Duke and the Nukes
                                                                                           Film Treatment
                                                                     by Alan Turner Bell and Cali St. John   ©  2017  all rights reserved
 
                                                              A Mythical Extraterrestrial Reality Show Film Story
                                                                         Music, Love, and Nuclear Treachery
                                        (Star Wars meets Dr. Strangelove meets Romeo and Juliet meets Apocalypse Now)
                                                                               www.DukeandtheNukes.com
           
            LOGLINE
                                                              Can MARTIN, a popular and lovable, though dysfunctional,
                                                          South Beach EDM DJ caught as a pawn in an extraterrestrial war,                                                           
                                             save the world from a renegade U.S. Army General and Nuclear Annihilation?
 
            TREATMENT
     MARTIN, 26, a tall lanky, unassuming, seemingly every-day-joe DJ, known as the ‘Duke’ who has an uncanny ear for Electronic Dance Music, recognized in the club world as EDM.  He spins the most incredible sets for the dancers and partiers throughout South Beach and is adored by a huge, international following.  His ability to feel the crowd’s moods and, even better, to sway them in new directions, is second to none.  And yet in person he is shy and self-effacing seemingly unaware of the volcanic effect he has on his own audience.
At 6ft 1 and 155 lbs. he has always felt a bit out of place.  His boyish face always belied the wisdom behind the deep sunk eyes that seem to flirt, left and right, with apprehensive looks of uncertainty.  He believed anything and was committed to nothing, until he learns he must be committed to the ultimate challenge.
     As a child, his fantasy friends were old CDs, from his dad’s collection.  He would strew them all around and have very serious meetings with all the heads of Paramount, Warner Brothers, and Apple Records, and set them straight on how music ought to be.  Little did he know, or maybe he did, how these imaginations would one day influence and even save the entire world. He was never sure if the world around him was real or just one giant Reality Show he was constantly auditioning for.
            Opening -- Martin, outside a sidewalk café, wearing an astronaut suit and waving to everyone, never understood why he felt so other worldly. He was about to go to the studio and audition for his biggest part ever in the Big TV Show Duke and the Nukes. He indeed was born of Alien parents from the planet Xeres, a frozen wasteland of a planet that was no longer inhabitable.  His mother was GAIA, timeless, legendary queen mother of all the Earth who had seeded this planet with proto-human life tens of thousands of years before.  She was engaged in a bitter battle with her ex-husband and Martin’s true father, XENON, also timeless, and his rebel forces on how to proceed with the future colonization of the Earth – Gaia with kindness, Xenon by brute force.
            The Club -- DJ 'Sons of X’ Martin was now in his tiny booth at club Be Live.  GIANNI MENDEZ, 42, suave and sophisticated and collector of expensive art, and a money launderer, owned Club Be Live. There was SOPPHIA SWAYRIGHT, 31, the transgender abstract painter notoriously drunk as always – Sopphia’s friends DAMON NUMERICUS, 28, and JULIANA RITHMA, 26, the hackers who worked for national security. And SYLVIE ETHEREAN, 25, Martin’s mute yet psychic girlfriend who was his moral compass.  He had seen Silvie once in a vision before, in a warm dream, like in the womb.  She had told him that he had a purpose and a mission in life. He was to fulfill a destiny.  
     They had met in the lecture hall of DR. MERCK BOGOSITY, 77, Professor Emeritus of Ancient History. Dr. Bogosity was consumed by discovering the Secret of the Vault, somewhere in the Superstion Mountains in AZ.  It held the secret to eternal life.  Bogosity, the quintessential baggy suited professor, was determined to find it at any cost, including helping the renegade General GAYLORD KLONEDEISTER, 56, a take-no-prisoner kind of soldier. His salt and pepper hair belied the wildness in his eyes and distrust of everyone. Klonedeister was planning on selling America’s Nuclear Supra Codes to JOSE CARTELEON, 38, one of South America’s most notorious drug lords, with more blood on his hands than slaughter house butchers, for $13 Billion. One billion for every one of the original colonies. Poetic Justice.  This would finance Klonedeister’s takeover bid of American life after Martial Law had been declared as a result of the Nuclear Carnage unleashed by Carteleon in his bid to become the world’s number 1 drug Czar.
     Klonedeister’s main criminal Lt was EDWARD SKIMMLETOE, 42, and a denizen of all things nasty and unsavory in the underworld. He is creepy, insect like man and it is he who hires Gianni to broker the deal between Klonedeister and Carteleon.
            The Sole Sisters – Ruled Club Be-Live and would stomp your ego with their high heels if you annoyed them. They were Sophia Swayright (above), Juliana Rithma (above) hacker extraordinaire, Sylvie Etherean (above), And the mysterious TAYA, 30, who held sway over the other Sole Sisters. TAYA was actually Gaia in her modern day Earth persona and is keeping a close watch over Martin. She knew full well the pivotal role Martin would play in the upcoming battle of the Nukes
     The Four Seasons of EDM seduction—Taya, Sopphia, Sylvie, and Juliana – not to be crossed.
 
              REBELS WITHOUT A PAUSE
     A meeting was taking place in Washington in a room in a building deep within the recesses of the 5th floor underground below the Pentagon.
     General Klonedeister was speaking to a clandestine summit of rebel military leaders, “Gentlemen, millions of people will be killed and the response will be this – there will be, in unison, a violent response, a counterattack on some seemingly unknown force alien to the American people. They will be told it is the enemy, cloaked and veiled. The drug cartel will take the blame and Martial Law, under our control, will prevail. There will be a counterattack, an annihilation of the cities, a disguised predominance. It is called “Operation Prevalence”.           
     Skimmletoe contacts Sopphia, who works for him as his eyes and ears into the hip social scene, and instructs her “Quietly hire those two hackers, Juliana and Damon, for a very special assignment.  I’ll meet with them in two days. She was happy. This new assignment would go a long way to pay for her operation.
           
               ALCHEMICAL MUSIC
     The sounds of beats were alchemical music. When Martin mixed beats, he was the Alchemist.  He understood that to transmute the music of the collective unconscious, to bring forth the divine spirit, and to awaken the dancers' souls into undulating rhythmic pulsing, sexual beings communing with each other with primal desire, was what the music was all about. Secret harmonies underlying the pulsating drive to dance and to procreate galactic genes resonating in a forest of a crashing dream.  It was this innate ability why Martin was chosen to lead the masses as the unwitting pawn in Klonedeister’s plan.
 
             SOPPHIA REVEALS ALL TO SOLE SISTERS AND HIRES JULIANA
     Sopphia contacted the other Sole Sisters for a get together at BE-LIVE’s Happy Hour.
Sopphia discreetly burped and said “I’ve got a secret and you can’t tell anyone.” She looked stealthily around the room and then back at the Sole Sisters. “A very senior, military official is brokering a major financial transaction. I’m pretty sure it’s in the Billion$ of dollars, and he wants you, Juliana, and Damon, of course, to electronically guide the money from place to place and I think we can get some of it.”
           
