The Antierra Manifesto – blog post #63

(Ah, where does the time go? Late again, but here’s blog post #63 and the story is back on track.)

(from blog post #62)  The petrified trembling girl dropped her staff in utter terror of striking the king and for that little mistake was promptly decapitated by her reproving lover.  In a final tribute to the supremacy of malehood, the king then proceeded to have sex with the decapitated body.  A fitting end to a perfect week to commemorate the enthroning of Clown Prince Jestor to king of the fair land of Elbre.

(Note: my use of the word Clown rather than Crown is deliberate)
“M. D.”

End blog post #62
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Begin blog post #63

Chapter 27 – The ‘Teaching’ Begins

It’s been over a month since I’ve heard anything from either the Cydroids or seen Dr. Echinoza.  I suspect he went on one of his “R and R” trips to the south with Yoba Five, or one of the Yoba’s.  In the meantime I have had six more turns into the arena.  I am a new person in two very remarkable ways.  One, my bionic implants work to perfection, matched as I was told, by whatever else was done to my skin and I suspect, to my brain.  There is a new clarity and speed I have to actually pull back on to appear at least nominally ‘human’ to challengers, observers and watchers.

In any official arena combat, all participants are assessed on performance.  Every move is observed by cameras and human recorders.  Most of the observation is for legal purposes, to reveal if laws are being flouted or broken so penalties can be applied.  For example, if a challenger uses a poisoned tip without having cleared it with the arena and paid the proper fee that allows use of such a poison, he will be fined, or if it causes the premature death of an expensive fighter, may cause the forfeit his own life.

Female fighters are assessed for future value in the gambling circuit and they also are watched for breaking laws.

An example of a move that will certainly get you flogged to death: approaching a challenger and suddenly releasing sand trapped in the hand into his eyes, temporarily blinding him to administer the ‘coup de grace’.

Thus are we watched and all our moves carefully recorded and gone over by statisticians.  My personalized and famous killing kick had to be entered as a permissible move before I could duplicate it in an official combat.  All fighting must be done using only the weapons provided.  If a weapon is dropped, you cannot use your feet or hands to tackle your opponent.  Unless you can regain your weapon, you die.  If you use your body and succeed in overthrowing your opponent, then you have to kill him with your bare hands, or with a kick.  If you do so, you will be tortured to death as a murderer.

Isn’t it interesting how the laws of any land can be twisted to fit any kind of immoral concept?  Think about this.  On Malefactus I have no status as a human being.  I’m not even an animal, just a thing with some monetary value attached to it.  Yet I can commit a crime punishable by the most violent form of punishment – physical torture.  Who stops to think that through?  Well, since it serves the ruling class – the males – there is no reason for them to question it and since I have no legal status to question anything they do, I cannot question it.  A perfect combination.  Reminds me of many laws I studied on Old Earth, especially those to do with slavery and post-slavery days on some worlds before the great die-back.  Similar irrational laws governed the interaction between labour and management and whether corporations could be held accountable for crimes committed against humanity when all along they paid taxes (or made a pretense to) and received benefits under the law as did private citizens.

Here’s another thought on the same subject regarding organized sports.  On any world where such gratuitous forms of violence are still indulged in, it has been my observation that organized sports of any kind require a plethora of arcane rules to remain interesting to spectators or to make any sense, especially to define one’s performance within the sport to those who participate in it.  Shouldn’t that tell you something about the actual ‘value’ of such sport?  Any remotely intelligent encounter with such a put-up job would be to walk away from it.  But as here, in Hyrete, the opposite happens.  People flock to observe these insane and immoral activities and willingly part with large sums of money to do so.

Of my six encounters now since my implants, none were even close to a challenge but I did manage to make it look as if I was working.  I performed what the crowds hate the most but get the hottest about – evasive manoeuvres, drawing my opponent behind me as I back away from him, tiring him out from walking through the sand.  The most difficult part for me is getting slightly wounded without incurring serious cuts or blows.  I have to show I am working, but I cannot afford to get seriously hurt because the local medics may discover my implants and jeopardize the Koronese effort on Malefactus.  I promised to be careful.  It’s a very difficult act to perform.

