Sunday, October 19, 2008

Droubble: Cash Cow Mutilation

Cash Cow Mutilation

“Do you ever wonder about the ethics of doing this?”

“Only till I remember the money it’s bringing in. I don’t see you complaining about that end of things. Anyways, it’s time to secure for atmospheric insertion.”

Re-entry went down without a hitch, and soon we were in maximum stealth over a sparsely populated area. Ben set up the light show, and I ran the sensors over the area, found a solitary native, far from other witnesses. “I’ve got our mark.”

The operation took less than an hour -- pick the guy up, give him a little ride in an absurdly decorated cargo bay, and dumped him back where we found him. We drew back to safe orbital distance, masked our exhaust, and waited.

Tapping into the communications networks was easy, as was applying translational algorithms to their news broadcasts. We waited to see if our mark went public. Only about one in eight do, the rest knowing better. When we get that one, it’s just a question of recording their humiliation, editing it to maximize the pathos, and transmitting the results for the audiences at home.

Seems like a lot of work, I know, but reality TV’s huge business.

1 comment:

momfox said...

At last! Alien abduction finally makes sense to me.