            SKIMMING THE SCUM
     Damon says, “Jules, this code is an alphanumeric nightmare. We’re talking bignums here and I don’t want any foobars spoiling our fun.” Damon was an MIT graduate and could crack any code whether computer or social niceties. At six foot two he was brilliant, looked like Matt Damon and was madly in love with Juliana. After a stint as a consultant with the CIA decoding terrorist cell chatter, he opted for the private sector.  And nothing was more private than what they were up to now. $13 billion to be secretly transferred from Zurich to D.C. via at least three international, digital bank transfers along the way. Juliana said, “It must be a completely blind transfer to avoid the Foreign Account Tax Compliance Act.  If we can do that, we keep $10 million for ourselves.”
    Damon’s eyes open wide, “Are you kidding?  Do you know the Alienware setup we can get for less than one percent of that?”
“I know. Let’s get started. First let’s COM CODE our units, then we DRAGON all this data, and then let’s crack Zurich. No FENCEPOST error tonight.”
     “Gotcha. Have I told you I love your binaries lately?”
     “No, but I already know. OK, 90 mil to Skim, 10 for us, and the remaining 12.9 into the Klone’s account.  Let’s do it, let’s FROB this sucker and be sure of a 100% FLUSH.”
     “You got it sweetie, let’s fly to the moon.”
 
            BACKLASH
     Sopphia was diagnosed with gender dysphoria (dissatisfaction) and she resented the hell out of it. It supposedly explained her constant need for the Peruvian marching powder and Brandy Alexanders by the bucket.  Skimmletoe says to Sopphia “Don’t worry baby, you done good work this week. Them hackers you got on board are on the job. In two days the $13 billion will be in my account and Klonedeister will be mine. I’ll have my $100 million cut and you’ll be on your way to visit Dr. Toby in Beverly Hills.”  Gianni Mendez, owner of Club Be Live, had been hired by Skimmletoe to broker the deal between Klonedeister and Carteleon.
    “That’s just it Edward, I think Juliana is being naughty with the money.”
    “WHAT!!??”
    “I think they’re skimming the ‘scum money’, they called it.  I think they’re trying to skim some off for Gianni as well and get doubled paid.” Skimmletoe replies, “If any of them messes with even one single dollar, the alligators on Alligator Alley are getting fat tomorrow.” Proverbial famous last words.
     This was Miami, the beast. Gianni was at the top of the world and had built a Latin community empire. Mr. Black Tie philanthropist, the elegant money launderer, is found dead, murdered in his Star Island mansion, a victim of his own greed. Everyone scatters.
  
            THE HACKERS
    About Midnight, South of 5th street, in a high rise luxury building on Alton Road - the penthouse apartment home of Damon and Juliana, Damon is looking at a computer tracking program on his computer screen.
Damon: "Hold on here… Juliana, take a look at this. Some kind of an anomaly.  The funds sent from Rio for the development of the Decogen building have been tracked!"
   Damon continues: “That’s the $13 Billion we transferred and the $200 million we skimmed for Skimmletoe and Gianni Mendez. It’s been tracked!  It's appeared on the fucking Watch List!  CIA Security probably know it was us.  Shit, that’s why Gianni bit the big one last night! Skimmletoe found out.”
    Damon: “The report to Klonedeister says it's vanished. He knows now the money is fucking gone. Vanished! And that we are probably responsible!”
    Juliana: “The device? The codes?  Damon, baby?!  Where is the nuclear device located?  Who has the Supra Codes now? What should we do?”
    Damon: “I don't fucking know! THEY won't tell me. Goddamn it!!”
    Juliana: “What should we do?”    
          “H I D E!!”
           
            THE AUDITION
    The next audition now for Martin for Duke and the Nukes was beginning in the middle of the night in a jail cell. The accusation was that Martin had murdered Gianni Mendez, owner of Club Be Live and Martin’s ungrateful boss.
    “Who is the director?” Martin asks...
    “You’ll see” the cop says.
   “I didn’t study the script”
    “Bravo. Well done” says the officer, opening up a cell full of ragged prisoners and aggressively shoving Martin in. “Now get in there and shut up.”
 
                                                                    Part Two - The Sky is Falling
            IN THE WILDERNESS
    RENAII TOOBEY, 45, CIA agent, was born as a conflicted man of an alien species somewhere on a small, frozen, pock marked planet called Xeres.  He was also a son of Gaia and Xenon. He feigns loyalty to his mother but is secretly working for his father to facilitate the final overthrow of the Earth for its recolonization.
NOW, Renaii Toobey, has infortuitiously run aground of himself and encountered a crazed soldier of fortune named, of all things, Edward Skimmletoe
    Renaii had been recruited by the CIA because he had an alien, photovoltaic invisibility cloak, and so he was valuable to the CIA. He could pass in and out of places unbeknownst to any special agent. This invulnerability made him an extreme asset to the CIA. But Renaii was born of two opposing forces of nature - good and bad, and to tame both those spirits was a challenge even to the CIA.  Now Skimmletoe, through a chance meeting with Toobey, inadvertently presents a way for the Xereans to successfully conquer the Earth for recolonization —  self-inflicted Nuclear Annihilation.
    Transgender, Sopphia visits Professor Dr. Merck Bogosity at the History department whose class she shares with Sylvie and Juliana.  .
"You know how you have spoken in class about sexuality in ancient Greece and Rome being a very fluid thing? And that strange and unusual gay practices in ancient times were considered normal?"
    "Yes, such is true,"
I met a very strange man dressed in drag. He said his name was ‘The Klone’. Is that odd? And he was kind of scary, intimidating. He said he had nuclear power over many people in the United States and that he had power over me and everyone in the club. I was afraid.”
 “This guy, ‘Klone’ was high and drunk and wanted me. He wanted me to know that America would soon be under his control. ‘The New World Order is just around the corner’ he said, and then he passed out and fell to the floor like a pitcher of broken Margaritas.  His pink panties torn and being held up by his trembling hand. I just thought it was the champagne and Extasy talking.  But he was way beyond that. Creepy as a poison ivy salad with green balsamic dressing.”
    Bogosity recognizes the nickname from the news. Now he has the revelation he needed—the key necessary to discovering the Secret of the Vault – General Gaylord Klonedeister, nicknamed the ‘Klone’.  Bogosity now knows him as a conspirator.  A man willing to sell America’s nuclear secrets to the highest bidder for his own perverted ambitions to bring the ‘New World Order’ into being. 
It was revelatory and Bogosity has ammunition now. Power over the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. 
 
            THE ALCHEMIST PRESIDENT
    President of the U.S.A., REMINGTON BODACIOUS, 61, stood at an even six feet and held himself up in a gracious and royal manor unless you were looking the other way. He was always looking around and always distressed.  His over large hands often made him seem clumsy, but he compensated by his wry sense of humor that made even opponents smile. He was in political handcuffs because his advisors made all the decisions for him, despite his ability to be a brilliant leader.
He immersed himself in the mysteries of a lifelong interest, when he was away from his White House duties and advisors, was Alchemy. And then the Philosophers Stone appeared. The mythical ingredient to change lead into gold, to change his mediocrity into triumph, was his now.
 
