship is as intimate as warfare."

 

        "Your expertise in the field of administration is what will finally decide this battle." The senior commander continued. "The process of interpreting any war's result is too often very slow. Many have already claimed credit for this so-far incomplete reformation of the human mind-set."

 

        "The work of our religious devotees has been truly remarkable." Lynna reported, "especially in the once infidel homelands. Those ones have that intense convert's zeal you seldom find in more traditional Muslim lands.

 

        No passive devotion to Allah among these zealots in North America and Europe, one can always see the flames and smoke rising high above their once decadent infidel cities."

 

        "The spirited new-age Muslims of the once unholy infidel are the spearhead of the latest jihad." Muk-riss cheered to add.

 

        "This new Islamic Crusade is Allah's idea of religious atonement he wisely chose for them. It is being aggressively prosecuted against 'demonic science- perversion.'

 

        Our psychological warfare division has done an excellent job erasing the scientific traditions of their vanquished secular society."

 

        "Oh, yes," The senior commander sneered sarcastic. "That most sacred of human rituals, the burning of the books. It's so nice our side insists on becoming personally involved.

 

        I understand adding works of literature and even artwork has often been added to their list for burning along with computer software and skimpy female clothing. We know this is being done in sacred ceremony."

 

        "Some fragile works of priceless human culture we have beamed up for our safekeeping." Lynn explained. "Few human cultural treasures are truly lost in this process. It's very important to get the civilian population involved building our universal Islamic empire."

 

        "So the former homelands of the infidel really are the spearhead for our anti-science jihad?"

 

        "They no longer resist us, My Lord." Muk-riss nodded, "The once infidel no longer resists us, they have become most obedient followers in eliminating their demonic science-perversions and decadent traditions. A most obedient lap-dog for us."

 

        "I never thought my military career would consist of fashioning Allah's new-age society." Lord Commander Mer-Kurio lamented.

 

        "This isn't what they teach us in war-college and Starfleet academy, so I must bow to others expertise in such matters.

 

        The parentage of your ideas would be duly noted in future communications to our home planet, the high command has already been impressed by our work here. Such a swift and ideal conquest for our side, an ideal war for us to win.

 

        The other side quit and cheerfully accepted the terms as God's will for them to obey. There's been a minimum of actual fighting."

 

        "Sometimes I wonder if we're stretching our luck doing this." Muk-riss admitted:

 

        "Depending on the once infidel nations to spearhead the new Islamic Crusade in final purge of scientific curiosity on the planet seems risky, even though the zealots in control there are committed in full to our moral policy."

 

        "Are you sure we can trust such a people?" The superior officer wondered aloud. Muk-riss lifted his brushy eyebrows in skeptic's agreement, their planet's military version of conventional wisdom.

 

        "It does seem incredible," Lynna explained, "but Islam always has depended on the religious fervor of its latest converts for expansion and inspiration.

 

        We need to harness this impetus toward reform, and create Islam's future that we've now envisioned for the people.

 

        We shouldn't allow this universal empire to become a machine that runs by itself, crushing human beings within its gears."

 

        "How noble of you to want to create the perfect society." Their superior officer shook his head in denial. "I don't believe it's actually our mission to form a parent and child relationship with this planet's people."

 

        "I beg to differ." Lynna argued properly, a deference to her superior's authority in military command structure. "We have already done our utmost to perform such a birth.

 

        An Islamic Earth that has destroyed its data and science traditions because of what we did. We decreed for them that Allah himself regarded such science as 'satanic influence' and needing to be wiped out by divine judgment.

 

        Our duty is clear, we must do all we can to bring about a convergence on this single solution."

 

        "Perhaps you are right." The senior commander noted to Lynna, "Yet my belief stands that you're becoming too personally involved in this work."

 

        The cultural anthropology officer Lynna smiled knowing, she still had fulloperational control of her pet project. The career military had no stomach for occupational duties on the defeated planet.

 

        Their authority was limited when even displays of military power were no longer needed to enforce the peace. The entire planet of Earth already cheerfully surrendered to the higher power.

 

        She made her reports fully known to the home planet and they mostly backed her plans. She made note of simmering anger in many poorer nations at the much more prosperous western world.

 

        Traditional Moslem natives resented the fervor of the converted infidel to demolish centuries of democratic capitalist traditions.

 

        Inspired converts were becoming more devoted to Islam than native believers, seeming more pleasing in contrition to godly rule.

