The UFO Bible 5

"If we confess our crimes, they are faithful and just and will forgive us our crimes and prescribe anti-psychotics that will cleanse us of our personality disorders."

A man sat on a chair in the admissions unit of a hospital. A doctor in a white coat stood in front of him.
"How are you, Mr. Lucas?"
"I feel fine. I don't think I'm injured. Can I go home?"
"Not yet, Mr. Lucas. We'll need to book you into the X-Ray department this afternoon."
"Well, I don't think I've broken anything. I'm not in any pain."
"I understand that you walked out in front of a bus."
"It was in a twenty mile an hour zone. I don't think it hit me very hard. Didn't do me any permanent damage. They're a good thing, those twenty mile an hour speed limits."
"Mr. Lucas, we are very concerned about you walking out in front of a bus and we would like to know why."
"It was the most relaxing walk of my life. I saw the bus and I thought, I'll be fine. Buses don't kill people any more."
"Well, that one might have killed you. Next time you walk in front of a bus it might not be in a twenty mile an hour zone."
"I've been on these injections since I came out of prison. They seem to have put me in this very, how would I describe it, care free, even careless, state of mind."
"Have you got your digital ID card?"
"Yes," Mr. Lucas took it out of his wallet. The doctor took his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the card. He now entered a website where he could see several pages of information about Mr. Lucas.
"You're on haloxetine. Yes, that is a powerful anti-psychotic." The doctor's face twisted as he looked at some details of the brutal murder Mr. Lucas had been convicted of. He had killed his wife and daughter with a hammer. "Yes, that is an unusual medication to be on and there aren't many people on haloxetine."

The doctor went into another room to speak to the unit manager.
"Mr. Lucas walked right out in front of a bus. He is on haloxetine. It puts him into a low anxiety state. He had no fear of the bus."
"Very interesting," said the manager. "We've always wondered why people on haloxetine were so accident prone. Now we know."
"You just want to write another article for your university website. Well, go on then, do some more research. But I'm trying to save a man's life."
"Dr. Jones, I don't understand why you're trying to save that man's life. I know what he did. He killed his daughter's friend as well. She'd only gone to visit the family for a few hours. Send him home. The world would be a better place."
"He is one of my patients and I'm looking after him. He should be in a psychiatric hospital for his own safety." The manager sat down at his desk behind a computer.
"The good news, I've got a bed. The bad news, it's in Durham."
"Send him by helicopter taxi."
"A helicopter taxi would cost hundreds of pounds. The trust are trying to save money. I'll send him by Ubercab. It's only four hours drive away."
"Then the driver will want to stop at the service station for a burger and a cup of coffee and would Mr. Lucas like one too? Oh, and Mr. Lucas decided to go for a walk and he wasn't at all afraid of the lorry that was coming down the motorway at 65 miles an hour."
"I agree, Dr. Jones. That would be the correct clinical decision. I will book him a helicopter." The manager didn't relish the thought of being remembered by history as the doctor who discovered that people on haloxetine should be kept in a psychiatric hospital for their own personal safety. It was unlikely Dr. Jones would get the credit as he wasn't a university professor. People on a drug that powerful were guilty of the most despicable crimes. He genuinely wished that Mr. Lucas had been killed by the bus and that all patients on haloxetine would die in similar accidents. But he valued his job. He had said too much already.

Even the aliens had given up trying to get an AI system to control a car in British rush hour traffic. But flying an aircraft was much easier for a computer to understand. So a helicopter taxi was autonomous and an Ubercab still manually driven. The helicopter taxi was still something of a novelty so it was considerably more expensive than an Ubercab at £5 a mile. The helicopter arrived.
"That's for you, Mr. Lucas," said Dr. Jones. "We're very concerned about you walking in front of a bus. We're sending you to a psychiatric hospital."
"Why is that?"
"It's for your own personal safety. Perhaps people on powerful tranquillisers shouldn't be walking the streets in case they walk out in front of buses." Mr. Lucas was in no state of mind to be angry or upset at the thought of a return to incarceration. The drug made him relaxed and very compliant. He walked outside to the helicopter taxi.
"I've never been in one of these before," he said. He opened the door and climbed inside. It was an exciting experience. Flying at low altitude across the Lincolnshire and Yorkshire countryside. The flight only took an hour. Mr. Lucas enjoyed the flight and didn't worry about whether he would ever return from this hospital. It was not in the nature of this drug that he would be upset or anxious about anything. The helicopter landed in the hospital car park. A man in a suit came out to meet him.
"Hello, Mr. Lucas. My name's Phil. I'm the charge nurse from the secure psychiatric unit."
"And I'm Charlie Lucas. Good afternoon. I'm afraid I didn't bring any luggage as I was knocked down by a bus and came straight here."