            BOGOSITY MEETS BODACIOUS
    Dean Merck Bogosity, professor emeritus, was still teaching ancient wisdom and accepted misinformation of human origins. The paradox of his choices roiled his stomach and bedraggled his mind, but he was determined to find the Secret of the Vault, the secret of Life itself.  He decides to inform his old friend, Remington Bodacious, POTUS, of what he learned about the renegade Klonedeister.
The Professor explains to his friend, the President, that his Chairman of the Joint Chiefs is secretly plotting to sell America’s nuclear codes. “Merck,” the President says, “I must say this is unusual even for you. You tell me that my own Chairman of the Joint Chiefs is up to no good.  What evidence do you have?”
    “The very best, my word.”  POTUS replies “That’s not enough.”
    “Sir”, the professor begins, “there are forces at work that will bring nuclear chaos into reality.  This is your responsibility. All I want is access to the ‘Vault’ in Superstition Mountain.”
    “What the hell is that?”  The professor replies “It is the most significant secret to humanity’s destiny I have ever known, and I wish to find it and bring it out of the dark.”
    “Merck, I trust you. Go.  Capture the Klone’s dirty money and you’ll get to keep it, use it to quench your thirst. It is my pourboire (gratuity) to you.  Infiltrate this plot, prove it, and the power of this office will be 100% behind you.  Your actions will not suborn any laws.” 
    Trusting his old friend, the president tells the professor that he will put him in touch with his most trusted military chief, Admiral ANNEX MCNABB, 47, is a true man of integrity.
    “The Admiral will control all the money and dish it out as you need it. The hackers, Damon and Juliana will be afforded full protection.  After Klonedeister is publicly exposed I will release the rest of the funds into your name and only then can you do your Houdini magic and crack the ‘Vault.”
    Because most nuclear missiles are located on submarines, Admiral McNabb also knows the location and codes to all the Nukes. As a young boy/man at seminary school he was abused by a pervo priest. Damaged but not destroyed, McNab grows into manhood, as a proud black man, and goes on to an honorable military career becoming the head of the U.S. Naval forces around the world. He also knows the location and codes of the Nukes. Not bad for a kid from Harlem with no prospects, no family support but only visions like an African Hubble telescope might find once in a lifetime.  He will not allow political pervos to molest his beloved America.  It is he that recruits Martin.
 
            HACKER ASYLUM
    Bogosity was in ecstasy. He not only knew Klonedeister’s plot to sell the nuclear supra codes to the Cartel but he now had ‘carte blanche’ to keep the money from the deal, if he could secure it. Juliana, his prized student, and her boyfriend Damon, were the key to funding his uncovering the Secret of the Vault.  It was all he truly cared about. Nuclear war be damned, he was going to discover the Secret of Life.  He had learned, long ago, that Earth indeed had been seeded by extra-terrestrials that gave mankind civilization—Egyptian pyramids, Mayan temples, Machu Picchu, the Cambodian Angkor Wat temples, Stonehenge, and on and on.
    He calls Sopphia, “I need to meet with your friends Juliana and Damon.  I believe Juliana is one of my students. Can you bring them to me?”  Juliana and Damon were in hiding but after Sopphia informs them of these new turn of events they call the professor on a secure line.
“I can offer you asylum,” the professor began. “All your pursuers will be held at bay by the force of no less than the United States government itself.  I have authorization from President Bodacious himself to grant you this protection.  We just need one or two things in return.” He continues “Tonight at 11 PM I will be at the St. John’s Filet Grill on Lincoln Road.  You be there with detailed printouts of your entire financial diversions and you will receive absolute protected political asylum.  First transfer all $13 billion of the funds to this account – PMB217569 at the Chase Bank, and then meet me. You will be safe, you will be protected, and hell, keep $10 million for yourselves somewhere.”
   Damon and Juliana looked at each other… “Yes” they chorused.
 
            BOGOSITY CONFRONTS KLONEDEISTER 
    Bogosity was on a mission now with President Bodacious’ clandestine blessing.  His next stop—General Gaylord ‘the Klone’ Klonedeister, the highest-ranking military officer in the United States Armed Forces and is the principal military advisor to the President, the National Security Council, the Homeland Security Council, and the Secretary of Defense.
The Klone was in flagrant violation of these duties and Bogosity was about to make him cry like a little girl.   
    The ‘Klone’ was furious, “I am not going to meet with some panty waist, New England professor about anything.” His aide replied, “The appointment was channeled through Admiral McNab, and verified from the President’s office directly to us. This Bogosity apparently has carte blanche in communicating with our echelons, eschewing regular protocol.”
    “Send him in.  He’s got five minutes.”  “Yes sir.”
    “General, your time is valuable and I shall not be long.  I understand that you like to wear pink panties.  You have a big mouth when you drink and cavort at your ‘specialty’ clubs.  And you’re mine!”
    Klonedeister was beside himself, “You, sir, are about to be shot, right here in my office and your remains to be fed to my dogs.  I gave you five minutes, you have five seconds to leave. Right now.”
    “Not so fast general. I know all about ‘Operation Prevalence’.  Not only that, but your $13 billion has already been diverted to a secret account beyond the reach of your semen encrusted, traitorous sticky fingers.  Your gig is up. I hope you enjoy baloney and cheese sandwiches because that will be your menu for the next 20 years unless you talk to me right now.  General, I want the Supra Codes. Keep them from me and your tutu will be front page news in the next edition of Stars and Stripes tomorrow morning!”
    The gig is up.
 
            SYLVIE CONFRONTS BOGOSITY
    Sylvie had special powers. She was a partial psychic and an empath.  She could often hear other people’s thoughts and feel their feelings. She had read Professor Bogosity's mind and felt his intentions. She has discovered his secrets and uncaring attitude about possible nuclear apocalypse in his quest for the Secret of the Vault.  
    Sylvie follows Professor Bogosity after today’s lecture, during which he strongly hints at the upcoming, cataclysmic events.  She gently stops him in the hall and ‘speaks’ to him by writing on her iPad. She writes: "Excuse me Dr. Bogosity, may I speak with you for a moment?"
He replies “I'm busy. Please go on your merry way dear and I will see you at the next lecture. Feel free to ask your questions during our class.”
    “You cannot do this!”
    “Do what?” he asks.  She replies “I think you know what I am referring to.”
    Bogosity (now getting fearful, how can she know?) “Miss Rainier, go about your business please. See you in class tomorrow."
Sylvie leaves to tell Martin what she has learned.
 
            FIREBOMB
    Outside on the college campus a suspect scales a wall and climbs down an iron scaffold that was located next to the English department. Then suddenly a very loud bang, boom, an explosion comes from outside the auditorium. Commotion starts in the lecture hall and a policeman burst into the lecture hall.
    Bogosity grabs all his papers and hurriedly runs out the door.
    Someone had done a fire sale to Bogosity’s office. That someone was Renaii Toobey, CIA Agent.  This was his method of communication and so he responded to a fear of what Bogosity was planning and too much info has been given out during his latest lecture.
Klonedeister, and Bogosity the intruder, the interloper, were reluctantly and apolitically in bed together over the $13 billion dollars and the Nukes. Klonedeister does not want to have the cork popped on his plot. Bogosity has come too close to revealing something to his students! This has to be put to sleep. The New World Order was at stake. In fact it was Dean Merck himself who popped the cork on his own game.
Martin, attending this mysterious lecture, sensed that Dean Merck Bogosity’s confessional ruse was covering up something. The DJ sensed that he might solve this puzzle and win the big bucks, in the big Reality Show he was starring in.
    The regalia of Bogosity’s confession got pissed on. Only a very few in that Grand academic hall had heard Bogosity speak because most were texting with their nails while listening to EDM songs playing relentlessly for themselves, their friends and frenemies. Most were dutifully trapped on their iPhones, calling warriors of their own iPhone fad on their savage iPads as they sent their texts to others for their self-important casting calls. "Pick me, hire me for the game, click on my text and we are Gods.  Who passed the audition?”
           
