Here is a fiction piece I wrote under the name of "Nasa Shill." It is linked below on the "Deviant Art" site. (Note to moderators, I make *NO*
profit from this story. It is a story I wrote that I share freely) Consider the name "Nasa Shill" a kind of joke. If you believe we went to the
moon, you are a "Nasa Shill" so I might as well call myself Nasa Shill as a kind of humorous badge of pride.
The story is entitled "Sasquatch and the Masters of the Planet." In any case, this story is about a government scientist who encounters the
descendant of the hybridization of an early Hominid and a Gigantopithecus. This species survived the onslaught of modern man in isolated pockets
around the globe. Here on the Turtle Continent, this mysterious human-animal liminal chimera is known as "Sasquatch."
The story is more complicated than that. It is also a story about the government scientist re-discovering himself. It is about the reawakening of
the human spirit, about the spirit of rewilding, about the revival of the Pleistocene and what truly makes us human as opposed to machines. The
scientist has to face the fact that his own work demands that he bring the Sasquatch in to advance the need for human-ape supersoldiers. Does he
follow orders like a good technocrat? Or, does he see in the creature something that humankind lost with the transition to the neolithic and
agriculture? Find out.
Don knew that the hike would have to be rounded out. This was government land, and he knew very well that any movement could not last long without
being accounted for. Don took to a convenient view, a vista with a beautiful view, and turned around to walk back to Base. It was at that moment
that something happened that was not simply unexpected. What happened could not happen in Don’s worldview. It therefore Did Not Happen. No such
event occurred. Yet, there it was, a huge creature from out of time, an extinct Gigantopithecus standing there right on the trail. Gigantopithecus
went extinct around a hundred thousand years ago, in Asia. There was no logical reason to find one on the North American Continent in the
twenty-first century. Don paused. He then put special emphasis on the “twenty-first century” part of that self-thought statement. A fossil in
North America would be a great discovery that could put his scientific career on the map. One still living would mean a loss of tenure and a trip to
a psychiatric institution.
The two hominoids starred at one another quizzically. The term “Bigfoot” came right to Don’s mind, with all of its pseudo-scientific and
paranormal implications. Perhaps the Base was doing some kind of psyop on him. Psyops were illegal on American citizens, however ironic it was for
Don to invoke that thought, but then again Gigantopithecus was presumably extinct. Whichever scenario he chose, truth was more complicated than what
was allowed either by Congress or in a scientific world-view. What Don could not deny was that this creature was real, starring back at him. Was
this a Gigantopithecus? If so, then he was closer to the Orangutan than to a human. It was also possible that he was looking at a branch of the Homo
genus that simply looked like a Gigantopithecus through convergent evolution. He could also be looking at Captain Granger in an ape suit. It was a
good gag. The creature did not yell, “Surprise!” Instead, he ran off.
Don had a sudden realization of The Real once the creature ran off. He also knew that The Real could threaten security clearances. end of
edit on 17-4-2012 by EarthEvolves because: Slight change