Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2015 15:45:18 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: The Legacy of a Starman, Chapter 18.
The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 18
Ford pulled out of Matt's ass slowly and walked over to the
dresser, picked up the buzzing device and activated it. After quickly
reading the message, he smiled and said, "Nothing that can't wait until
morning," he grinned. "I believe that Matt's sweet ass is overloaded with
sperm and needs some help relieving the pressure. However, that doesn't
prevent you from adding more sperm to Mike's ass, Matt."
"I'm always up for that," I agreed.
"My dick has had enough," Matt sighed as he pulled out of my
well-fucked hole. "I can stay hard for a couple of rounds, but even I
can't keep it up forever."
"Sit on my face then, and we'll see if Mike can resuscitate your
wilting dick," Ford suggested. "If it still doesn't want to play, I think
Mike wants to take another turn at your sweet hole."
"My ass is always ready for a big dick," Matt nodded
enthusiastically. "And you do shoot enormous loads. The ones I've seen in
the porno films never shot that much. Well, except for one or two guys who
were astonishingly blessed with huge loads, smaller loads like mine were
the norm. But, I never saw any of those men deliver the goods in someone's
ass or mouth. It was always a solo performance that sprayed cream all over
their faces and chests."
We set to "work" at our assigned tasks with gusto. Ford made all
kinds of piggy noises as he ate our loads out of Matt's hot ass and I did
my best to revive Matt's dick. I was having some success, but not enough
for a good fuck. It refused to get hard enough for that.
"Maybe you need more inspiration," I said. "Roll on to your back
and pull your knees into your chest. Ford can continue munching on your
tight hole, while I suck your dick and sit on your face. The taste of your
own load may be what you need to get hard again." And it worked, of
course. In fact, it worked a little too well. Within a few seconds he was
hard as steel, and a few seconds later, he was filling my mouth with
another load of dick gravy.
Ford had felt Matt's ass pulse wildly as the young man climaxed.
Knowing that Matt was good for a second time around, Ford pushed me away
from Matt's dick and sat on it. I didn't move away from sitting on Matt's
face, so the "inspiration" held. A couple of minutes later, Ford felt the
unmistakable pulsing of a new load jetting up his hungry ass. Matt's cries
of pleasure were muffled in my ass as he ate me out hungrily as his climax
peaked and slowly receded.
My dick was hard as a rock, so I swapped places with Ford and slid
my dick instead of my tongue up Matt's young ass. "Yeah, that's want I
need," Matt praised. "I'm gonna be a bottom for the rest of my life!"
"With a dick as big as yours, that's doubtful," Ford countered.
"Besides, your dick loves to fuck, as we can attest." I nodded agreement.
"But, I think you might find that you're into a three-way when you can find
it. And if you go to the sex club, I'm sure you'll find a number of
couples who would love to take you on," Ford suggested.
I slowly fucked Matt, knowing that if I increased the pace at all,
I'd spray more jizz into him far too soon. Ford had returned to sitting on
Ford's face. Without a second thought, he started sucking on Matt's
deflating dick again. Matt was on his back once more, servicing both of
us. Ford's dick was hard, so I pushed him off Matt's big dick and started
sucking on my husband's leaking dick.
"You keep that up and I'll nutt in your mouth," Ford warned me.
"Then, stick it in Matt's mouth while I shoot another load up his
ass," I proposed. Within seconds, Ford was pushing his dick as far as he
dared into Matt's mouth. He had returned to sucking on Matt's dick while I
increased my rhythm again into our young protégé's asshole. "I'm
gonna nutt!" I warned too late.
"Me, too!" Ford bellowed. I watched his dick pulse and spray into
Matt's sucking maw. Matt's throat worked several times, trying to get all
of Ford's discharge into his stomach. For a raw beginner, Matt did a great
job of swallowing every drop of Ford's cream. I knew how much Ford shot,
so I knew what Matt was taking. My load filling his ass didn't abate for
nearly a minute. Watching some other man take Ford's load always produced
an extra big load from my heavy balls. Matt's tight ass was hungry and I
loved feeding it.
When I pulled out, I immediately began felching Matt's ass. Matt
wasn't allowing Ford to pull out of his mouth and insisted that he needed
every drop that Ford could dribble after that big climax.