A preacher stood in a large hall in Grimsby. The building had once been a school but was now hired by various churches on a Sunday. Some came into the main hall at different times and some hired individual classrooms. The sound of loud singing could be heard echoing down the corridors. Pastor Chuck Jones looked down on a school hall that was big enough for hundreds of people but that had only thirty or forty neatly sat in a few rows of seats in front of him.
"I thank God that we are in a growing church," he said. "Most churches in this country are collapsing. Praise God that we have more people than we had a few years ago. Jesus' coming is very near. Jesus said that when he returned it would be as it was in the days of Noah. Do we see that now? Yes we do. Turn with me to Genesis chapter six. The angels came down and saw that the daughters of men were beautiful and they had children by them. Is that happening today? Of course it is. Alien half breeds. Brethren, we must not be quiet about these things. Those who are quiet about evil are complicit in that same evil. We must speak out. This is an abomination. Why was the Old Testament so violent? Why did millions of people die in the flood? Why did the Israelites go into countries and kill every living, breathing thing? Just kill everybody? That is quite acceptable if you are trying to purify the human race. Jesus had to be born of pure human DNA. It was the devil's plan to corrupt human DNA - to defile the whole of our species with their alien filth - so that Christ could not be fully man and fully God."

A few days later a crowd gathered outside the United Nations Interplanetary Embassy in London. A mobile phone played Pastor Chuck's sermon loudly through a portable PA speaker that someone had positioned on the pavement. A chant spread through the crowd. Hundreds of people began shouting together, "Evil gods, evil gods, evil gods." There was a huge dustbin which had wheels on it. Somebody put a cigarette lighter to some of the rubbish in the top of the bin. A fire began slowly spreading. Some people got ahold of the trolley and pushed it into a glass door. The glass door would not give way. A man was holding an axe. He motioned for the trolley to be moved back out of the way and broke down the door with his axe. There was a loud cheer as a group of people now pushed the burning trolley through the smashed doors into the building. A man with purple skin who was nine feet tall grabbed ahold of the burning trolley and threw it into the air so that it landed in the middle of the crowd. A woman pulled a burning plastic bag out of her hair. The crowd ran away.

The next day Pastor Chuck was leading the Wednesday morning Bible study in the cafe at Waitrose. There were gasps of shock and horror from surprised shoppers and surprised staff as a dozen policemen armed with huge guns burst into the cafe.
"Pastor Chuck Jones?" asked a large middle aged man in a flak jacket.
"I am Pastor Chuck Jones and if you want to ask me anything, just ask me. There's no need to terrify these poor people by coming in here with a dozen armed police with machine guns."
"You are the leader of a proscribed terrorist organisation."
"How can a Bible study that meets in Waitrose cafe on a Wednesday morning be a proscribed terrorist organisation?"
"You preach violence against aliens and you see their extermination as necessary to purify the DNA of the human race. Excuse the machine guns but we weren't sure if you'd be armed yourselves. You were preaching at a demonstration in London yesterday that developed into a riot."
"I haven't been to London for years."
"You were heard preaching there shortly after five o' clock in the afternoon outside the United Nations Interplanetary Embassy."
"I don't know where that is."
"You were preaching. It's all on CCTV. Come down to the station. Maybe watching the CCTV will refresh your memory."

Pastor Chuck was taken to the police station where he sat and watched the CCTV of his alleged sermon that led to the riot.
"Look very carefully. I'm not there. Someone's put a beach speaker on the ground. That's a recording of my sermon being played on a mobile phone."
"So you couldn't be there in person. You just recorded the message earlier and told everybody to start killing the aliens."
"I didn't tell anyone to start killing aliens. That is a recording of my last Sunday's sermon. There weren't any aliens there."