            SOCIAL MEDIA
    Martin speaks to an empty room out loud:  “We touch without touching. Blind without reason, raw edges without smoothness… fragrance without smell, joy and gladness and our despair, elusive with a melody unknown unsmelled, the conversation day after day, in the herenowandthen, lies, Facebook friends, somewhere in between reality, somewhere between face to face, blind without feeling, we post, look at your face.
     “I look at mine, Friend me, Fry me, Buy me, Kiss me daily, day after day, more postings, more pics, more favorites, over the deep end, therapists, magicians, equestrian acrobatic saints, eviscerated souls, reckless abandon, call my name, friend me, friend you, closer, closer, closer, intimacy my escape, this posting… my consciousness, escapades, making various decisions, what is the fructation of reality… fluid media conquests, we sell our souls and our spaces for being in the lead.
    “Prime time on TV, radio, Beijing, Castro, let’s go back play it again, electrify the crowd, the two favorites in the pack, a billion dollars of product sold, in the final race, this is our present, our past and our future, the Space Capsule of Conquest has landed on Mars, and our Earth.
“This is the machine, just me, I Martin, 26 years old, look at me, 36 pics uploaded, login, whatasplendor, this is not third place, it is you, no one can bury me in Potter’s field, click Like, request me as your Friend, ‘thank you’ never will be an end, descend into Twitter fate, postulate, salivate, be my fate, my soulmate.”
 
            THE MEETING AT BE-LIVE
    Officer Swineheart opens Martin’s cell door, beckons him out and says, “You are free to go.  Watch your mouth and your show will go on.”  Martin walks out into the cerulean night sky wondering if he had passed the audition and heads to Club BE-LIVE, his true home in his unreality.
    Renaii Toobey, CIA double-agent, son of the Xerean Queen Gaia but loyal to his father Xenon, ruler of the AstroGens, appears suddenly in a white astral light in the club BE-LIVE VIP room thanks to his photo-voltaic invisibility cloak. Toobey is now in a back corner hidden from the club's lights. His mission tonight was to meet the DJ and offer him darkness and light.
    Two Russian models, Taya and BellaDonna both gulping down vodka in their beauteously loud physical geometric architecture, two perfectly built 5'10" Russian Kievian goddesses of primal beauty. They told some obnoxiously aggressive hedge fund guy named Morris Plark, Mr.‘Wall Street’ Plark, to go fuck off when he hit on them. Sole Sisters at work.
    Jose Gianni, dead owner of BE-LIVE, and well-loved architect, real estate developer, philanthropist, and patron of the Arts, had decorated the club so it felt like being in a REAL G-550 top of the line private jet, gorgeous, no shit man. A typical Miami scene, right out of Ocean Dive magazine.
    Renaii Toobey approaches Martin with artifice, a slinky stealth move.
    "You are the best man in this club", Toobey says to Martin. “I’m just another alligator here, I want to be a better man", Martin replies.”       
    "You are a chameleon, man. You have a photovoltaic soul." Toobey says.
    “What did you just say? Even lions get eaten." Martin not understanding. "Over there, do you see those two girls", he nods towards the two Russian models.  "So what?  Martin smiles. "Sure - I see them. Two more hot patrons here, a couple of grifters waiting to sap the blood out of some pseudo sucker. Just two more drunkie drunks capitalizing on their beauty... until it fades eventually, and they are just useless fodder for fools."
    "They are dangerous and I am trying to protect you." Renaii says to Martin.  
    "So, you are trying to save me from another Hurricane Katrina? Me?" Martin says snidely.
    "No, I need YOU to save the world", Toobey said. "Save the world? Me?  Martin laughed. "Why Me? I'm my own hallucination", he says.
   "Don't mess with me", Toobey says. "I'm being serious."
    "What do you want me to do?" Martin asks.
    "Find Bogosity's secret." Toobey says.
    Martin: "Professor Bogosity? How do you know him? What has he got to do with saving the world? He's an old man, a teacher, a retired philosopher, a dinosaur. My girlfriend Sylvie is in one of his classes. She says he is a brilliant useless man in a world of disintegrated social media chaos who can't even make order out of his own tiny world, let alone the disease of the nightclubs, but he knows his ancient civilization History better than PBS. What secret does Dr. Merk Bogosity hold?"
    Renaii: "Don’t ask! Not yet. Just trust me. All will be revealed to you in time. We need your help"
    Martin: "What do you want me to do?" Renaii: "‘Blue Ice’ will tell you. Follow her instructions".
    Martin: "Sure why not? WTF."  Renaii: "Son, take this seriously. You are going to save the world."
    Martin: How? Renaii: "There is a door on Lincoln road that leads to nowhere. Find it. There will be a chance meeting between you and Blue Ice. She will bump into you in the crowd on Lincoln Road and slip you an envelope. The message will be in code, decode the message by playing a song in the club. Then you will know what to do."
     “WHY!”  Martin exclaims.” Why ME?  Is it because I am The Duke? Because? Because what? Because why? Be a Cause! Just Be Caused? Just BE - LIVE Caused? Caused by BE-LIVE? To live? To be alive? To Live and Die?” His dysfunctional understanding of reality is in an uproar. “To die living? Or to die trying because of a cause?’ I am Ham and Eggs, it's just me. Everyman and Everywoman, just me, Martin, ‘Sons of X’. Who the Fuck is Bogosity? Who is Blue Ice? Who is this crazy man, Toobey?”
    “I AM the DUKE! WHO AM I?   26 Years old and on FACEBOOK, TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOU TUBE, The Tempo and Tiempo of EDM. Who the fuck AM I? WHY? Who the Fuck is Bogosity that the CIA would want to know his ‘Secret’? Whatever the hell are Photo-Voltaic crystals?”
    Today, 3D Photo-Voltaic crystals are used in ‘silicon Photo-Voltaics’ - integrated circuits that use both light and current to transfer information. These are becoming common in large data centers.  Other researchers have adapted the discovery to guide types of light that are useful in the surgery, including lasers. It is the source of power behind Toobey’s invisibility cloak.
Martin exclaims “I got it! This is all just part of the latest audition.”
 
            BLUE ICE STALKS THE CHAMELEON
    Lincoln Road, Miami Beach is a bustling street of tourists, fashion models, average looking people, couples and eccentric locals, some carrying shopping bags. Is Martin there?  Who is he seeking from his dreams? Is it the tall blonde girl carrying a Victoria's Secret bag? Is it the man in a white suit? The woman on a skateboard? The black man carrying a briefcase?  Maybe the heavy set bald middle aged white man covering his eyes with his hand blocking out the sun? Perhaps the girl sauntering down the street with a child in tow? The man in the plaid shirt? The old bearded man who is talking to himself?    The buffed shirtless gay guy? The guitar playing homeless guy always present on Lincoln Road watching everyone with his little plate for dollar bills of gratitude - he sees all. Is it the blind beggar asking for cigarettes? The 19 year old brunette woman carrying her modeling portfolio and texting on her Galaxy S8? The young German couple who are holding hands and laughing?
    A black Mercedes drives by and stops at the corner of Michigan Avenue and Lincoln. A tall blond woman exits the car with a small pocketbook - she is very beautiful, tall, blonde Russian. It is Blue Ice
    She quickly walks onto Lincoln Road and walks east, her eyes meeting all those who glance at her.  She is not afraid of contact with anyone. She is strong willed and walks with a stride of pride, arrogance, and self-confidence. Martin is walking east from a more westerly path.  He does not know what is to occur.
    Blue Ice stalks her prey silently and surreptitiously. She knows what she must do.
Blue Ice sees ‘Sons of X’, rambling along casually down Lincoln Road.  There is an engraved wooden door on the side, just 25 feet away that is closed, locked and leads to an old alley way. That is where she will hit.  She is mathematical in her movements.
Martin is walking in oblivion, thinking of nothing else but beats, and the sounds in his brain.
    Martin approaches the wooden door spot. Blue Ice bumps him, and pushes a small blue envelope into his hand with one simple message   “Deactivate Nukes”. 
 