 

        "It's astonishing to see these extreme variations among the humans living on the same planet." The superior officers noted, all finding such politically sensitive matters always distasteful to the military mind.

 

        Lynna spoke about her efforts to channel convert zeal towards building a more just social system. Creating a Jihad Woman's organization for instance, a champion for woman's rights.

 

        Her cherished organization was especially vigilant against 'science-perversion' and other violations of Allah's moral rule.

 

        Jihad Women was well-funded and blessed by the light. It issued checks for the destitute and otherwise served their financial needs. Jihad Women enshrined the Islamic obligation demanding all Muslims help the truly less fortunate.

 

        It used its muscle to defend wives against domestic abuse, addressed housing problems and ensured each child received proper education. Only demonic science being an abomination for one thirsting knowledge, a sin against the light of the true God.

 

        Muk-riss reported about other administrative woes, all too often the strictest codes of behavior were imposed. The military command believing the fundamentalist fever in once infidel nations all too often under mined an already battered economy.

 

        Lynna agreed, mentioning women being forbidden to wear swimming costumes, for instance. She reported dealing with Moslems in traditional Islamic nations, often finding such natives as suspicious and secretive, unkind to strangers and difficult to deal with.

 

        Still, her Jihad Woman's organization had growing influence in those nations. Her social welfare system already blessed by Allah's light from above, helping all world-wide adhere to the Islamic way of life.

 

        Volunteers visiting needy families and deliver sermons on the teaching of the prophet, creating a personal link to the populace, warning the citizenry against perverted science and 'decadent traditions'.

 

        The two forms of blasphemy Allah himself came down to Earth to vanquish.

 

        "Our policy measures should work as intended," Her senior commander summed up the report in closing, the update on the transformation of the now Islamic planet. "But you say that due to the law of unintended consequences, our efforts can sometimes backfire?"

 

        "Yes, My Lord." Lynna bowed her head in proper military deference. "There is always such a hazard in social-engineering." She mentioned the wide gaps of wealth in human society, the need to address such disparities.

 

        "One very well can't sit around and do nothing." Cultural anthropology officer reasoned in another official report. "Doing nothing has its own unintended consequences."

 

        "I think we should just focus on smarter interventions for larger returns." The skeptical commanding officer exclaimed.

 

        "This is such an instance for intervention." Lynna argued, "For us to discourage scientific advancement, we need to replace the social system that spawns such demonic innovation.

 

        That is, the democratic forms of capitalism in the once secular infidel nations. We need to invalidate such concepts in the public mind.

 

        Allah himself has commented on the unfairness of capitalism's greed, our messages from above have made that quite clear. The population is aware of the economic unfairness as against the spirit of Islam.

 

        We're beginning to see a certain obligation mind-set among that of the wealthy. Corporate interests and the more prosperous have begun paying a form of tithe to fund Allah's more just devout society.

 

        The once infidel nations, I am happy to report, are again spearheading this effort at reform. We're creating the ancient prototype of an Islamic welfare state in North America, harnessing the Muslim obligation of duty to those poor and destitute.

 

        "For us to think human society can be guided like a child or built up like a house seems ridiculous." The senior commander opined skeptical.

 

        "Societies can be influenced, not directed." Lynn reminded. "Our Islamic version of the human dynamic is growing in form and in direction. I just hope it doesn't evolve away from us into its own strange form of logic."

 

        "They really are quite a superstitious race once you strip their thin veneer of scientific polish away." The space commander adds. "Victory was so easy."

 

        "They should be easily controlled from now on." One space fleet officer decides, "Their space program becomes the memory of their wickedness soon.

 

        Their sum of knowledge has been depleted; we can further set their scientific advancements back if we decide. No more of guns or railroads, we can take our friends back another thousand years if we wish, the religion we decided for them is so perfect for our purposes, isn't it?"

 

        "They'll do anything we decide as long as we issue words from the above, human mind-set is in their seventh century now; it looks good on them too. These people are no real threat to us. We are in control of their superstitions."

 

        An alien crewmember adds, "We can always issue edicts from above, on this planet we truly are like a god, aren't we?"

 

        He laughs, "They know now the power from above is truly invincible. Let's drink a toast to celebrate; they won't be drinking much on planet earth any more, will they? No alcohol forever, but still they celebrate our victory."

 

        "Let's beam up those few threatened scientists we can use and go home." One captain suggests.