Finally, we separated and lay next to each other. "That's the best
initiation anyone could hope for," Matt beamed in the semi-darkness of the
bedroom. "I wish I hadn't waited so long."
"We all come out when we're ready and the situation is right for
it," Ford opined.
We fucked, felched, rimmed, sucked dick, and slept until 8:00 the
next morning. Matt left with a full ass and a full belly. We fed him
dick, nutt, and breakfast. He was a very happy man when he departed.
"I wonder what he's going to do about a place to live, if he
parents find out what he's been up to," I asked Ford.
"If it comes down to it, we can recommend several men that we know
who would give him lodging and dick and ass for as long as he needs it, I'm
sure," I replied. "So, what was the message on the communicator?"
"Oh, it said to standby for an important message at ten this
morning," Ford responded. "I have no idea what's going on that would
require that they knew we'd be available at the right time."
"Maybe it has to do with something that they want to be sure isn't
overheard or read by the natives," I ventured. Ford shrugged and let it
go. But, I didn't let him go. As he bent over the sink to wash a pan, I
pulled his shorts down and knelt behind him. "I need to reclaim this
pretty hole."
He bent over farther and wiggled his ass suggestively. "Take it
any way you want to, but I'm gonna get a big piece of your manhole, too,"
Ford smiled over his shoulder. "You haven't shot a load in more than two
hours, so I expect a massive load."
I had no way of knowing the volume, but my lengthy climax indicated
that it was my usual massive amount. Ford spun me around when I'd finished
and took me over the table top. His enormous dick felt huge in my ass as
it always did. And his climax was of epic proportions as well. "I love it
when we reclaim each other after a hot night with other men," I sighed as
he pulled out of my ass and lay beside me. Rather than felch out each
other, we agreed to let the sperm stay where it was deeply planted. Our
love tunnels would absorb our loads as they usually did. Perhaps later,
we'd suck out the last remnants.
However, the hour of the "important" message was approaching. With
devices in hand, we waited for the connection. At exactly ten, both
devices buzzed. Simultaneously, we connected to the message. "Usual
rendezvous point at 10 p.m. local time. Details to follow afterwards." We
glanced at each other after we'd read it.
"What the hell does that mean?" I wondered.
"I think we're being met by the shuttle and are going back to the
ship orbiting Earth," Ford ventured. "Otherwise, they'd have just sent a
message. I wonder what is so important that it has to be a face-to-face
contact?"
"I guess we'll find out when we reach the rendezvous point," I
shrugged.
We spent the rest of the day observing and noting reactions from
the general population as we visited more grocery stores and malls. I
wondered if our reports hadn't been detailed enough and we're being called
to account for our perceived failure. Ford assured me that we'd have been
told long before now if our reports were inadequate. And he didn't think
we were being recalled, either. From all of the positive press the
encounter with the Alliance was getting, we didn't think that a nefarious
plot had been uncovered. By mid-afternoon, we gave up speculating what was
going to happen this evening. Whatever happened was going to happen and we
were helpless to impact the direction of it.
At the designated hour, we approached an abandoned farm house in
the country about 20 miles from town. Ford parked the car behind the
building and we exited the vehicle. We looked about, but saw nothing. A
moment later, a shuttle materialized slightly in front of us. The cloaking
device was working well, I smiled to myself. A door slid open and we were
beckoned inside.
"Do you know what this is all about?" Ford asked the pilot and only
other being on the craft.
"I'm just the driver," the pilot responded. "You'll be told when
we arrive at the ship." We weren't in too much of a hurry as we made at
least a dozen other landings, picking up more passengers. Ford asked them
what they knew about what was happening; but to a person, they had no more
idea of what was going on than we did. Someone finally asked the pilot
when we should expect to rendezvous with the ship in orbit. "One more stop
and we'll depart for space," he replied.
The last stop was in southern France. We landed in a field just
outside of a small village not far from the Atlantic coast. Vineyards and
fields of various grains surrounded us. With the last passengers aboard,
the pilot headed for space. Within another ten minutes, we were aboard the
main vehicle and were being escorted to a conference room near the bridge.
There were at least 150 people in the room already. We were told that
another group would arrive in a few minutes and then the briefing would
begin.