Sometimes, when I let my feelings dominate for an instant I want to reach out with my bare hands, pluck the little fuck by the neck and just squeeze with those impeccably reliable bionic wrist implants and watch his eyeballs pop out.

Oh, am I shocking you?  Did you think that for a moment there I was no longer human?  What, and miss all the fun of living on this world?  OK, so I feel sorry later.  I confess to myself how wrong, how dangerous, how deleterious, how openly evil  it is for me to entertain such thoughts.  But in the heat of the fight, it helps me focus… until I find something better to occupy my thoughts with, or until they finally kill me.

I know there will be, there must be, an execution in my future or at the very least a killing orgy.  No woman ever survives the arena.  It will end here.

In between these fights I train many women.  Having lowered my speech standards to theirs, and having once more bounced back from what they were sure was my certain death, thus becoming to some a kind of local hero, to others the reincarnation of their Desert Beast Goddess, several now speak to me even though they certainly fear me.  I don’t mind the fear because it works for my long-term plans.

As I tap into my “other” memories I keep introducing new fighting methods, new moves, tricks, attacks that do not appear as attacks.  After all these are women.  Their brains work like women.  They innately know how to seduce men.  This can be done in many ways, not only sexually but as fighters.  Even in the arena they are still women, they are not men.  They are more subtle, less likely to charge mindlessly at an opponent.  They are the ones who finesse the combat, who quite often call the shots as it were.  With self-empowerment they can have much control over how it plays out.

But first I must make ‘her’ aware of her power as a sexual being.  What stance to take when a man approaches with an erection to plunge into her.  What feelings to bring forth for him to absorb.  I explain that it should not be hateful, neutral or submissive.  That is the one place where her female body can be activated to weaken the male without his realizing it.  The way to his power is through his emotions.  That is his greatest weakness.  Males cannot muster up emotional shields against a woman’s sexual love advances.  He can only counter with physical barriers but most of the time he finds himself powerless to do so.

“You must learn to seduce them to you not just for quick favours but to steal their will power, their male power.  You must learn how to take that into yourselves.  That is what I used to do on Túat Har.  Any woman can steal a man’s energy through sex but few men can do the same with a woman.  She basically has to let him do it to her.  Here you have forgotten this and it has made you weak and fearful.  Even those of you who use anger against men, you are weak.  Anger is the last refuge of fear.  It is your greatest weakness.

You have become slaves of men from the original shock of losing all that was familiar and natural to you.  That is what the black metallic demons stole from you.  What you don’t realize yet is that this ancient female power has come back for you.  It is here, within you again.

“There is a story from Old Earth of a very strong man whose power was in his hair.  He told no one this and he was able to fight hundreds of armed men and kill them.  He could take doors like that one – I point to the massive portal of the keep’s main entrance – and carry them on his shoulders to the top of a hill.  He could kill huge wild beasts with his bare hands.  But he was seduced by a woman and one day he told her his secret.  She cut his hair and he became weak.  He was imprisoned by his enemies and they gouged out his eyes.  But over time they forgot about cutting his hair and his strength returned.  One day he was chained between two massive main towers that held up a stone temple like this place, and thousands of his enemies were inside celebrating.  The man flexed his muscles and knew his power had come back.  He pulled on the towers and collapsed the building, killing himself and all those inside.  Thousands of his enemies died in one day.

“Remember this story.  See this man as each one of you.  As a woman on this world, realize always that the power they took away from you has come back.  Yes, they have taken your freedom away and made laws so you remain slaves of men.  But it need not remain that way.  All you need to do is focus your mind on your female energies.  Not to survive a fight against a male in the arena, that’s nothing.  But to regain your freedom as women; as full human beings.  That is what you once were…”

I go on like this, day after day, to one, two, sometimes more women while one of them watches for eavesdroppers (snitches) or men lurking about trying to hear what we are saying.  Technically I am not supposed to talk to the women but I have demonstrated time and again, the necessity of the need to verbally explain new or revolutionary ideas.  I have shown the men the advantage of allowing me these law-bending freedoms by the money they have made from my innovations in fighting techniques – not to mention the improvements on the weapons the women use.

