Free Planet Fever by Peter Stier Jr. Page A

fussing with individual neural circuits, adjusting and tweaking the psyches of people, unbeknownst to the people they are working on. Sometimes they must go through a few drafts of someone’s life in order to make certain that person’s life still fits within the framework of the ‘bigger picture.’ Some people—for reasons they cannot ascertain—have the capacity for more liberated thoughts and hyper-awareness, so they must be constantly revised via ‘Confusion and Distraction’ protocols, whereby they might have a few versions of their lives superimposed on top of the other and seem to experience a schizology. Or they continuously place and replace the person’s time perception, so the person feels a sense of déjà vu and time-based schizophrenia. All this to get at the core of the individual’s ‘programming,’ to attempt to alter the code. The more resistant ones are the intriguing ‘specimens’ (as they like to call them), for they seem to cause the most problems for them, and they can’t figure out ‘what makes them tick.’ Anyway—that’s a side topic. Most people go through two or three similar ‘existences,’ or live out pieces of their existences numerous occasions, unaware that most or some of their existence has already been lived before, but with minor alterations—and unaware that they are completely owned. ”
    Art: “So technically, this very interview could have already happened, and may happen again?”
    Agent W: “No, it hasn’t happened before. Prior to going AWOL from the agency, I ascertained a hard copy of the original draft of this piece of history (as well as some others, which I have given to other ‘loose cannons’, but again, a side note), so I made it onto the show via a kind of ‘loophole.’ It won’t happen again, since after this is over they’ll go through and alter your own history, as well as those who happen to be listening. It is a pain in the ass for them—but in the end, this interview will have most likely never happened, or will just seem like some goofy joke that virtually no one will take seriously.”
    Art: “Well then—what is the purpose of this interview?”
    Agent W: “You ask the good questions, Art—that’s one purpose. Another one is that this is entertainment, and don’t get me wrong, I love entertainment. Most importantly, there are those who are listening, possibly even taping the show, who may listen to the tape again even though their minds have been washed from the memory of this event, and it may help them. Remember, the N(aI)IS is limited in scope. They may be able to reprogram and alter or clean up a vast amount of things, but it would be impossible for them to track and destroy every possible record of information, particularly hard analog copies such as printed and taped copies. As another aside, that’s why they moved us away from stone engravings a while back and now they’re attempting to veer away from tape and even CD and print and make everything digital, so it’ll be easier to manage, revise, erase and control … but we have plans to use their own plans against them—to forestall their endeavors … and to help the Cause.”
    Art: “That’s too bad I’m going to forget this, I find it compelling. You mentioned a cause.”
    Agent W: “Yes—the cause for free thought and will.”
    I ejected the tape and locked the brakes on the truck to avoid rear-ending the car in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
    “Free thought and will!” My mind raced.
    A deluge of thoughts poured from my combusted psyche. Was it coincidental that I just happened to play this tape right after meeting Woods at the diner? I had the gut feeling that Agent W was on the level. Just like Woods. They spoke the same truth and had the same cadence and vernacular. Agent W was the trucker, Woods. Had to be.
    And somehow I fit into this grand scheme.
    I felt a clicking into place, like when you know a larger work is at play, and