Everyone present glanced at others in the room and all seemed to
shrug. No one had a clue what was going on. The last group entered the
room ten minutes later, equally perplexed as the rest of us. Most of the
people in the room knew each other, but that didn't seem to demonstrate
anymore commonality or reasonable ideas as to what this was all about.
The room darkened and everyone took a seat. A hologram of the
commanding admiral of the fleet appeared in the front of the room. "You
have all been called together for a specific reason. The fleet needs the
two ships that are in orbit around this planet. And before you ask, no,
there are no threats that require the withdrawal of these two ships. The
Alliance has other higher priority exploration needs. This contact with
Earth has gone far better than anyone has imagined. Therefore, there is no
need to keep our ships here.
"Now, as to why you are here," the image smiled. "We are
appointing you as emissaries or ambassadors of the Alliance to 50 of the
most populated nations. Messages have already been sent to the governments
of those 50 nations. And additional messages have been beamed to the other
nations, informing them of what we are doing. They have been told that any
time they need to see an emissary of the Alliance that they will be given
first priority in getting an appointment with the nearest Alliance
representative. We don't anticipate any problems. However, we do expect
all of the other nations to test your ability to give them an immediate
appointment. Do NOT disappoint them or the Alliance.
"Additional messages have been prepared and will be arriving soon
on your communication devices. You will be sent to your respective
countries in pairs. Additional personnel will be assigned to your embassy
as needed. Any questions that you have should be directed to your
supervisor. Good luck!" the admiral concluded. His hologram winked out.
An immediate buzz filled the room, a combination of voices and
communicators. Ford and I checked our devices. We were designated
emissaries to the United States. We would have a staff of twelve people
initially. If there was a need for more, we were to communicate that to
our supervisor. We were also told that a report was expected within a
month of taking up residence in the nation's capitol. Ford would be
designated as the primary representative of the Alliance. I was his
deputy. Our condo mates were leaders of our support staff.
"Now what do we do?" I asked Ford.
"Well, let's get our condo mates and talk this out," Ford replied.
We corralled them and started with how we were going to accomplish this.
Within less than a minute of discussion, all four of our communicators
sounded again. Our new supervisor's face appeared on all four devices.
"Gentlemen," he smiled. "Welcome to the diplomatic corps." We
acknowledged his greeting, but before we could begin asking questions, he
told us to hold all questions until after we'd received addition training
on the ship. Meanwhile, the United States government has been notified of
your impending arrival. We have obtained a building suitable for your
needs and that of your staff. It has been swept for listening devices and
has windows that will not transmit sound waves. We have a special issue
with Ford's deputy. As he is half alien and half native, he will be known
to be a native of Earth. However, the other half of his heritage will be a
secret. At this point, the question is, what is a native of Earth doing as
a representative of the Alliance?"
"And do you have an answer for that?" I asked.
"Not yet, but we have several ideas," our supervisor replied. "If
you have any ideas, please forward them on to me. You are a special case
and we don't want to lose your expertise and knowledge of Earth and the
Alliance just because of where you were born. So, pay attention to your
training. At the end of each day, you will be tested. That will be an
opportunity to ask further questions that weren't answered in your training
that day."
The training was scheduled for a week. After the first day of
instruction, we were given the rest of the day off to connect with other
ambassadors and their staffs. Ford pulled our group out for a quick
meeting to ask all of them to report their strengths to him by tomorrow, so
he'd know what capacity that they could serve in best. I quickly finished
my report, telling him that my strengths were getting fucked and bred by
his magnificent dick and then turning him around and pounding my baby gravy
deep up his ass. As a footnote, I reminded him that I'd live on this
planet for many years and knew a lot about it. I should be the person who
he went to for information about why people of Earth acted or reacted in
some odd manners.
That night in our quarters, he read my message and laughed most of
the way through it, because I'd added several salacious sentences about sex
with him. "I expect a demonstration of all those positions tonight," he
finally said when he looked up at me. "And your point is well taken about
when it comes to understanding the people of this planet. I'll take your
advice and your dick willingly."