 

        "Good idea, but first we should give our happy subjects a rare treat so they can know they are truly blessed. We liberated them and they are relieved."

 

        One space commander already moves his shining vehicle lower. "Lets fly low and show our happy religious converts the light from above, already this episode is being called 'The Great Enlightenment' by their most respected Islamic scholars. Our work here is done."

 

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        "Just think." An unemployed biochemistry professor Walter remarked to his wife as intense bonfires of discarded computers and books rise high into flames.

 

        Imported Islamic Mullahs encouraging zealous student converts to toss wicked books into the pyre.

 

        "Who'd have ever thought this would happen at Harvard University only one month ago?" He lamented.

 

        "Come on daddy, you promised!" His once rebellious teen-age daughter urges, adjusting her veil and body cloak before going outside.

 

        "Just think dear," the idle professor's wife mused, collecting forbidden cosmetics to discard for the hungry victory ceremony as firestorms began burning on manicured university grounds.

 

        She adjusted her full body cloak while Islamic daughter waited impatiently. "A month ago our teen- age girl was shopping for skimpy outfits at the mall, partying with boys and staying out late.

 

        Now she's a Moslem zealot, so eager to prove her faith."

 

        "We need to go and witness Allah's final victory." Impatient veiled teen-age daughter pleaded. "I must go and atone for all my blasphemies, you know?"

 

        "You go baby." Islamic mother soothed, "Mom and dad will join you later, I know you really have to go."

 

        "You know I can't!" Dutiful daughter almost cried her religious dilemma. Not wishing to argue with her parents at all either, a disrespect mentioned in the Koran, disrespecting one's parents. Allah would not be pleased.

 

        "It's unclean for an unmarried girl-child to walk alone anywhere. You know I can't mommy! Can we go to the sacred ceremony as a family, please?"

 

        "Soon as I adjust my turban." The frustrated and un- employed Harvard biochemist promised.

 

        They strolled towards the university grounds; Islamic daughter is carrying father's computer software and her discarded unchaste female clothing items.

 

        The entire family is present, the converted daughter is tossing soft lacy swimsuits and fashionable beach wear into Allah's 'cleansing fires'.

 

        Other students singing the chants of the blessed, tossing science books and computer disks to the blazing flames, all tools of demonic wickedness.

 

        Allah himself had to come down to earth to end this vile infidel blasphemy.

 

        Moslem Mullahs leading inspired students in turbans and veils, making Islam's holy fires angry high in sacred frenzy.

 

        "LOOK!" One former computer science student just exclaimed. "It's Allah's beacon of light!"

 

        Turbaned students and veiled coeds gasp in the wonderment, seeing the flying beacon of Allah swooping down low, shining light in intense glow and at speed.

 

        "We are truly blessed, aren't we daddy?" Cheerfully draped Islamic daughter running back to embrace loving parents. "Isn't life wonderful? We were chosen to see Allah's light, I'm so very happy now, aren't you?"

 

        "Yes my lovely one." Turbaned father hugs his dutiful daughter as God's victory light chooses to fly away.

 

        "We got our daughter back, dear." Fully cloaked mother remarks as she hugs her reunited family.

 

        "Everything would be perfect if I had a job." The newly turbaned unemployed scientist said.

 

        "Don't worry daddy." Veiled daughter soothed, so joyful to see Allah's holy light in passing.

 

        Hugging her parents gratefully, seeing such special mystical religious sight in person, historic blessing of one's lifetime. "Nobody will ever be poor and hungry again."

 

        The once rebellious teen-age girl promised. "I've read all the latest 'fatwahs' from the beacon of holy light. Allah the great and merciful one has demanded it be done and it shall. We are truly living in a divine new age."

 

        "Of course dear," Mother agreed, "You're right, of course. We are truly blessed because Allah has rescued us from our wickedness."

 

        "Last month our little girl was partying with boys, shopping for bikini's and tight ass clothing, dating who she wanted to and staying out late."

 

        Turbaned father mused. Frenzied converts, once science students now busy smashing computers, eagerly throwing another load of books and blasphemous research data to feed sacred flames.

 

        Bilious harsh smoke pours up, the very symbol of infidel vileness being conquered, the demonic odor of evil spirits leaving. These very symbols seem the triumph of Allah's potent will.