            SYLVIE REVEALS BOGOSITY’S PLAN TO MARTIN
    Sylvie Rainier walks down a low-ceilinged hallway of an older Art Deco building in South Beach - the building has color, texture and mood to it, but it is old and decaying.
    Sylvie, though young and without guile, is an elegant young woman. It is seen in her manner of communication without speech.  She stops in the hallway for a moment to collect her thoughts and prepare what she must tell Martin.
She stops in front of Martin’s door, she knocks. The door opens, Martin sees Sylvie and she enters. Neither one speaks at first.             
Sylvie speaks to Martin with her eyes alone and he understands why he is in love with her.
    Sylvie types "Martin, we have to talk, right now! America going to be attacked by someone we know, and I'm scared they will target you and me first."
    Martin can tell she is very frightened and he quickly responds. "Who?! Who wants to hurt us? Who could be so bold to harm us! No one would hurt you, Sylvie, you're are an innocent girl. Even butterflies dance around you. They must be after me, for what reason I have no idea. Who is it? Tell me now, and I will fight to the death for you."
    She types, "I'm serious. Don't play games with me.” She can read Martin's mind and can tell that Martin is trying to placate her. “It's   Professor Bogosity!” she says.
    "Bogosity? Professor Bogosity? That's impossible. What happened?  He sent you here now to tell me some funny story and make us both question our existence, right? So we could be better students. Is he controlling the audition?                                
    “I read his mind and he is an evil man. He's on a mission to destroy the world. It's about Nuclear Bombs!"
Martin is taken aback by this. Suddenly he senses that his delusion about Nuclear War and Nukes, and his fantasy about a Reality Show called Duke and the Nukes may have some credence to it...  "Nuclear Bombs??"
    "Yes. He is part of a rebellious conspiracy with a General Klonedeister, America’s military Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, to destroy everything, to annihilate the world! Martin you must help!"
    "I will!"  Martin, as always, is confused and uncertain. In a single day he has received a cryptic message from a beautiful Russian model to “Deactivate Nukes” and now the love of his life is telling him Bogosity is involved in a plot to annihilate the world.  This Reality Show is becoming more and more unreal.
    Only when he is spinning music at the clubs with thousands of his fans cheering, does he feel in control. But this is different. His own Professor involved in a Nuclear Plot? And now he must do something about it?  How can this be?  Emotional and sexual annihilation on a dance floor is one thing, but true global nuclear annihilation of the planet is quite another, and now he has been drawn into this web of spies, treachery, national security, and the safety of all and everyone he loves.
    His mind is spinning.  Is this real or just another scene in his audition?  Can he rehearse his lines or must he take action?
 He must take action.  He decides to confront the Professor.  He may be just a DJ but Goddamn it, ‘Sons of X’, the ‘Duke’ will not stand idly by. But what the hell can he do? This Reality Show is just getting out of control.
 
            2nd AUDITION: THE KIDNAPPING
    Later that night, after Sylvie’s imploration and another raucous session at BE-LIVE, Martin, walking alone and pondering the myths of his own soul is kidnapped, blindfolded and taken to a warehouse in the Miami Wynwood Art District.
     “Don’t try to talk” McNab says to Martin, who was now blindfolded. “You will be ok, if you cooperate.” McNab says strongly.
    “I know what this is” Martin says, “This is the glorification of violence, Columbine, Colorado, Tucson, Seattle, Manchester, Finland.  These are massacres, random violence, random causal events, mayhem, and the mind sick as the body, the destruction of innocent people, victims, violence, and violation… I know what you are doing. This is more of the audition. I passed the audition already dammit. Fuck off, take this blindfold off of me cut me loose, motherfuckers.”
    McNab puts a revolver against Martin’s ear. “You want an audition? Audition for what? – Tonight’s News? …  Sure we will continue the news now. The assassin is in the building. He’s in the movie theatre.  It’s me asshole… I’m the Assassin. I’m the Director, and you can decide if this is real or not.”  McNab laughs. “Put him in the center of the film studio, put him on camera, start the film, action, lights, roll the cameras, louder, louder, louder, increase the audio, I can’t hear him auditioning. Increase the audio. This is Live, Panic, Mayhem, You are a Star, you are the winner, the victim, shots are ringing out, there is blood everywhere…Your blood. There is no exit.”
    It was the scene of a crime, a kidnapping, the carrying out of a presidential order… and an audition.
 
            McNAB IS ENLIGHTENED
    Gaia, in her Earthly persona as Taya, approaches the Pentagon as she swirled with any problem—stealthy and with grace. Renaii was going too far. Though he was her son, this could not stand.  Xenon was heartless, and had corrupted their son with the chaos of insanity disguised as noble purpose.  She needed an ally.
    She had earlier secured a meeting with Admiral McNab on the pretense that she was an agent for Klonedeister who has now turned and she had national security level information that McNab must know. She is escorted into his office.
     “I normally do not respond to such demands as yours but you said one thing that I am at a loss to explain. You said ‘Klonedeister is a traitor and I know why!’  How you know that is beyond me, but it is true. Please sit and tell me what you know.”
    “Admiral I have information that goes beyond the Klonedeister plot to sell the Nukes to foreign governments in order for their detonations to bring about his vision of a New World Order. You will find it hard to believe, but I have brought proof.”
McNab is startled.  How could she possibly be aware of his assignment to oversee Professor Bogosity’s mission to infiltrate the Klone’s treachery? He remained outwardly calm and non-committal.
    Gaia begins, “Klonedeister is being controlled by outside forces beyond your imagination.  Have you ever seen one of these?”  She holds up a miniature version of the photo-voltaic cloaking device. “My God, that is Top Secret!  Only Renaii Toobey is in possession of it. We have been reverse engineering its technology for years but it is the one advantage Agent Toobey has above all others.  How in the world do you have one?”
    Gaia looks at him and says “That’s just it. It is not of this world. It is technology from a planet called Xeres. Xeres is a frozen Blue Ice planet that is in danger of extinction if its people do not find a warm, Earth-like planet to colonize and migrate to.  Your agent, Renaii   Toobey is originally from Xeres.  It is why he possesses the Cloak.”
    McNab is on his feet. “This is incredible! How can I possibly believe this?”
    Gaia places a small diamond like crystal on his desk and says “please sit down and watch.”  Without any apparent manipulation the crystal begins to glow. Suddenly 3D holographic images, sharper and clearer than he had ever seen appear on his desk floating above the crystal.  They are images of himself back in Seminary School. He sees himself and his old lover, the abusive priest, as if in a dream.
    McNab is stunned. “I believe you.”
    Gaia then tells of the plot by Xenon and how Renaii Toobey is his Tellurian agent. They must be stopped.  The Admiral stands, a bit shaken and thanks her.  She departs. Admiral Annex McNab is now in possession of all the facts.
 
            IN THE OVAL OFFICE
    Admiral McNab, General Klonedeister, Renaii Toobey-CIA agent, and President of the United States, Remington Bodacious, are together in a meeting in the oval office. McNab has revealed to Bodacious the existence of the Xereans and their plot to manipulate the Klone to explode the Nukes and allow Mankind to self-destruct so the Xereans could colonize Earth.
    "Stand your ground", General Klonedeister says, raising his small stature with his voice, and  on his  tippy toes. "Drone them, beat them down with the chains of oppression", he hollers agahastedly and dastardly. Kill the whales!" 
    Renaii Toobey just sits there, mute as a rooster. Then he disappeared in a chain of smoke. 
President Bodacious looks around and says "Get the Movie Tickets ready".
 
