the Dranthyx, Earth’s only superintelligent race prior to Our arrival.”
“Wait, so there are other kinds of aliens on earth?”
“The Dranthyx are not aliens.”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let’s rewind. Are these Dranthyx still on Earth?”
“Yes.”
“Do they still keep humans as slaves?”
“Yes.”
“Then why haven’t I heard about any of this before?”
“For the same reason you do not give any thought to your heart beating—you take it for granted. It has been happening in plain sight for thousands of years. The entire human race is enslaved and has never known anything else.”
“How can someone enslave us without our knowing it?”
“Debt.”
“Debt?”
“Yes, debt. At Our arrival on this planet, the Dranthyx used overt force to control humanity. However, as humans developed communication and weapons technologies, the Dranthyx feared losing control of the human race. Hence they devised a new scheme to control human beings covertly from the shadows: compound interest. Debt is everywhere. Debt is the leash around your neck. Humanity is crushed under debts public and private, and there is no mathematical possibility of paying any of it back. Your governments, which humans believe are there to protect them, exist only to enforce this scheme.”
“So the Dranthyx are bankers?”
“The Dranthyx are more than that. They control the entire global financial system. In addition, the Dranthyx control most land, farms, water sources, the securities exchanges, and all energy production. They own the corporations you work for, they control the governments you live under. They are the puppeteers behind your entire existence.”
“OK, let’s go back to slavery. I don’t understand why they’re using us for. What exactly do we do for the Dranthyx that they can’t do themselves?”
“Humans do many things for them: mineral extraction, food production, even scientific research and engineering. The Dranthyx could easily do that work themselves but no longer need to. They have designed their civilization around free human labor.”
“How can these…Dranthyx…run the world without humans noticing? That sounds pretty management heavy to me.”
“They take great care to remain hidden. They live among you, camouflaged. You may have met one or two without realizing it. And you are correct about management. To avoid detection, they delegate most management tasks to special humans designed for that purpose.”
Len wasn’t a fast writer and struggled to keep up.
Ich-Ca-Gan paused for a bit, then said, “Mutoku tells me you have a background in Zen Buddhism.” It almost sounded like an abrupt change to small talk.
“Yes, I lived in a Japanese monastery near Kyoto for five years.”
“And what is your connection to banking?”
“Huh? I’ve never worked in banking…oh! Wait, I think I know what you mean. There’s no connection, really. I did an investigative piece a few years ago about corruption at the Federal Reserve, the central bank in the United States. The story won a Pulitzer and I got a few death threats.”
“It sounds as though you are not here by mistake, Mr. Savitz. You were handpicked to conduct this very interview.”
Len stopped writing and looked up. While he was trying to wrap his head around talking to a floating, mind-melding, electric space jellyfish, Ich-Ca-Gan had slammed a puzzle together like some genius gorilla.
“Jesus,” Len exclaimed, “Neith is fighting the Dranthyx?”
“It would seem so.”
“And I’m here, specifically me, because Neith knew you would provide me insight into these Dranthyx?”
“We believe your presence here is intended as a greeting to Us from Neith.”
“How did she even know you exist when no one else does?”
“We have remained in seclusion in this monastery for seven hundred years. Even most of the monks in this temple are unaware of Our existence, simply believing Us to be an inanimate, religious relic. Humans
“Wait, so there are other kinds of aliens on earth?”
“The Dranthyx are not aliens.”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let’s rewind. Are these Dranthyx still on Earth?”
“Yes.”
“Do they still keep humans as slaves?”
“Yes.”
“Then why haven’t I heard about any of this before?”
“For the same reason you do not give any thought to your heart beating—you take it for granted. It has been happening in plain sight for thousands of years. The entire human race is enslaved and has never known anything else.”
“How can someone enslave us without our knowing it?”
“Debt.”
“Debt?”
“Yes, debt. At Our arrival on this planet, the Dranthyx used overt force to control humanity. However, as humans developed communication and weapons technologies, the Dranthyx feared losing control of the human race. Hence they devised a new scheme to control human beings covertly from the shadows: compound interest. Debt is everywhere. Debt is the leash around your neck. Humanity is crushed under debts public and private, and there is no mathematical possibility of paying any of it back. Your governments, which humans believe are there to protect them, exist only to enforce this scheme.”
“So the Dranthyx are bankers?”
“The Dranthyx are more than that. They control the entire global financial system. In addition, the Dranthyx control most land, farms, water sources, the securities exchanges, and all energy production. They own the corporations you work for, they control the governments you live under. They are the puppeteers behind your entire existence.”
“OK, let’s go back to slavery. I don’t understand why they’re using us for. What exactly do we do for the Dranthyx that they can’t do themselves?”
“Humans do many things for them: mineral extraction, food production, even scientific research and engineering. The Dranthyx could easily do that work themselves but no longer need to. They have designed their civilization around free human labor.”
“How can these…Dranthyx…run the world without humans noticing? That sounds pretty management heavy to me.”
“They take great care to remain hidden. They live among you, camouflaged. You may have met one or two without realizing it. And you are correct about management. To avoid detection, they delegate most management tasks to special humans designed for that purpose.”
Len wasn’t a fast writer and struggled to keep up.
Ich-Ca-Gan paused for a bit, then said, “Mutoku tells me you have a background in Zen Buddhism.” It almost sounded like an abrupt change to small talk.
“Yes, I lived in a Japanese monastery near Kyoto for five years.”
“And what is your connection to banking?”
“Huh? I’ve never worked in banking…oh! Wait, I think I know what you mean. There’s no connection, really. I did an investigative piece a few years ago about corruption at the Federal Reserve, the central bank in the United States. The story won a Pulitzer and I got a few death threats.”
“It sounds as though you are not here by mistake, Mr. Savitz. You were handpicked to conduct this very interview.”
Len stopped writing and looked up. While he was trying to wrap his head around talking to a floating, mind-melding, electric space jellyfish, Ich-Ca-Gan had slammed a puzzle together like some genius gorilla.
“Jesus,” Len exclaimed, “Neith is fighting the Dranthyx?”
“It would seem so.”
“And I’m here, specifically me, because Neith knew you would provide me insight into these Dranthyx?”
“We believe your presence here is intended as a greeting to Us from Neith.”
“How did she even know you exist when no one else does?”
“We have remained in seclusion in this monastery for seven hundred years. Even most of the monks in this temple are unaware of Our existence, simply believing Us to be an inanimate, religious relic. Humans
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