The next Sunday Pastor Chuck stood in his pulpit and began preaching.
"I've started to think that maybe I've been wrong about aliens all of these years. Haven't they done an awful lot of good?" There were shocked gasps from the audience. "Haven't alien technologies really helped the environment?" Barbara finally summoned up the courage to stand up and interrupt the pastor 's sermon.
"You said that environmentalism was of the devil. All the people in Extinction Rebellion are very deep into eastern religions. Pagan planet worship." Her husband Tom had been with Pastor Chuck when he was arrested.
"Are you sure you want to preach today, Pastor? Are you sure you're really well enough to preach today? How did you get on after you were taken to the police station?"
"They played me a recording of my sermon being put on a loudspeaker outside the alien embassy in London, just before the riot happened. I said that I wasn't actually there. They said it was still my fault, I had said those things. I was taken to the police psychiatrist. He was very understanding. He told me I had a mental disorder that caused me to do strange things and it had made me afraid of aliens, environmentalists, gay people and transgender teenagers. I had ASND, Anti Social Neurological Disorder. There would be no criminal charges if I agreed to take a prescription to a chemist and get some tablets."
"Were they called paroxyphenaline?" asked Tom.
"Yes. I think that's right."
"That's how the police control people. The drug puts you in a low anxiety state. You're no longer anxious about abominations."
"They've got the crime rate right down. You can't deny that they've got the crime rate right down."
"I'm not surprised they've got the crime rate right down. All the criminals are in Happy Valley. Who needs to take illegal drugs when the police can give you something stronger?" asked Tom.
"They're trying to control your mind," shouted Barbara.
"Yes they are," said Tom, "and I dare say they're succeeding. If I were you I wouldn't take those tablets."

A few weeks later a policeman knocked on the pastor's door. His wife answered.
"Pastor Chuck Jones?"
"I'll get him for you." Ruth walked towards the stairs and Chuck, who had already emerged from his office, came down.
"Good morning, Pastor Jones," the policeman said, smiling. "I just wanted to ask you some questions. Would you like to accompany me down to the station?" The policeman drove the pastor to the police station and sat him in an interview room. "How have you been since you started taking your tablets three weeks ago?"
"Fine, thank you."
"That's not what I heard." The policeman pressed some buttons on the mobile phone that was on his desk. The pastor's picture appeared on a big television that hung on the wall.
"I do not accept that these beings come from another planet. Their craft perform daredevil manoeuvres that would kill a hunan pilot. When a military aircraft approaches they disappear in a puff of smoke. They come from another dimension. An evil spiritual dimension. Extra terrestrials, oh yes they are, but not from another planet. They are fallen angels and demons." The policeman switched off the video.
"The police are watching you, Pastor Chuck Jones, believe me, we are watching you. You have another appointment with the police psychiatrist. He will see you this afternoon." Pastor Jones was locked in a cell for an hour while they waited for the police psychiatrist. A police woman entered the cell with the same psychiatrist the pastor had seen before.
"Hello, Pastor Jones," said the psychiatrist. "We have procedures for the most persistent forms of Anti Social Neurological Disorder. I will now ask you to come here for a monthly injection."
"With the same drug that I had before?"
"No. I gave you the minimum dose of paroxypheneline just to see if it had any effect. This injection is a lot stronger - it's a combination of five anti-psychotics at their maximum permitted doses. Don't refuse to attend your appointments, Pastor Jones. If you don't do this, I will send you to prison, and there you'll be on the same medication we give to murderers. So one way or another, you will take your medication."

Matthew and Crystal sat in Crystal's flat, with one of their neighbours, watching Pastor Chuck Jones on television.
"What do you think, Crystal?" asked Matthew. "Are aliens evil? Are they fallen angels or demons?"
"Just depends what kind of aliens. The ones we've got in charge now are probably a bit more benevolent than the ones at the time of Noah's flood. The nephilim were a bad lot. He's right about them. That is why God's judgement came on the earth, that is why the flood came."
"I'm not sure that everything they're doing is right," said their neighbour Suzie. "The Jobcentre have this big black book of jobs that nobody wants. My eldest son applied for a job in the merchant navy. He didn't realise that he'd applied to join the merchant navy in World War Two. Not wanting to be blown up by a German submarine, he returned to his own time. He had his benefits stopped. My youngest son was put on medication because he had a fight in the school playground. The school psychiatrist said they've got to catch people early on, while they're still only moderately aggressive and before they become psychopaths. Simon was just being silly. I don't think he'd ever stab someone."
"You can't deny that the crime rate has gone right down since they started putting all those people on medication," said Matthew.
"The aliens have come here to stop humanity destroying itself and to solve all our problems," said Suzie, "but it's not the kind of free world we had before."