"Well, first thing, Mr. Ambassador is that you get a
congratulations fuck," I began. "I was thinking that you should get on
your back and pull your legs into your big chest. You know that perfect
ass of yours needs to be prepared for a deep ride and seeding." It wasn't
like he needed to be told what to do. He loved getting fucked as much as I
did. But, I thought we should start off with his new "deputy" showing him
how valuable I could be. He was a willing accomplice when he saw how hard
my dick was.
With our clothes scattered about the bedroom, Ford was on the bed
with his legs pulled into the proper position. My mouth was on his
asshole, eating him out and getting him ready for my fat, long dick. There
was the faint scent and taste of cum in his ass. What was unusual about
that was that rarely did we go more than a couple of hours without breeding
each other. With the class taking nearly eight hours, with a short break
for lunch, we had had no time to exchange sperm. I was hoping that we
could make up for that loss this evening. We'd take a break for dinner,
but then would go back to fucking each other far into the night.
Keeping in mind that we had class the following morning, we stopped
fucking at midnight and slept in until after seven. That gave us just
enough time to shower, don our uniforms, and shovel in some breakfast
before the second day of class began. Today we were instructed how to be
politicians, blathering platitudes without saying or committing to
anything. Our instructor posed several questions that were sure to be
asked by the media and by the leaders of each country and how we should
respond to them. Even the staff people had to have ready answers to
questions. They, too, would be interviewed and asked their views on the
topics of the day and what position the Alliance had on those areas of
interest. For the most part, responses from the staff should be "no
comment" or "ask the Ambassador". As a last resort, "the Alliance has no
position on that issue" is the ultimate fallback position.
The staff had one more day of training and then they would be sent
down to the embassy to see to last minute details, including furniture,
kitchen appliances and fittings, and office supplies. Two of the staff
members were excellent cooks, so they were designated our embassy chefs.
Others had a great deal of experience dealing with correspondence and
appointment schedules. However, it was still the Ambassador's
responsibility to set parameters for who got in to see the Ambassador and
who would be shuffled off to others on the embassy staff.
The remaining four days of our training was specifically designed
for the Ambassadors and their deputies. I won't bore you with the details,
because the details are boring. The Alliance had already set the rules for
our embassies and protections for the embassy staff. All the countries had
agreed to the Alliance requests, knowing that to deny any request would
lose the embassy to another, smaller country. The prestige of having
Alliance representatives living in your country was a major political and
environmental coup. Being the largest countries by population required
that the most intensive environmental remediation start there.
But, with North Korea as the 49th most populous country, there was
an obvious problem. As they were a closed society and wanted nothing to do
with outsiders of any kind, they were skipped over and Taiwan moved into
the top 50. That was a problem for mainland China, but the Alliance made
it abundantly clear that they didn't care about the petty politics of the
Earth. The rest of the world generally recognized Taiwan as an independent
country and would be accorded an embassy. If mainland China chose to be
pig-headed about the decision, the Alliance was more than willing to delete
them from the new embassy list. Of course, China blustered and postured,
but the Alliance held firm. Mainland China caved. End of discussion.
We were picked up by the embassy limousine and taken to the embassy
compound first. The car that we'd left at the rendezvous point earlier in
the week had been returned to our condo. After an hour of sorting out last
minute details, we flew to Washington, D.C. where a motorcade took us to
the State Department with all our staff escorted by the D. C. Police.
After presenting our credentials as the Ambassador and deputy, we
introduced our staff. They were immediately added to the "diplomatic
immunity" list the State Department kept. The Secretary of State suggested
that the President would like to meet with us at our earliest convenience.
Ford had anticipated that and stated that we were available this afternoon,
if the President was. After conferring with the President's appointment
secretary, our meeting was scheduled for 1:30 that afternoon. No specific
length of appointment was mentioned, but we knew the President was a very
busy woman, so we would take up little of her time. This would be more of
a "meet and greet" event than an involved, diplomatic discussion.
Back at the embassy, the phones were ringing constantly. Everyone
seemed to want an appointment to interview us for print media as well as
television and the internet. Members of Congress wanted to meet with us as
well. But, first on our list after we met with the President was to meet
with the Ambassador from Chile. They were below the top 50 countries
cut-off line. Small countries in the Caribbean and several Central and
South American countries had also lodged requests for appointments. Ford
directed that the Ambassadors from those countries should seek an audience
with Alliance ambassadors that were stationed in Brazil, Mexico, Colombia,
Argentina, or Venezuela. If the distance was shorter for them to fly to
Washington, D.C., then Ford would be happy to see them. Otherwise, please
see the designated ambassador in the aforementioned countries.
