mOOn platOOn yesterday, tomorrow & today: If She Had Loved Me, Too

Melancholiday Memories...We were together once upon a time, at this time of year, long ago...PLUS: Paul McCartney Is Dead and Santa Goes Sci-Fi ~ Santa's Powers Explained!

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The Bottom Line: This is a blog about mOOn platOOn, by Steve Games. Working in Hollywood but outside the bounds of studio controls, it’s a dream to create a movie – a TV series – a video game, books, interactive website and toys, and this is the beginning.

Melancholiday Memories...We were together once upon a time, at this time of year, long ago...

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she had loved me, too.

She was my dream for years, and then at 18 I let her know. It was the bravest thing that I'd ever done - well, on purpose, anyway.

And for six months we played at love. I was there. She was flattered.

We made love 15 times - or more accurately, I made love to her. She graciously allowed it. Moist and curious but vaguely unassertive, she told me I should have been more careful when she found out she was pregnant.

When she insisted on an abortion, I saw her through it. And when it was over, and she said "Goodnight," I said "Goodbye."

We were 18, and she was the girl of my idealistic devotion, my naive nobility, a link in my chain of destiny. Who knows what loyalty, what dedication she might have known, propelled by such innocent faith?

What if she had been behind me all the way? What if I had been the boy she had always secretly wanted?

What if she had loved me, too?

It Came From Out Of The Script

In the original version of the screenplay mOOn platOOn, a flashback reveals that Paul McCartney of The Beatles was assassinated back in 1966 and replaced with a Soviet operative. Is the notion far-fetched?

"Turn me on, dead man."

It was embedded in a Beatles song. But why would John Lennon plant a phrase like that in an ordinary song? Anyone who had the time and inclination could hear it on their own stereo (or quad!). Just put the record on, use your hand to freeze the turntable, then rotate the record in the wrong direction.

This is how scratchin' got started, incidentally, by manually rotating the old vinyl record backwards so the muddled phrase by John Lennon could be heard: "Turn me on, dead man." This was back in the late 60s. Then other clues emerged. No need to list them here, they are readily available to the internet-savvy. They involve a walrus and bare feet crossing Abbey Road, etc.

For a time, John Lennon was trying to tell us something, but without being obvious. Why? Rumor had it that Paul had died, but that everyone around The Beatles was committed to keeping that fact a secret. The main line had it that Paul had died in a car accident. The rationale behind a cover-up? Pure profit. The Beatles were an institution, like the Queen.

Was Paul McCartney dead? As of 1966? Yes. But it was no accident.

You think it would be difficult, do you, to replace that Beatle with some fancy top-secret plan? Using not one, but several (metamorphic, bearded, costumed, photo-opped) McCartney simulatts (I just invented a word. “Simulatts.” It stands for a person who allows herself to be used to impersonate a real person.), in an atmosphere of exclusivity such as that enjoyed by the most lauded foursome in history, the answer is no. It would not be that difficult.

The Paul McCartney until then was largely composed of youthful recollection and two years of cutesy posturing. His replacement, who has now been “Paul McCartney” several decades longer than the original, is the one responsible for “Wings.” Make sense now? And, indeed, “he” (actually several people until 1990) has been propped-up by government intelligence and will continue to be a sealed secret until sometime around 2035. That’s when the British government has okayed the release of a very suspicious file.

Who killed Paul? It is known that two cars (besides his) were involved. The daughter of one of those drivers was my informant (in the story). She hadn’t been born yet. Only in his old age did her dad disclose his secret, and then only to the immediate family.

You see, in the 1960s, two great powers were poised on mutual destruction and the collapse of the civilized world.

The USA and the USSR were fully devoted to the Cold War. Billions of dollars went to covert operations that history has yet to record. It wasn’t simply about bullets and bombs. It was about culture. Communication. Ideas. And The Beatles were a musical nuke. They invaded the Eastern Bloc like no one from the East had ever invaded the West. They, more than anything, undermined Soviet influence among the youth of the world. Even the “Ukraine girls” who “really knock me out” were directly appealed to by the possibly-commissioned quartet.

Indeed, the government’s recruitment of The Beatles for these specific reasons resulted in the split-up so often blamed upon the simple Japanese artist, Yoko Ono. Lennon could not stomach being used for such a cause for long.