Yes, many of the women are frightened by my words and the ideas they create in their minds.  I have to keep reminding them that they are going to be killed violently regardless of what they do, or do not.

End blog post #63

20 thoughts on “The Antierra Manifesto – blog post #63

  1. Regis Auffray

    Although I have read this before, it is nonetheless most engaging. I wonder if you have sent this manuscript somewhere, where some outfit might want to publish it. As far as I am concerned, it is as good and most probably better than a lot that I have read.

    All the best, Régis (Reg to some and I’m good with that.)

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  2. Phil Huston

    “petrified trembling”
    I’m on about clarity here lately, and that involves word choices that are less confusing. Those two next to each other…Petrified has several meanings, all of which involve rigidity or stasis. The opposite of trembling. You could go “terrified” and keep trembling or you could go trembling, her mind/thoughts/petrified or some such but a better word is the easiest path to clarity. I read that and my mind had a Timothy Leary moment. I’m not handing out advice to be mean, and I kn ow this is the internet but best foot forward, eh? The more we make the reader’s mind re-wrap our meaning or read through us it takes us out of the story for a split second. Subliminal, but important

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      1. Phil Huston

        I thought of that. And dichotomy and whole list of similar synonyms for “opposed.” I know full well how it it happens, guilty as charged. Even things that are in the cliche lexicon like “deafening silence.” But petrified trembling hasn’t reached that status. However based on the (lack of) logic in thrown together words that sound like writing that I see in a lot of what people are publiching these days…You make sense so ikt threw me for an instant.

  3. Sha'Tara Post author

    Absolutely correct. I don’t post without at least one review and I do remember looking at that and thinking, ‘what’s wrong with that?’ and being tired and pressed for time… I let it go. Thanks for picking up on it and notifying me, very appreciated. Now I have to retrieve the manuscript and make the change… oh, darn!

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  4. Hyperion

    People can do amazing things when they have nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Sparticus was such a person and he was not defeated by Rome until his Army broke into smaller groups with different goals and then Rome chewed them apart piece by piece. In our pursuit of life we seek low risk answers with high value results. It’s folly to do so. Their is no freedom nor peace except through violence. To defeat an enemy one must remove the will and means to fight and when fear of death is no longer present, it is skill, will, and teamwork that ends the day in victory. That is a concept all but lost to modern armies that settle for stalemates and waste the nation’s treasure on pointless engagements. Your portrayal of Al’Tara teaching the women how to win before the first blow is struck is what brilliant leaders do when preparing their armies. An excellent read that stirs old memories and makes the heart feel young again. Well done!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      An old dog who still wants to chase cars, huh? 🙂 Excellent analysis of the ‘teaching’ by Antierra. There is no room for “maybe” when entering a combat to the death. Facing the enemy, one is going to die and it cannot be you. In this case winning is everything. The ambivalent or hesitant mind is already in a dead body before the combat begins. This applies to every conflict I’ve ever been in and why I quit politics: it gives you options in which you can win even after having lost. Anyone should be able to immediately see the scam in that.