            XENON MEETS WITH TOOBEY
    A very large, tall man with a long blue beard, Xenon, sits on a frozen ice throne in a large room in the Ice Castle on Xeres. He was chaos with a roar and a howl, a man of pride and anger, a self-fulfilled despot determined to conquer all interplanetary worlds and now his kingdom of blue Darkdom on Xeres was threatened.
    Within the room, the ice radiated a deep blue hue. There was an atmosphere of dark, profound depression in the room, and the walls felt the anger. The guards standing at attention outside the hall had faces that looked like ferocious lions. They were dressed in black and in one hand each held a long lance-like weapon that cycled through all the colors of the rainbow.
A clap of thunder echoed loudly. Renaii Toobey, son of Xenon and his estranged wife Gaia, appeared in a golden light.  Toobey was brought forth to Lord Xenon by a man who looks like a Cyclops.
    How Renaii could be born of both polarities, he often asked himself.  His mother Gaia was a beautiful immortal spirit of the universe which she herself had created, and his father Xenon the indomitable force of destruction== Brahma and Shiva, as the Hindus called them.  Her will was to create uniformity in the Universe; his will to destroy uniformity in the universe. Creation is born from both forces, the big bang, the bigger bang, the biggest bang. Lightening flew and thunder claps raged.
    Husband and wife taking center stage. What is real? What is show? Will Martin ever know?
Renaii stood in front of his father Xenon and said, "My Lord, Klonedeister, the ‘Klone’, is under our control. As your desire for colonization is, so shall it be. Earth shall be our new domain. It is a place of warmth. It is a green kingdom, a planet of water and air, and it is abundant with the chemical elements to ensure that our civilization expands throughout the cosmos under your rule. We shall prevail.”
    "Well done, my son" spoke Xenon. "You will be rewarded for your filial duty."
 
            DARKDOM - Council of Lords
    The council of 12 Darkdom Lords is meeting.
    Xenon speaks, "Lords of the Council, let all who are here representing my Darkdom States on our planet Xeres, speak and declare your loyalty.”  All, except one, declare their loyalty to the invasion of Planet Earth..
    "So Be It This Day."  exhorts  Xenon.
 
            IRIDIUM
     Iridium, named for the Greek goddess Iris, personification of the rainbow, because of the striking and diverse colors of its salts. Iridium is one of the rarest elements in Earth's crust.  Iridium metal is employed when needed for recrystallization of semiconductors and electrodes at extreme high temperatures. The perfect way of detonating the Nukes from a remote location with a simple cell phone call. The Iridium is also the name of Skimmletoe’s 115 ft. yacht anchored ¼ mile off shore on Biscayne Bay in Coconut Grove. Klonedeister and Skimmletoe are on board planning the final details of Operation Prevalence.
It was McNab’s assignment—STOP KLONEDIESTER!  Time to infiltrate, time to stop messing around. There was only one man/boy for the job—Martin aka ‘Sons of X’. Why? Because he had the ear of the multitudes. And multitudes would be required.  On the docks of the Coconut Grove Marina Lt. McNabb was meeting with Martin.  He had to get this boy/man to do something so nefarious and yet so patriotic he was unsure if he could pull it off.
    McNabb speaks, “Martin!’ The President needs you.  America needs you.  This is part of your audition  Will you let us down?” “Of course not, admiral. Will this help me get back my one true love?”  “Yes it will.  I have here a simple briefcase. You will carry it to the boat ‘Iridium’ and once on board you will drop it off in an inconspicuous place and then leave.  You will be protected at all time by the forces of the U.S. Military agents, and no harm will come to you.   Do You Understand?  Get on board, drop off the valise and get the Hell away. This is your final audition. Do not fail us.”
    Martin boards a small 19’ Boston Whaler carrying the NSA valise, not understanding it is filled with the highest grade of plastic explosives, and heads off to the Iridium. As he closes in on the Iridium he grips the valise tighter. His instructions were simple. Act as if you are lost and simply ask to use their Com center to contact help. No maritime vessel could refuse.
He down powers the Mercs as he approaches the Iridium. “Help” he yells. “I’m out of fuel and my girl is expecting me for dinner.” The crewman onboard the Iridium listened with awkward understanding. No one was to come aboard but he was a sailor from a family of sailors and trouble was never to be ignored. “Heave to and come aboard.” The bedraggled image of this boy/man was certainly not a threat and under Skimmletoe’s strict orders he had to maintain maritime protocol. 
    Martin climbs aboard clutching the valise. “Come sit here for 15 minutes and we shall have you on your way.” 
Klonedeister and Skimmletoe are never even notified of the minor disturbance.  They were too busy planning the ‘End of Days’. In less than ten minutes the whaler is refueled and Martin is on his way back having stowed the valise inconspicuously under a lounge chair.
Five minutes later the sky explodes behind him. He turned around in shock and saw the fireball that had once been the Iridium.  He froze. 
    The titanic volume of destruction was beyond his comprehension.  “These are the greatest special effects I have ever seen! I have got to get a part in this show.”
 
                                                                           Part Three – Revelation
 
            THE DEAD ZONE
    Martin spoke to the mirror in his tiny room: “I have been tested today to see if my illusion was an illusion – and it is not an illusion, so I see. The Brain Factory Police had to let me go. I passed another audition. Tis a Pity that it’s such a Philosophical, Mortuary, Contrary, Tangential, Existential, Dead Zone”
 
            SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN
    The Superstition Mountains stretch across 160,000 acres of desert in Phoenix Arizona. There is a strange aura that lingers there.  Indians, Spanish Conquistadors, and even Catholic priests in the 16th century knew the mountains were sacred.
    The Lost Dutchman's Gold Mine, allegedly in the Superstitions, yielded nothing but dead men. The Apache Indians believed that the hole leading down into the nether world, hell, was located in the Superstition Mountains. The word Apache means “our enemies" and perhaps it was derived by the Apaches from an ancient myth about the ancient Gods who regulated the universe. Gaia may have revealed herself to them in magic and mystical mushrooms. 
    Queen Gaia, now known as ‘Gaia’ here on Earth to Martin, had placed in the Vault, that Professor Merck Bogosity so desperately sought, a magical crystal which would reveal immortality to all human beings. Her treasure was placed there eons ago hidden deep within the rattlesnake infested peaks.  The Vault was located there. Gaia had been seeding planets for eons and proffering future gifts to civilizations yet evolved.
    The pyramids in Egypt, Central and South America, and Southeast Asia were built because of Gaia. The mysteries of alien visitations were simply due to the visitation of Mother Gaia coming to Earth to give the humanoids specials tools, tools to create, tools to touch the universe and understand the universe. In the Vault was a gift from Gaia. In time, timelessness, the puzzle would be revealed, but only at the right time.
    The DNA Crystal had been placed in this Vault by Gaia, thousands of years ago in these Superstition Mountains. Gaia had visited Earth many times before, but she chose the Superstitions to place the DNA Crystal there because she knew the past, the present, and the future.  She knew that one day, Bogosity would be the person to reveal the magnificent truth of immortality to the humanoids.  Now What?
 
