Starlog 2018.11.1: It’s been almost 2 years since I found myself stranded on this bizarre version of planet Earth, which I’ve named the Planet of the Tromps.
I am desperate to return home.
This all began when I completed construction of a device I call the Infinitor, which would allow me to visit parallel universes—rather, parallel Earths—to see how they differ from my own.
Little did I know the first Earth I visited would also be my last; I’ve been unable to make the jump back, or to another one. I think it has something to do with this planet’s global warming and polluted atmosphere, which doesn’t seem to be a priority of its ruling classes.
(I hope they’re all good swimmers, because after these polar ice caps melt…)
While this Earth is much like my own, the layout of continents, oceans & the like, this world has not one but TWO sentient species. Humans, like myself—and a strange, dangerous race known as the Tromps. They eat and breathe and speak like humans, they wear clothes and raise families and go to work and shop and do all the other things that humans do—but at the same time, they couldn’t be more different.
They harbor anger, fear & resentment towards beings that don’t think and behave like themselves, and many of them have a scary affinity for firearms (much like the ‘Wild West’ era of my own Earth).
It doesn’t help that they seem to lack attibutes like compassion and common sense.
A reporter asks a Tromp couple for their thoughts on Muslims, gays and other minorities—clearly repulsed, they insist he stop talking about such aberrations
Their leader is a frightful, amoral character known as THE TROMP. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that this figure lacks any redeeming qualities. Humans warned the Tromps early on, but they reveled in his demented rhetoric, gathered en masse & elected this buffoon to rule over all. And why wouldn’t they, he’s just like them.
“HUMANS ARE EVIL! TROMPS MEAN JOBS! HUMANS MEAN MOBS!!”
Their leader (pictured here) shouts ludicrous nonsense like this to angry crowds of Tromps; I believe the irony is lost on them
THE TROMP is obsessed with cartoonish rallies where he seems to thrive on the hatred he instills in his followers. He spews a constant stream of ridiculous and anger-filled lies (he seems incapable of doing anything but) to incite violence and division towards the humans.
Lest they discover the truth, he warns his followers not to believe anything they see, hear or read unless it comes from him or his cronies on some psuedo “news” channel. On my Earth, they’d be laughed right off of television.
“See no humans! Hear no humans! Don’t speak to humans!”
Weirdly, he delights in screwing over humans and Tromps as he takes from the lower & middle classes to deliver larger profits to the wealthy, all while convincing his followers that it’s in their best interest.
They’re only too eager to comply.
“The Tromp works hard to strip us of evils like healthcare, and vows to stop imaginary caravans of terrorist humans from crossing our borders! All hail the Tromp!”
Isn’t this the craziest shit you’ve ever seen? I watch it every day from my grounded spacecraft (camouflaged to look like a one bedroom apartment).
And the sooner I get out of here, the better. I know it sounds like the makings for a crazy-ass science fiction movie, but you can’t make this kind of stuff up!
I’ve come up with new coordinates to enter into my ship’s Infinitor, however due to atmospheric disturbances I won’t be able to make an attempt until Stardate 2018.11.6.
Hopefully on this date I can use the data below to make the jump to another Earth; it may not be the one I remember, but perhaps one that’s more civilized, and a saner one too.
Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThanks Josh!
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