 

        The crowd exalts when a squad of veiled maidens approach those sacred fires, cloaked Islamic converts happily tossing unchaste high school cheerleader skirts.

 

        Other wickedly tempting cheerleader attire feed Allah's cleansing flames. Everyone submits before their fierce mystical exotic deity, their proven awesome new God rules hard on campus.

 

        All clap seeing it, cheerleader enthusiasm turned around by this invincible force of heaven's light.

 

        "Don't forget young lady." Islamic mother reminds veiled daughter. "I brought your summer wardrobe from the vacation cottage just like you wanted.

 

        Everyone booed me along the way, I was driving when Allah's messages wisely ordered the unclean automobile and diesel engines to be banished."

 

        "You're not going to throw all your summer outfits away, are you?" Turbaned father muses, "Last summer you spent almost a fortune on those clothes."

 

        "I MUST daddy!" Veiled devout daughter whined. "The 'fatwahs' long ago proclaimed what a chaste young lady must wear. I MUST!"

 

        "You already discarded the rest of your short dresses and skimpy tops." Her mother in her full body cloak remarked, "There isn't much of the proper clothing on sale quite yet, I know you looked."

 

        "I will not be seen looking unchaste!" The veiled young teenager proclaimed proudly. "For that is one of Islam's most strictest of divine rules.

 

        No other man besides her father must cast a stare upon a girl my age - Except the husband my father chooses for me." She had to giggle silly, "Of course."

 

        "You may throw away your wicked unchaste rags to the victory fire," Amused cloaked mother laughs. "We know you must."

 

        Converted Islamic girl rushes to the now empty car garage to discard unchaste bags of infidel female clothing. Dutiful teen-age vixen remarks in passing, "I'll save these high-heel sandals," She concedes, "As long as my feet are completely covered, I'm allowed to wear them."

 

        "Go ahead and feed those sacred fires." Father nods agreement. Cheerful Islamic blondie rushing to join the happy celebration, the man says to his wife. "I can't believe how much our girl has changed."

 

        "We've all changed." The veiled wife has to add. "Just last month you were a Nobel Prize winning scientist, now your entire life's work is declared blasphemy by Allah, humble people despise you. But we'll get over this, our most wonderful god is truly good and merciful."

 

        Their daughter cheerfully joins the celebrating throng, happily tossing away symbols of infidel wickedness. Computer disks and skimpy tight female clothing, the demonic symbols of unblessed sexuality and perverted science, Allah's fires rise up and crush the wickedness, a blazing cleansing heat.

 

        Students cheering on the historic judgments of God in sacred ceremony, victory of Allah's will and the triumph of good over demonic evil.

 

        Cheerleaders transformed into veiled maidens, happily jumping in their newfound religious frenzy. These cheerfully cloaked teen- age girls become embarrassed when frenzied jumping reveals bare feet to turbaned male eyes.

 

        The frenzied jumping stops, girls begin to recite the Koran as atonement. Quite a sea change for them.

 

        Once athletic girls in pleated short short skirts, they displayed sexual temptation as unchaste harlots, now they've atoned for their sinfulness.

 

        Fully cloaked Moslem maidens praying for Allah's mercy, chanting the words of the Koran while cleansing angry fires still roar.

 

        "We got our daughter back." Mother coos as both stroll gracefully romantic across brightly lit university grounds. More newly registered Islamic religious students cheering on as another truckload of demonic implements are thrown into cleansing hot flames.

 

        More plastic computers and wiring make foul smoke reeking odor to the skies, vile perversions that only needed to be destroyed. Such vile odors seemed to be the devil himself complaining about God's holy work. All celebrate the victory of Allah's light.

 

        "I even get to choose her husband." Turbaned father chuckles at the irony, "at least she won't be dating stoned rock musicians or bikers anymore."

 

        "Those have all been rounded up by the Islamic militia." Dutiful Moslem mother exalts. "I haven't seen those low-lifes around much anymore, praise Allah's name."

 

        "So there's hope, huh?" Romantic unemployed research scientist coos, cuddling up to his loving converted wife.

 

        Their renewed partnership called marriage was now rewarding to his heart, an elusive family compact cemented by new surprising faith.

 

        It seemed a blessing from the heavens as he watches in amazement. Computers and books burning away in celebration, his eyes looking forward upon a marvelous new age, so unbelievable just short weeks ago.

 

        Few would even miss those old relics of demonic technology; nobody seemed to, an amazing smashing victory, such a bold medieval god, conquering the modern world so easily.