One of our condo-mates who was now on the embassy staff caught my
eye. Something was in need of attention that Ford or I needed to deal
with. "As you know," he began, "both of you had careers here before you
joined the Alliance officially. The clothing manufacturers that you
modeled for are rushing out heavy numbers of their old catalogues with you
and Ford featured. Be ready to answer questions about that." I nodded my
understanding and moved off to alert Ford that what we'd discussed during
our training on the orbiting ship was about to overtake us. He smiled an
acknowledgement. We were ready for it.
"And that will be followed by the tabloids featuring our activities
at the local sex clubs," I pointed out. "As far as I know, there will be
no pictures to go with that." Ford nodded to that as well. That had also
been discussed during our ambassadorial training. "And the nature of our
relationship will soon follow," I added.
"Our cover story, such as it is, is already in place," Ford
responded. "As it is very close to the truth, I'm not seeing a problem."
"Other than the religious bigots, I agree with you. However, they
are generally shooting themselves in the foot daily with their ridiculous
claims about the Alliance neither existing nor speaking to the inhabitants
of this planet," I pointed out.
"And we will show that the other 49 embassies across the planet are
staffed with other combinations of sexual partners, most of which are male
and female. I'm sure that won't stop the bigots, but it will give others a
clear idea of sexuality in the Alliance generally," Ford responded. "And
the variety of sexual couplings will blow them away," he laughed.
"Yeah. Initially, I was taken aback by what I saw, but it quickly
passed. There is nothing special about how residents of Earth get it on.
In fact, they are in the minority. To each, his own I say."
Our appointment with the President was cordial and filled with
questions. We wore suits, rather than our uniforms. We knew the latter
would be too militaristic and would fan the flames of the crazies who were
sure that we were here to wipe out the inhabitants of Earth and take it
over. The President had three of her top aides with her, but they took
notes and kept quiet. After the usual pleasantries that we expected, she
got right to the point of what we were facing. "You bring us many
solutions to our environmental and global confrontation issues. And we are
very grateful for that. But, you must be aware that there are many
questions about the Alliance that haven't been asked and answered yet.
Most especially, your, uh, relationship. In the past, this might have been
a problem. However, in these slightly more enlightened times and with the
marginalized religious groups imploding, we hope there will be only minor
hand-wringing. I'm led to believe that you, Michael, are a native of this
planet and that Ford is from, uh, elsewhere." We smiled at the diplomacy
apparent in her characterization. "Your relationship is as husband and
husband?" We nodded. "And that is common?"
"That would depend on the planet and species," Ford dodged. "As we
were discussing before we arrived, heterosexuality as you understand and
practice it is in the minority across the cosmos. Monogamy is in the
minority as well. Some spacefaring beings and their cultures have evolved
to apply different standards and mores when on other planets, but not their
home planets. To you, I'm sure it is a curious mixed bag."
She seemed at a loss for words. "I had no idea," she mused. "I
suppose our views seem quaint, outdated, and ridiculous to you."
"Not at all," Ford responded with a smile. "We appreciate and
celebrate each culture's special additions to the Alliance. We judge no
one based on how other planets and cultures conduct their private affairs.
We hope that your planet will soon be able to join the Alliance as full
members."
"Well said," she replied with a smile. "Now, I'm sure you have a
full calendar with legions of people wanting to speak with you. Please
feel free to use the offices of the Secretary of State with any problems
you may encounter. I've asked them to give you every courtesy and extend
to you the protection of the United States. If it is agreeable to you, we
will station members of the Diplomatic Protection Corps around your embassy
to keep away the crazies and the gate-crashers. Should that prove to be
intrusive or insufficient, please let the Secretary know immediately. And
Mr. Ambassador," she said rising, "We are honored and pleased to have you
representing the Alliance in our Capitol." She extended her hand and Ford
took it and kissed the back of it. He's such a gentleman when he puts his
mind to it. She turned to me and bid me "good afternoon" with an extended
hand, too. I repeated Ford's hand kiss. "Such delightful representatives
of your group," she beamed.