            NON-EVENT LOGIC
     Gaia knew that attachment to ‘Event Logic’, a phenomenon created by physicists with limited vision, limited tools. The key was to give the humanoids a gift, the DNA Crystal.
    Event Logic, a metaphysical concept, presupposed that individuals could only gain knowledge by experiencing the here and now. Einstein had touched upon it but had not hit the sweet spot. Event Logic had a limitation - it could not predict the future beyond death. And humans had been unable to comprehend the impossible to understand.
    The DNA Crystal revealed the possibility of the impossible—'Non-Event Logic'.  Immortality was a universal truth. There was life after death.  All terrestrials and extraterrestrials were linked.  Earth,  Xeres, and all other galactic peoples, were all the same, all driven by the same motives, to birth, to live, to procreate, to achieve harmony and unity, to deify themselves, to be the immortals: Godwar, Godlight, Godliness, Godlessness.  The GodCore. Vishnu.
    The DNA Crystal gave the answer—that all living beings in the universe were Gods. And immortal Queen Gaia the Goddess, as she was known on Earth and Xeres, was the messenger in the Multiverse. This was key to Non-Event Logic, a universal truth only found in dark matter. Gaia had placed the DNA Crystal deep within the Superstition Mountains to one day reveal the truth to these yearning humans. She had seeded Earth to awaken the souls of a small planet so that they could reach the stars and become the new home for her own people.
Bogosity was in for a big surprise. And Gaia was going to bring golden light speech to Sylvie as a gift for a special spirit.
 
            BOGOSITY LEARNS THE TRUTH
    The trek for Bogosity and Sylvie through the mountains was not easy. Sylvie led Professor Bogosity.  She instinctively knew that therein laid the Vault he was seeking and, more importantly, the Secret that would change all of humanity’s perception of itself. Sylvie and the Professor climbed through the scrubrush and thistle, past ancient stone monuments carved by Gods from beyond times until their breath was no longer theirs.  At 5,000 feet they rested. “How much farther can it be?” asked the professor. “Look up ahead,” answered Sylvie, See the small dark spot amongst the trees?  That is the cave opening.” “How can you possibly know this without ever being here before?’ “I have been everywhere before.”
    No more needed to be said. They continued to climb.  “How strange”, the Professor spoke to himself, to find a lifelong secret in such a wilderness and being guided by a mute prodigy that never spoke in class but always seem to lead it.
    They approached the entrance and both were transfixed by an eerie light of bluish, silver green that emanated from within.  “How is this possible?” exclaimed the Professor as he took a step back.  The cave entrance was small and dark and surrounded by dead pine trees and yet they could see through the bluish coruscating light to a cynosure of glowing gold.  It was Gaia.
    Sylvie was astounded and Professor Bogosity speechless. For a moment they were both mutes.
    Gaia in her embodiment as Taya, was the leader of the Sole Sisters and the secret agent known as ‘Blue Ice’. It was she who gave Martin the note “Deactivate the Nukes.”
  The Professor and Sylvie stood still and Gaia spoke.  “You have done well my children. You have arrived at the Vault as I have been expecting you to for a millennia.  I am Gaia, from a world far away yet the mother of your own planet Earth and countless others. 
“It was I who brought intelligence into Pre-Historic man and oversaw his development into the brilliant creatures you have become.  But there is still some work to do. The internecine tendencies of your species was not my intent.  But that shall be corrected now.  I have here the DNA Crystal the Professor has been seeking.  It is the Secret of Humanity he wished to discover, and discover it he shall.”
Gaia hands the Professor a diamond shaped crystal, glowing with its own energy and says,
    “Hold this for just a moment.” And the Professor does.
    Immediately he was infused with understanding.  All his past and future fears and much more became strangely clear, like when diving into ocean waters and opening your eyes and wow, your eyes can still truly see. The saltwater is not that bad at all.  It was our fear of it that kept our eyes shut before. But now we can see.     
    The Crystal continued.
    He became aware of Man’s true destiny—that he is Immortal!  There is Life after Death and it is all our birthright.  He was stunned.  “I didn’t know” he stammered. Sylvie looked on as she gently took and held the Crystal herself and was brought to tears.  It was a form of xenoglossia, a phenomenon in which a person is able to speak or write in a language he or she could not have acquired by natural means, and she cried.
   “Do not be afraid my child” Gaia spoke. Her voice a somehow soft, yet compelling plangent voice that spoke all languages simultaneously and with such comforting Mother Protection intent, the listener could not help but to quiet down and just listen.
     Approach me.” Gaia spoke and gazed like the Sphinx.
    Sylvie stepped forward and Gaia placed her hand gently on Sylvie’s face.  “You who have dedicated yourself to helping others in your beautiful silent way, can now speak.”
    Sylvie jumped back “How can that be possible?” She exclaimed. And jumped back even farther at the sound of her own voice. Her own euphony was startling and a cosmic revelation.  She could speak!
    Gaia continues, “The perfidious antics of too many have forced me to bring down the oligarchy of the ignorant few that have come to dominate one of my favorite worlds. The augury of recent past events shall be their own undoing.  Martin has been chosen to lead this Renaissance of human rebirth because of his ability to connect with millions of hungry people through the language of music. Next to pure mathematics, music is the most universal of all communication.  Let us go to his concert tonight and have a little fun, and, not so little, a global epiphany.”
    With that Gaia led them away from the Vault, carrying the civilization changing DNA Crystal. 
    “I have here,” as she points to a small saucer shaped craft,  “a small transporter device to carry us to South Beach, where at this very moment Martin the DJ Duke, ‘Sons of X’ and, by the way your future husband Sylvie, is revving up what will be the most famous concert in music history.”
 