 

        A near bloodless conquest in human terms too. A divine coup that now seemed so inevitable. All humanity using perverted science - it only invited Allah's just retribution.

 

        Jihad so overwhelming and inevitable, it was almost scientific in a way, this new cosmic order. An order for the universe, a structure for mankind's chaos, Allah's order had a pattern, yet far beyond human comprehension.

 

        Like Isaac Newton's law about physics, about action and reaction - actions by man - reactions by the spirit of God.

 

        A total conquest for the ruling deity, a medieval warrior god had proven his spiritual punch. Knocking out centuries of western scientific discovery and philosophy in confident style, an inevitable triumph.

 

        All religious doubt was truly vanquished by his conquest. It was complete and awesome too, skeptical science was truly erased by the mystical light.

 

        "We all were laughing about Allah's messages at first, remember dear?" Islamic wife recalled while they strolled romantically together along the campus path into darkness, man and wife walking in tandem while rousing bonfires blazed behind them.

 

        "I never paid any kind of attention to it," The once skeptical husband noted, "I thought it was the usual Moslem zealots, issuing another one of their pathetic calls for holy war.

 

        Wars they usually lost too - only Moslem crazies in the Middle East would take THAT seriously." A once respected university professor recalled.

 

        "Not until Allah himself warned against the evil of airplanes flying." The idled professor's wife chuckled at the irony.

 

        "His warnings about the blasphemy and sinful pride of human flight were ignored." Dutiful veiled wife added, holding her divine husband's hand. Her becoming a supportive partner to the dominant spouse, a natural order of things, the prophet had written.

 

        "Allah's light said it," The once cynical husband said. "Demonic airplanes are the most vile sacrilege against the Earth, our sacred Moslem home land'.

 

        All the news media treated it as some kind of joke, something superstitious rug-head Arabs would believe, but the joke was on US!" The unemployed scientist/professor mused in awe, "The entire western world is rug-head now."

 

        "Do not disrespect the turban!" Islamic wife scolded, looking up at pristine dark skies for the thunderbolt, the one from Allah. His sword of light a terrible and swift retribution for the sinfulness.

 

        Allah's invincible sword of light had vanquished the airplane wickedness with a solid warrior punch.

 

        "I you looking up at the sky." Her turbaned husband teased. "You must have thought Allah's sword of light would punish me - for making fun of the turban. I have been a sinner too." Turbaned spouse said in apology to the above.

 

        "We were all sinners, dear." Devoutly cloaked wife agreed. "Our cherished daughter realized that, she became aware of her unchaste habits first, and amended her sinful ways. I suggest we begin to do the same."

 

        "You're right dear. I was one of the worst blasphemers of all." Unemployed turbaned scientist voiced remorse. "Devoting my life's work to the perversions of advanced research."

 

        "And I drank alcohol and wasted my pride on cosmetic female adornments." Veiled dutiful Moslem wife admitted her shame. "We have all been found guilty of rebellion against Allah's rules.

 

        We didn't even know it; no wonder the great God of all Islam was forced to confront all these evil demons of modernism.

 

        He had every right to condemn us to the devil for these sins, yet Allah chose to spare most everyone. Our wonderful deity has proven great and merciful."

 

        The unemployed university professor hugged his supportive wife gratefully, a warm embrace.

 

        Family relationships during these past chaotic weeks seemed such incredible joy, an island of stability as centuries of human scientific advancement became jolted back to devout reality.

 

        Western philosophy surrendered so easily, collapsing like a fragile teacup against the rocks, a potent faith of the true god. A dominant medieval deity with real firepower, Allah's vengeful sword of light proved he ruled.

 

        No wonder the empty secular world converted en- masse. It was a brilliant psychological conquest more impressive than even God's terrible lighted warrior sword.

 

        "That was once the girl's basketball team, I think." The husband and unemployed research scientist surmised. Together they watch another squad of veiled maidens coming down campus grounds.

 

        His fully cloaked wife notes, "They haven't practiced for weeks," She mused, "They can only meet inside the mosque for prayer. Women and sports are an abomination according to the holy books."

 

        She squeezed her husband's hand warmly, a dedicated married woman who had never seemed more at peace than she was now.

 

        Sharing newfound family connections was more satisfying than empty alcoholism. Smiling fully cloaked family woman, one who never felt more blessed.