But enough for now. Just know that they didn’t do it to fool the fans. They did it to continue the most brilliant psychological invasion that existed before the internet finally evolved. And why is the secret still kept?

Current administrations want their wishes to be respected by future generations. Shall they themselves disrespect the wishes of their predecessors, predecessors who had no idea that the USSR would crumble in 1989? The Cold War went way beyond anything the public is generally aware of, and a lot of it makes James Bond look unimaginative.

If I Were Casting Now

The flashback part of Paul McCartney in 1966: Anton Yelchin (see www.imdb.com for reference - he will be playing Chekov in Star Trek.

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Future Holidays: Sci-Fi Santa Under The Tree By 2013

A visitor from a parallel reality with a remarkable resemblance to Santa Claus makes a strange appearance at Moonbase Portland. This programmable action figure with accessories answers the questions that all smart kids ask:

"How does he travel everywhere in such a short time?"

Sci-Fi Santa's sled is a multiplicausal chair with harmonic adjusters capable of linking millions of physical locations simultaneously, moving between phases of ordinary time, allowing no forward-in-time movement while activated. The reindeer are 8 central points of inter-causal transaction linking 7 vibratory realities with the North Pole.

"How does he carry enough presents for everyone?"

Sci-Fi Santa's bag is a portal to the 5th dimension, with access to an unrestricted amount of space inside. Three dimensional items can continuously be placed inside as can elves (nanobots) who help sort and store the items in the 5th dimension. Three elves included.

"How does he know what people want or need?"

Sci-Fi Santa's colorful hat contains an omniscient neural grid that links his nervous sytem to the group consciousness shared by all living things, with a focus bulb that allows him to sort individually over the consciousness of any sleeping individuals. Hence, "He knows when you've been sleeping; he knows when you're awake.." And if you've been good or bad, so be good, for Goddness Sake!

mOOn platOOn Issues

An old gene finally takes prominence in tomorrow’s survival of the fittest.

In 100 years, humanity will be split into two distinct factions: the Techighs and the Birthhounds. What will your great-great grandchildren be?

The Techighs are a minority but control far more power and energy than the vast majority of Birthhounds. Most of the Techighs live in multi-layered climate-controlled artificial worlds in Earth orbit or Lunar orbit or upon the Moon, or in the most temperate shores of the homeworld. The Birthhounds almost all live on Earth, in the meteorologically challenging climates, yet happy’ except for shortages.

The Techighs embrace new technologies, use complex tool systems and create ever-more intricate devices. The Birthhounds are mired in old technologies, obsolete programs and ancient political ideologies. Most Techighs are rich. Most Birthhounds are poor.

It is not age, nor religion, nor creed or color that separates the two. It is technology and how they relate to it, as well as their proximity to its availability.

What will your great-great grandchildren be?

Other Projects By Steve Games

“According To General Killz”

Mike Feral

operative of

m.o.o.n.p.l.a.t.o.o.n.

(multi-organizational office of non-partisan law agencies territorially official over nations)

In times of trouble, Mike Feral transforms himself into mOOn platOOn, fantastically-armed defender of those weaker than himself…

Another In The Series Of 200-Word Adventures Of The Action Agent

Before he visited the war zone, General Killz, a former army hero commander bombed insane, was still in control of a replicating division of micro-robot followers who swarmed against perceived enemies.

Back in the USA, Mike Feral was sad. Urana “rain-checked” their date. She said her job demanded overtime. He was crushed. Was Urana changing her mind about him?

General Killz launched an invasion of Washington, D.C. Micro-robots toppled the Washington Monument, caved-in the Capitol dome and swarmed over the White House and Congress. The nation panicked.

Feral became mOOn platOOn, deploying strands of nanO-platOOners from the belly of the flying platOOn platfOrm. He aided in the rescue of the President.

mOOn’s nanO-platOOners zeroed in on the crazed commander. The General saw that his government subcontracted micro-bots were no match for nanO-platOOners, and so he activated his doomsday weapon. It would ensure the death of all.

The doomsday device went off, sending a murderous shockwave across the Earth. mOOn died. Every building in the world shattered to rubble along with mountains and glaciers.

Awakened, General Killz realized that he’d been rendered unconscious days ago by mOOn’s mentalbOts and merely dreamed of his conquest on the way to jail.

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