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      1. Hyperion

        Waaa haaa haaa! Yes, the old dog still likes chasing cars except I do it lying on my side on the couch with my tongue hanging out and just kick my feet a little. Sometimes I even bark or howl to add realism. The grandkids love it and join in. They are a great pack to hang out with. You nail this aspect of the story with amazing accuracy. I could tell you were relating experience. In fact, throughout the story, every scene has a depth to it that reaches deep in the psyche. I don’t read to filter or disbelieve, I read to become one with the story and your writing is captivating in that sense. The messages laced in the text are evident and hard hitting. Oh and do forgive my wandering mind of late. The new improved socialist healthcare system mandated by the uber wealthy insurance cabals have relegated me to constant excruciating back pain due to back injury. The fix is simple but one has to waste an inordinate amount of time going through pointless treatments before the cure can be administered. My mind has become a wobbling bowl of freaky jello and so to take my mind off of the pain, I indulge myself with rediculous comments on all my friends’ websites. Your tolerance is helping me cope and I am eternally grateful for that.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Thanks for that comment also… and you can “bloviate” here all you care to. I wish I could offer you more than mere tolerance to ease your physical condition, friend.

      3. Hyperion

        Thank you Sha’Tara. You do offer a great deal of comfort in your willingness to allow my eccentricities to speak out from the mask of pain about other more engaging subjects. Your wit and humor is first class and I find it impossible to hurt when smiling and laughing. I don’t filter myself in our duscussion which would spare you a lot of my grokking efforts but heck, that’s the best part of my day. I’m almost like a duck on a June Bug waiting to see if you are home so I can delve into something worthy of our mental energy. 😊

  5. deteremineddespitewp

    On reflection these men are a cowardly bunch aren’t they?
    Won’t let women use the old sand in the face trick. Such a feeble lot they have to impose restrictions and then they still get killed.
    Not real men really.
    Very subversive writing as always Sha’ Tara

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you Roger! That’s the problem when one part of society becomes the only one with power – it can no longer reason and we’re seeing a lot of that at this time.

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        Thanks for the comment, Roger. What you say was predictable. It was obvious from the start that the pseudo democracies that were permitted to exist would be a temporary misdirection while the elite apparatus want through a change of pace, from flamboyant and ridiculous showy royalty to hard and dark power using money (Mammon) as its new god of the age. You can call it capitalism or predatory capitalism, but that is how the elites moved from Chess to Monopoly and still kept full control of the planet. Whether they’re a mad king or a mad President makes absolutely no difference to the outcome: the Muggles will worship the ruler.

      2. deteremineddespitewp

        And yet, these folk who fancy themselves as power brokers as but small people in a massive world of Time and Space, they might have a short time on stage, but history shows they are just as vulnerable to be dragged down, chewed up and spat out as any.
        Systems might keep on going, but those who try and play them….they’ll go down eventually.
        It’s how the game goes.

      3. Sha'Tara Post author

        The game goes on, and that’s the sad part, hence why I refer to the programming as the perpetuation of a skewed reality. Individual players, elites or sheeple will pass through, and beyond but it’s the game that has to be stopped. For that we need to identify the current source of the perpetuating program and terminate it. Another job for the Avatars…

      4. deteremineddespitewp

        There is also the mob mentality which can run out of control and those who were once leaders find themselves riding the proverbial tiger.
        Oliver Cromwell had a perception of this. I give you a quote:
        ‘Do not trust to that, for these very people would shout as much if you and I were going to be hanged.’ – Response to John Lambert’s remarks that he ‘was glad to see we had the nation on our side’ as they were cheered by a crowd in June 1650.

      5. Sha'Tara Post author

        Cromwell understood well the spirit of the mob. Was that when he was “Making England Great Again”? (MEGA!) Give that one to Boris after Great Britain becomes England again. 🙂

      6. deteremineddespitewp

        Cromwell was never one for the public acclaim (quite the opposite). He was a ruthless, focused fellow.
        What did appeal to the public was his use of military force in throwing out the members of The Long Parliament 20th April 1653-The quote being
        “You have sat too long for any good you have been doing lately… Depart, I say; and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!”….which has certain resonances.
        He was brutal in the suppression of any opposition. His regime was pragmatic in the allowing of Jews back into the UK as in those days Dutch Jews were a fulcrum in international trade.
        Johnson is simply a quirk in the system caused by the hysteria in a large part of population, whipped up by opportunists and wackos, his legacy will be but a short paragraph, a person of negligible true character.

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