 

        The faith indeed shined for them today. "I want to watch our reformed female athletes celebrate Allah's victory ceremony."

 

        The wife remarked, "It's so uplifting to see our Moslem maidens celebrate their spiritual peacefulness. I want to see our daughter too."

 

        "You may go." Her unemployed professor husband nodded, "I'll stay here and enjoy my solitude for a brief moment. Watching reformed teen-age girls tossing un-chaste basketball shorts into the flames isn't my cup of tea."

 

        "You're so cynical dear." Devout Islamic wife scolded again. "You should try to be more pure in thought - and words."

 

        She said turning around, marching towards blazing bonfires on campus as veiled reformed maidens tossed sleek female basketball uniforms into Allah's flames of victory.

 

        Unchaste female shorts being incinerated into purity as the crowd cheers.

 

        "LOOK UP AT THE SKY!!" One fully cloaked teen-age maiden exclaims. "IT'S ALLAH'S BEACON AGAIN!"

 

        The dutiful in-transit Islamic wife looks up watching it, Allah's light coming down. Crackling the very air with his power, it blinded her for a moment.

 

        Until the dust settled and it was gone, she searched her eyes all around to find her husband. He was gone too, disappeared into the thunderbolt maelstrom.

 

        She screamed in anguish, her husband was taken; all that remained was dust and smoky haze. Allah's mystical sword of light had taken him away.

 

 

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        He opened his eyes and gasped in shock, seeing the very image of Satan.

 

        A demon out of the holy books of all Islam, a she-demon leaning over him

with breasts, and her lips a glossy stain of yellow.

 

        Her ears had metallic studs with head bald, a devil wearing a strange uniform of purple and green. A chilling image, in response he began to pray.

 

        A devout plea to the proven powerful warrior god of Islam, it was his last chance to avoid eternal damnation.

 

        He made his plea to the most merciful god for mercy in the face of evil.

 

        "Hello." The demon said, a voice not exactly human. This dazed father from Earth struggling to arise, thinking of refusing to just meekly surrender to the forces of darkness.

 

        His stressed out heart pounding against his rib cage in fear: on the road to hell - and unable to stop the wicked tide.

 

        "Sit down!" The she-demon ordered, pushing him back against the chair with authority.

 

        He obeyed meekly in cruel shiver, almost cowering in demonic shadows. The simple act of sitting down brings this daughter of darkness into sharp focus.

 

        A demon looking almost human but hairless, painted ugly, wearing metal studs as jewelry along with another metal box hanging from her neck.

 

        It resembled a transistor radio from many years ago, an ungodly use of demonic technology, tools of evil that Allah wisely banished for mankind's benefit not many weeks before.

 

        "Don't be afraid." The hairless devil soothed, "My name is Lynna. I'll soon explain to you how you came here and where you are right now."

 

        "Am I dead?" The confused Moslem convert wondered aloud. "Didn't Allah's sword of light bring me here, to this accursed place? I'm in hell, right?

 

        Don't sugarcoat your demonic lies to me! I know I've offended Allah greatly." He laughed in lament, a cold shiver on the verge of eternal divine punishment.

 

        "Hell?" The demon harlot named Lynna pursed her painted lips in amusement. "This isn't anyplace like hell."

 

        She laughed too wickedly to be human. "I guess most everyone on Earth is a devout Moslem these days!" The mysterious devil mused.

 

        There was something about her facial expression that moved him. Eyes that didn't exactly seem demonic - not that he'd ever seen demons before.

 

        It was only amid the chaos of Allah's divine intervention upon mankind's wickedness that made him demon conscious in the first place.

 

        No modern man could accept the reality of demonic angels and then be considered sane - until the powerful light of an angry Islamic god changed the human universe forever.

 

        Yet her eyes convinced him somehow she was quite different. Clear brown eyes, more like the eyes of a mortal female.

 

        He was used to female eyes, a long-ago married man with a wife and teen-age daughter.

 

        A man who enjoyed many female friends, growing up with many sisters and all their gal-pals, he felt he knew females as well as any man, if this was a

true demon  - why would she stare at him like that?

 

        A seemingly curious look of pity with a tinge of admiration, but fright fluttered his eyelids once again.

 

        If she was indeed demonic, was he in hell? This apostate of demonic darkness could easily be the result of Allah's judgment.

 

        Celestial thunderbolts of light striking him in front of his wife and daughter, another display of divine sentence, warning to others at 'cleansing fire' ceremony.