Back at the embassy, I checked Ford's calendar. There were no
appointments with foreign ambassadors as they'd all been asked to get
appointments with embassies closer to them. But, there were still requests
coming in from the media. And a number of congratulatory messages from our
friends back in California. One that stood out though was one from our
father. He was effusive in his praise and wished us the best of luck. He
also asked how long we'd be away. I passed the message on to Ford and he
shrugged his shoulders. "That's not something that was discussed at any of
our briefings. I suppose we could ask, but the answer will probably not be
an answer," he sighed. "But, go ahead and send the request. The ship will
leave orbit tonight. As you are aware, we do have communications devices
that will broadcast to a booster stationed on the moon. That station will
then forward the message to the Alliance Central Command. Did you hear
anyone say when that station on the moon would be operational?"
"I spoke with one of the command staff just before we left. She
said that the booster was already in place," I replied. I left a note for
one of our staff to ask the question about how long we'd be here. The
message was immediately responded to: "No idea."
Meanwhile, Ford had been conferring with his scheduler. "Send
messages to the major news networks and ask them to send one pool
representative to conduct an interview. I'd prefer that it happen as my
last appointment this afternoon. Mike should join me," he said. "If they
can't agree on one person, the individual networks will have to wait at
least three months. That should light a fire under them."
Additional invitations to parties, diplomatic receptions, and
political groups were politely declined. However, requests for assistance
on environmental and health issues were welcomed and passed along to
embassy staff with expertise in those areas. And requests for appointments
from members of Congress were referred to the State Department. We didn't
want to favor one political party or faction over any other. Requesting
guidance from our host country seemed to be the correct, diplomatic
position. But, there was one invitation to a State Dinner hosted by the
President which we accepted. I made sure that our calendar was open next
Wednesday for the entire evening.
Two hours later, the networks had agreed that the only reasonable
choice was PBS. All other networks were viewed as having liberal or
conservative biases by the others. The interviewer and three technicians
entered the embassy conference room at 4:00 p.m. It took them about 30
minutes to set up the equipment and test the linkage to their studios.
With prepared questions from the other networks in addition to her own, the
interviewer sat in a comfortable chair angled in a conversational setting
next to Ford. The flag of the Alliance hung in the background. The names
of all of the members of the Alliance were already known to the Earth
dwellers from previous communications and videos about Alliance history.
The broadcast was live and carried by all the news and network channels.
"Mr. Ambassador," she began, "thank you for taking the time to speak
to us on such short notice. I'm sure you have a very busy schedule as this
is your first day on Earth. Well, that's not exactly true, is it?"
"As Ambassador, this is my first day. However, I have spent several
years observing Earth society and customs. During those years, I met my
husband and now deputy," Ford smiled, heading off an obvious question that
would surely be asked.
"About that," she started, "he was born on Earth and you met when he
was in his late teens. Is that right?" Ford nodded. "And you married or
whatever the custom is within the Alliance later?"
"Yes, that ceremony happened more than ten of your years ago," Ford
smiled again.
"So, there is homosexuality in the Alliance?"
"In the Alliance, sexuality is expressed in many forms. As I told
your President earlier this afternoon, heterosexuality, homosexuality, and
monogamy are all minorities in the Alliance, and none are judged as either
better or worse than any other form that sexuality takes. Sexual conduct
is a private matter that is not discussed in public. It is no one else's
business what you do, how you do it, or with whom you do it. Within each
culture, that may differ. But, as a matter of policy, the Alliance doesn't
care," Ford concluded.
"Does the Alliance not have a moral code?" she pressed.
"The Alliance has a code of conduct that forbids the taking of
another one's life, spouse, or children. Slavery is forbidden. Property
expropriation without compensation and permission is also forbidden.
Exceptions do exist when warfare faces us, but those occasions are rare and
must be voted upon by the member representatives of the Alliance.
Interference in the cultural growth or direction of another planet and its
people are also forbidden. Your views on how people should act are your
views. You may not impose them on others. Religious freedom is
celebrated, but only to the extent that such views are not forced or
coerced on others," Ford added, knowing that would probably send waves of
resentment through the proselytizing religions of Earth. But, he knew the
Alliance wouldn't budge on the issue of religious tolerance.