            GAIA REVEALS HERSELF
     South Beach… a place of decadence and honor in a paradise of promises and beauty. In the last 25 years it had become the hotspot and playground for derelicts, dancers, models, artists of all kinds, and international millionaires able to leap tall obstacles in a single contract.        
    Today they were congregating for an Ultra Festival like music event. It would be the concert of the year, in more ways than one, to be hosted by Martin.  It was to celebrate the Autumnal Equinox with powerful EDM music and the possibilities of carnal union.
Martin was calm. His XDJ-RX, gear was humming, the tunes were hot and everyone was cool. It was just before the storm of joyous transition from their quotidian and diurnal life to the pellucid absorption of electric and sonic redemption. The people were here to forget and just dance, and ‘Sons of X’ was going to degauss them all.  Martin’s insouciance was contagious and so the roadies built the stage, publicists spread the word, the media sent their best to cover the event, and fans made their plans to be there, now.  It was the concert of the year – TranscenDance on the Beach’.  To Martin the stage was his personal seraglio (palace).
    Sunset was approaching and the picaresque crowd began to swell. It was the night of a rare syzygy, an alignment of all the planets, and the music would be their confirmation.  Unknowingly the show would be an apostasy, a rejection of all former beliefs, to all the party goers.
10,000 people of all stripes and colors had now gathered with thousands more to come. ‘Sons of X’ began the show.  His music Soul Shaking music filled the air like the butterflies swarming at Mexico’s Michoacan forest in late October, where millions of the flying musical colors gather in one of Nature’s most beautiful spectacle. Everyone danced, laughed and forgot their troubles.
    Tonight was a night of celebration, inebriation, a little contemplation, and redemption of life choices.  Scattered around the beach several bonfires were constructed and ignited and the people danced around them in primitive acknowledgment of their primordial origins.  The air smelled strangely familiar.
    Perdition was obsolete.  The music annealed and strengthened the audience. And the crowd danced with unrestrained fervor.  The real truth was about to be revealed.
Without warning a small, intergalactic space ship hovered and landed on the sands of beautiful South Beach. Thousands of people of so many different nationalities, gathered and stared.  Panic began to spread. 
A white cloud emanated from the craft and enveloped the startled throng. Suddenly a voice echoed in a deep melodic tone.  It was the voice of Mother Gaia from Xeres. The crowd becomes silent.  A beautiful woman, accompanied by Professor Bogosity and Sylvie, emerged from the craft.  
    "I come in the name of Mother Earth, the embodiment of all divinities primordial. I come in the name of Godlight.  Many of you know me as Gaia. I am she.  Eons ago I gave birth to all of you and brought you the Earth, the Sky and the Seas. Your Titans and Gods across all cultures were born unto thee from my womb. I am Vishnu. I am Allah. I am the Jesus. I am all that came before. I am all that will be.  I am Gaia.
    “You must choose.  Follow Godwar, and he will destroy you. Revelers and families alike, fraught with pain and suffering listened intensely. Earth's social leaders, reckless with the fruits of laborers, and teachers twisting the minds of the innocents.”  They all listened, calmed by her presence.  
   Gaia continues, “Did you harm someone, and not care?  Did you lie, steal, or cheat?  Have you been hostile towards someone?  Did you treat others as if they were inferior to you?  Follow Godlight, and eternity will be yours.  Life, as you know it, is about the choices you make not the choices others offer or make for you but the choices you make for yourself.  I am here to give you either.” 
The crowd stood still in anticipation. 
    Sylvie rushes up to Martin’s booth and said out loud, “I Love you!’  Martin was stunned. He had never heard Sylvie speak before and he cried.  Was this an answer to his prayers?  Was this just another insane scene in his reality show or was he just alive?  She laughed out loud and just hugged him. Their mutual tears falling like a cataract of pure love.
    Police and military forces appear to confront this invasion of knowledge by a craft from another planet. Guns were drawn, tanks arrive and are aimed.  Destruction was near, and then silence.  Gaia’s presence soothed and quieted the non-believers and then she spoke.
“You are all my children. It is time for you to know the Truth and so I have brought the DNA Crystal to confirm that you are all Immortal!”
    The crowd, including the police and military forces, remained silent and in awe.
Gaia continues, “Immortality is the birthright of all my children on Earth.  The DNA Crystal shall reveal this ultimate Truth.”  She holds the DNA Crystal high in her hand for all to see.  It glitters like the world’s largest diamond.
    “This Crystal is a communication device between your world of corporeal existence and that which lies beyond. Whoever holds it in their hand can directly communicate with anyone who has passed, be it loved one or anyone else. By simply holding it you can directly see and speak to those in the next world.  You are all immortal and the Crystal allows you to experience this Truth.”  The crowd was stunned. 
Gaia speaks again, “You there, police sergeant, come hold the Crystal for a moment.”  Sgt. Bellicause approaches the stage in an almost hypnogogic state and accepts the Crystal into his hand.
    Gaia speaks, “Just think of anyone you know who has passed.” He thinks of his father and immediately his father appears before him.         
    “Ask him anything you wish” says Gaia. 
    Sgt. Bellicause says “Dad where are you?”
    His father answers “I am in the next life. Do not be afraid. Life goes beyond just Earthly pleasures and turmoil. Do not be afraid.”  “How do I know this is really you?” “Do you remember how on your 13th birthday I gave you a baseball bat signed by Mickey Mantle?  Do you remember how when you first married Elizabeth she revealed her darkest secret of being adopted and not worthy of you?  Do you remember your mother’s cancer that she kept secret to us all?  Well, we are all here together now. We are immortal, so are you, so is all humanity. Do not doubt or take on faith alone this Truth any longer. We live forever my son. And so shall you.”
    Sgt. Bellicause is stunned.  He hands the Crystal to General Roger Forthright, the commander of Army operations in South Florida, closest U.S. territory to a communist nation, whose troops had surrounded the concert scene on the beach. Forthright was not impressed. He held the Crystal but for a moment and thought of his brother Gary that he had tragically lost so long ago and became silent.
 Gary appears before him. “Hi Rog. Still playing soldier I see. Remember when you always insisted on having the bigger sword in our backyard battles of the Bulge?”  Forthright collapses.
    The DNA Crystal, indeed was a communication device between this world and the next.
Gaia speaks, “My children, I have come before you over the millennia in many forms, Mohammed, Buddha, Brahma, Jesus, Abraham, and so many others.  It is time to learn that you are all one and there is but one God though her name differs from culture to culture.  Are you John or are you Juan.  It only depends on the language being spoken.  But regardless you are still you and so is GOD.  The DNA Crystal shall allow you to understand this final Truth of who we all are.  I shall leave it in the possession of Martin ‘Sons of X’, my own progeny, in that it may be experienced by all as he tours the world with his healing musical concerts.  I shall also leave instructions to your scientists on how to replicate this Crystal so that copies can be presented to all heads of states around this world. Let them all, one by one, experience the truth of their own immortality and the realization that there is no One ‘correct religion’. 
    “Be safe, be happy, be true to one another, and be secure that we shall all meet again. But there is one last thing the DNA Crystal shall bring to you.  We all speak of ‘communication’ and use everything from radio, television, the internet and speaking in tongues to communicate. But what is communication? Is it not the attempting to convey one’s thoughts to another?  Why do we bother if we do not believe we have something worthy to share? Why bother?  But communication relies on communication devices like radio, TV, internet and conversation.  Just traveling from the brain to the lips, regardless of native language, there is loss in the meaning."
      The DNA Crystal also offers mankind a way to truly know one another without that loss.  It allows all peoples to truly inhabit one another’s conscious and to simultaneously feel and know another’s thoughts, feelings, aspirations and intent.  It allows you to communicate with one another without having to communicate.
     “ ‘Know Thyself” was spoken eons ago by your great philosopher Socrates and was inscribed in the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi for a reason – to help you grow from children to elder wise men and women. It is no longer enough.  You must also know one another.
    “And so I give you this DNA Crystal as a means to do just that. Whomever shall hold this crystal jointly shall also know the thoughts of the other holder. No language. No radio. No television. No Internet. No Facebook.  No bias. No misunderstanding. You shall know each other as if one consciousness. 
    “Go forth in the knowledge that you are not alone and shall live forever. Rejoice in your unity and make this world as it was meant to be. And most importantly, make yourself and your brothers, sisters, husbands and wives, and especially your children, who you are all meant to be. 
    Gaia vanishes. The spacecraft she arrived in takes off and left the crowd below bewildered, and enlightened, and silent. 
 
                                                                        Final Scene
    OOPS  --  Enter Xenon—enraged ex-husband and villainous alien with all his AstroGen warriors dressed in full riot gear landing on the beach before the shocked thousands of party goers.  An epic galactic battle is about to ensue.  Suddenly Martin shouts over the PA   “Can’t we all just get along?”   Martin’s voice echoes and reverberates like strawberry thunder across the crowd…    “L e t’s   D a n c e !”
    The music swells once again, the crowd, including the police and military personnel, begin to dance, but this time they were celebrating the discovery of their own immortality and true humanity.     (Lots of loud shit)
    It is a giant music concert on South Beach. Martin presents this Truth to all his musical listeners. Gaia’s message is that all humans are immortal. It is now known that she is the original deity who brings enlightenment to all Mankind. Gaia finally presents the ‘DNA Crystal of Life’ to the world.  In a public performance, hosted by Martin, before thousands of people live, and millions of others in a spectacular global media coverage, Gaia has brought forth the DNA Crystal and in an explosion of light, the world becomes enlightened.
Silence…      And then he pushes a button - the award winning theme song is blasted out    and….
    Everyone is dancing—the Xereans, the AstroGens, Gaia, Xenon—everyone!   Even the characters like Klonedeister, Bogosity, Skimmletoe, etc. make a final appearance on the main dance floor on the beach. All dancing together with the thousands that have gathered.  And the millions more watching on cable and internet streaming hook-ups.  The video ‘Thriller’ wishes it was this big
            There are folks dancing in Paris, Istanbul, Moscow, Tokyo…    All over the world!
            Everyone dancing.      We are indeed immortal.     Let’s dance.
 
 
                                                                                                The End