 

        A beacon of divine reality the result of God's judgment, Allah's sacred sword on display in front of his now devoted Islamic wife and daughter.

 

        He'd just regained his family life after much soul-searching and devout prayer - all that was gone now.

 

        Was it Allah's lighted sword, his judgment for past wickedness?

 

        Not wanting to show fear to this demon from the cruel underworld, he answered the angel of darkness. "Then give me your explanation - your cosmic grace."

 

        He answered sarcastically, speaking more like a jaded university professor than devoted follower of Islam.

 

        "Walter, you can call me Lynna." She said. Filling him in on their alien attack plan that resulted in total victory, her diabolical plot for misusing one of mankind's great religions.

 

        He couldn't bring himself to believe it at first, a crafty race from another world.

 

        Their cynical use of anthology to ignite a spiritual revival on his planet, aliens tactics employed to under-mine human secular science and advancement in their plans of conquest.

 

        Their bold imaginative use of gamma-ray laser technology resembling religious miracles had impelled a spiritual surrender to a mystical yet powerful medieval god.

 

        "Please answer me then?" Walter asked sarcastically, his illusions of religious faith vanishing back to jaded cynicism. "Is there a reason for these sort of mind-games?"

 

        "We chose this method in hopes that many untold millions of lives could be saved." Lynna explained.

 

        "Answer me this!" He said sarcastic angry at his captor, almost sighing a reply as illusions about his new found religious faith vanished into jaded cynicism.

 

        "Did you guys enjoy your evil mind games on the human race? It must be a nice joke for you to be playing God with us like that."

 

        "We chose this method to save human lives." Lynna explained. "Our generals have chosen to wage war because your beloved human race has long-ago decided to expand your kind of aggression into other worlds - this our people will not allow."

 

        "Your warriors can't face humans on the battlefield, so you chose to play God with us?"

 

        "If our two planets engaged in serious warfare, many millions on your planet would surely die. It would promise to be a racially ugly conflict - a bloody one which would likely last for many decades."

 

        With shock Lynna noticed her captive scientist's smirk. He made another cryptic gesture while she tried to explain again.

 

        The likely death of millions on his planet evidently was no interest to him. It was true, just like Muk-riss and the General staff had always said. The inhabitants of this planet were morally barbaric.

 

        Lynna felt her sympathy for the human vanish like an empty bladder; she was almost relieved to feel it.

 

        Her contributions to the use of psychological warfare accomplished something of value. Her species had the sense of morality even well educated people on planet earth evidently lacked.

 

        "Am I your prisoner then?" Walter asked, looking at Lynna's necklace. It was probably a metal translator box, although her English language skills were good, she often needed electronic help.

 

        "Maybe my 'playing God' strategy for disarming your human race wasn't proper, and discouraging the use of space travel and aviation may cause human suffering."

 

        Lynna explained herself, "But much more suffering would have happened in a serious inter-planetary war."

 

        "You never answered my question." Walter said angrily, "Am I or am I not your prisoner?"

 

        "Not exactly," Lynna answered amused. "We're going back to our home planet and you will be our guest. Maybe Allah will answer your prayers there."

 

 

 

        Enroute back, more orders arrive from the home planet, an updated vision for planet Earth in the Islamic universe.

 

        News media on Lynna's home planet even began making reports on that exotic island of a planet in far- off space.

 

        A fragile area slated to become a 'cultural protectorate', a devoutly religious planet needing cultural protection in the harsh modern secular space-age world.

 

        Respected medical opinion and anthropologists had data proving natives of earth were extremely vulnerable to stress, the stress formed by modern living and high-paced life, for instance.

 

        The inevitable result for stressed out citizens of Earth was too often various addictions, decadent living, or religious revival of the fiercest kind.

 

        Civilians and even military personnel on Lynna's planet were largely unaware of their empire's most recent conquest, a religious enclave in deep space.

 

        An exotic planet known for its Islamic religious fever, most believed the scientific reports:

 

        The modern world was increasingly hazardous to the mental health of such a simple and devoutly religious people, few argued against the need for military patrols to enforce that planet's need for isolation and 'cultural protection.'

 

        Some were even calling the planet Earth by the it's more recent official title on the star charts, 'Islamia.'

 

        A religious hermit kingdom closed off forever to curious visitors from other worlds in the name of science.

 

 

 

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