"And what about freedom of expression and the press?" she asked.
"I didn't think it was necessary to enumerate all of the laws of the
Alliance," he smiled. "But, yes, those are guaranteed, too."
"How long do you think it will take before Earth can be a member of
the Alliance?"
"That depends on Earth. You already know what the qualifications
for admittance are. When those are met, Earth will be welcomed into full
membership."
"On another subject, I'm sure you've had many requests from movie
and television studios to assist them in telling the story of the Alliance.
They do have a lot of material that the Alliance has furnished, but with
artistic license, many will write a screenplay that deviates from what
actually occurred. Is that a problem?"
"No," Ford replied. "If they wish our assistance as technical
advisors or editors of scripts, we'll be happy to help out. But, we do
have a limited staff and can't spend all of our diplomatic efforts in
script review and technical expertise. We ask that those who wish to avail
themselves of our help to contact us with proposed schedules and themes.
We'll do what we can to provide appropriate staffing."
"There are some here who think you are withholding technical advice
about energy generation and other scientific advances," she stated. "Are
they right?"
"To a degree, yes," Ford responded directly. "If there is a
possibility that these advances could be turned to military or harmful
purposes, those will continue to be withheld until such time as the Earth
is ready for membership. You have a long and savage history on Earth. In
that way, you are not unique. Until that savagery is subsumed and you are
a cohesive planet, such advances cannot be shared. Would you share atomic
technology with the Romans or Egyptians or other conquerors from your
history? Of course not! They wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to
use it against their defenseless neighbors. Your planet has come a long
way since those ancient days, but you still have much to do and learn
before you can join the Alliance. You have incredible potential. We hope
you rise up to meet it."
"Other people are concerned that you are going to take us over with
your superior technology and weapons," the interviewer stated. "Why
shouldn't we fear that?"
Ford thought for a moment and then replied. "Yes, we've had
millennia of scientific advances and could easily swamp any planet we
wanted to take over. But, that isn't our way. Besides, it would be
counter-productive. There is a spirit in all beings that yearn to be free,
to make their own way, to chart their own future. Taking over a planet
never works in the long-run. Empires have come and gone across the galaxy.
The only ones that survived are the ones that allowed all their people to
make their own choices. Those that didn't understand that were summarily
overthrown by those that they tried to control. It never works out to take
over a planet, even if that planet is rich in resources that you think you
desperately need. It is much simpler to bargain with those inhabitants for
resources. To take them always leads to disaster."
"You have designated embassies in the 50 most populous countries.
North Korea was number 49 on the list, yet you don't have an embassy there.
Why is that?" she asked.
"They didn't want us. We will not press ourselves on anyone.
Consequently, as Taiwan was number 51 on the list, they gained an embassy.
At some point, the people of North Korea will want to join the rest of
humanity. It may not be in your lifetime, but these things always have a
way of working out," Ford smiled.
"You have made some people very unhappy with your alternative energy
sources. Specifically, the petroleum and coal industries are not on
friendly terms with you. Is that going to be a problem?"
"That's up to the residents of the planet. If they wish to continue
to pollute the air, raise global temperatures, change the climate in
catastrophic ways, they are welcome to do it. It is their planet. But, I
can tell you from the experience of other planets that dependence on fossil
fuels won't end well. Eventually, the planet reacts, seeking balance. And
that balance comes at a heavy price. Plants, animals, and sentient beings
experience a massive die off because of dramatic weather changes.
Starvation and wars erupt. Fewer than 10% survive and they are reduced to
a subsistence living, similar to pre-agrarian societies. In effect, they
have to start all over again," Ford cautioned.
"And you have told us that we are in danger of over-population.
What should we do about it without impacting the people who wish more
children for religious or cultural reasons?" she pressed.
"Again, you have choices to make. Continuing on in your current
manner is a sure recipe for starvation and wars. There is only so much
arable space on this planet and only so much food can yield from that.
Already, you have pockets of substandard diets that lead to debilitating
diseases. That's only the beginning."
"Are you suggesting that people be sterilized to curtail population
growth?" she challenged.
"I'm not suggesting anything, other than you have choices that you
need to make. The outcome of your current population trajectory is
unsustainable."
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