Nobody asked me to spend my weekend watching movies about alien invasions–so for all I know, I might have been acting on promptings from an otherworldly force. From which part of the galaxy did it emanate? Maybe the Senate chamber.
An openly extra-senatorial creature had taken possession of that body only days before my glut began, materializing in the form of a “Mr. Hyde.” (Even the name was borrowed from a sci-fi source.) Speaking in strangely robotic cadences, “Mr. Hyde” declared it a grave offense for officials to lie about nongovernmental matters–in contrast to cover-ups of state crimes (such as the illegal prosecution of a war in Central America), which ought to be excused. This assertion was eerie enough, but then came an echoing of news commentators, hypnotically repeating (in robotic cadences of their own) that the Extra-Senatorial had made “a powerful case.”
Clearly, rays of hideous mind control were rippling outward from the Capitol. But then arose evidence of a second transmitter. It was located in a personage who loudly assured us he was human, all too human. Yet when asked where he had come from, this “President” claimed to have arrived from “Hope”–everywhere and nowhere.
As mysterious as the figure’s point of origin was the source of his popularity, which was said (by news commentators) to approach the universal. Such near-unanimity seemed to me suspect, especially when I considered how this “Man from Hope” had received unthinking endorsement for his program of turning Iraq into a firing range. For certain creatures with verifiable origins on Earth, the consequences were painful. According to Reuters, the December bombings had destroyed an agricultural school, damaged at least a dozen other schools and hospitals, blown up a storehouse holding 2,600 tons of rice and left 300,000 people in Baghdad without water. Yet who (other than the Iraqis) had complained of this devastation?
Strange to say, one of the few protests I heard (outside the pages of this magazine) was registered through a network of filmoids. The Reuters report came to my attention via e-mail, forwarded to me and four dozen other movie types under the heading, “All This for a Few Days’ Delay in the Impeachment Vote.” My suspicions deepened. Why should the celluloid-obsessed, of all people, be incited to raise our voices? Maybe we were being used. Maybe, by protesting, we’d give the mind-controllers an opportunity to reassure Earthlings: “See? It’s only a movie.”
Shaken to the core, I went off to watch The Faculty and Virus.