I was late for my first day at work!
This wouldn't look good. My usual style was to always be super punctual at first, so then several months down the line when I started to show up late, it would seem like constant one-offs. This trick of first impressions was my key to lazying through life.
As we made our way to Stimulus Response Manufacturing I asked Professor Goldshekel about herself to break the ice, and to try and redeem my tardiness.
She was a level 5 with Q clearance. Her origin story wasn't unusual. Her dad had infiltrated high levels of the US government, but also worked for Mossad. They collected Holocaust money from the German taxpayer, allowing them to pursue endless higher education certification and positions of power without ever having to need to work; our judeo-system was designed to filter out the Goyim from institutional power. At age twelve she moved from Jew York City to Israel where her family took a nice house from some Palestinian mudslimes. Abigail (her name) then followed in the family business back in the USA, but ended up in research administration where she had spent the last seven years.
"Wow! What a story Abigail!"
Professor Goldshekel stopped walking, she turned and looked at me sternly as if to scold "That's Professor Goldshekel to you!" and then added with a sexy cute wink "but maybe after work you can call me Abigail..." before reforming her serious composure.
"HHNNNNNGG!"
I almost came from the look she gave me. What a Jewish Goddess! Her flowing brown hair, tight lips, shapely nose and derriere. Precum crusted my boxer shorts. I could only imagine the firm but ample breasts beneath her work blouse.
I told her about Dr Shekelberg and myself.
"Shekelsberg!" he would constantly correct me.
I knew, but it was a running joke, and it really annoyed Dr Shekelsberg.
"If you get my name wrong one more time Samuel Shekelstein!" he said making a strangling gesture.
Abigail laughed at our masculine bravado.
Levi Shekelsberg and I had met at med-school, both fully funded thanks to the special Jewish funds for Jews. Levi Shekelsberg's family hadn't been sterilized as was customary amongst non-white skinned Jews. It was now becoming important to have coloured Jews to rise up and assume positions of power to keep the Goyim confused and in their rightful place as cattle.
Although we were both low level Jews, both our parents had been in the Cult, which is how we got this far in life. Most Jews didn't know about the Cult, or the Talmudic Saturnist influence on modern post-1st century Judaism. They didn't even know about our Jewish Space Lazer, let alone this orbiting facility. The Jewish Space Lazer was often used to start fires, which we would blame on climate change. We would then tell the Goyim they needed to pay more taxes to us to stop the fires, and they would!
Doomsday cults were an effective strategy which we had used for centuries for maintaining control over the Goyim. Only recently had we managed to make these doomsday cults mainstream.
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As we followed Abigail through the complex, I breathed in the sights and the sounds. I had finally made it. My journey was a long one.
I remembered how my parents would read the Torah, and act like good Jews, but then every several months on the day of Shabbetai (Saturn) they would act completely different. They went from acting like good Jews, to acting like evil Jews, and they seemed to enjoy and revel in it. We would occasionally lose our Shabbos Goyim during these events. They would either quit because of the treatment they received, or they would 'disappear', supposedly having moved away.
I was scared at first and thought there was something wrong with my parents, but eventually they took me to the ritual. Watching a Christian child get tortured, raped, and sliced up was unnerving at first, but once I tasted the blood I could feel the influence of Saturn. We had to keep these practices alive, and we had to keep them secret. The Goyim couldn't understand. We were G^Ds chosen, and it was up to us to release Saturn from the rings that chained him. We had to free him from Jupiter's influence. It was prophecy. Only then would G^D return and make the world perfect. It was the Sabbatean way. Our bloodlines descended from the Frankists. If they knew what we believed they would call us evil, but they didn't understand it was for the greater good.
Only when the world turns to evil will G^D return and make things perfect. We were merely accelerating.
Professor Goldshekel stopped in front of Stimulus Response Manufacturing.
"Well here you go boys! Try not to blow anything up on your first day" Abigail laughed, before walking off.
Levi Shekelsberg and I watched the hypnotic movement of her rear.
"Samuel Shekelstein! You dog!" Levi joked.
...
We met Howard inside the Stimulus Response Manufacturing lab. He gave us a brief project orientation, but we were specialists. We didn't get this far in life by listening.
"Yeah yeah yeah.... whatever Howard" I said disparagingly.
We had to let him know who the top dogs were.
"Why don't you go on lunch and let the adults get to work?" Levi added.
"But I'm diabetic! I have to eat at certain times..." Howard sheepishly responded.
"And?" I said staring the dweeb down.
"But it's still morning... my blood sugar levels..."
"MUH blood sugar levels!" Levi mocked him.
"Get outta here!" I said shooing Howard out like an unwanted fart.
Howard left the lab in shame. He was supposed to be our supervisor. It was a dog eat dog world. The weak feared the strong. We were now in charge. Nothing could stop Samuel Shekelstein and Levi Shekelsberg.
"Hmmm... now what have we got here?" Levi said looking at the goals of our projects.
"It's gonna be a tough one to crack!" I said scratching my chin.
The main goal of the Stimulus Response Manufacturing lab was to get the Goyim police willing to shoot and kill children. This was the main obstacle to completely taking over society. We could get them to arrest and shoot adults, but their programming would always break down when it came to child murder. Once we could manufacture the correct stimulus response we could get them to do anything we wanted, including murdering their own family. It was this one psychological fail-safe that kept us from completely controlling the Goyim. We were getting close though.
"Let's see... experiment #0235615" Levi said as he pressed a button bringing it up on screen.
A child and its parent had been separated by a glass window. The adult could end the experiment at anytime by pressing a button. The adult was primed beforehand with DIE (Diversity, Inclusion, Equality) programming. This research was key to reaching our final goal.
A Muslim man was brought into the room with the child. The Muslim man was from a culture were paedophilia is normal. We watched as the Muslim man began to molest the child. The parent looked like they wanted to press the button to end the experiment, but the DIE programming was too strong.
Any normal person watching wouldn't be able to understand why the parent allowed their child to get raped. The DIE programming made the adult believe that multi-culturalism was a coherent concept, and that it was good. The DIE programming made them feel that they would be seen as evil, a bigot, an Islamophobe if they pressed the button to end the experiment. We just had to figure out a way to translate this into Goyim police pointing their guns at their own children and pulling the trigger. So far we were only able to get them to kill children by proxy. It was a step in the right direction though.
"Hmmm this looks promising..." I said flicking through the files.
"Computer, bring up Project Overdose" Levi commanded.
The goal of Project Overdose was to rapidly deprogram the Goyim from the modern 20th century mythological narrative origin story of the Western world through a constant barrage of red pills; this would cause complete psychological breakdown, creating malleable subjects.
First it would dismantle the idea of German National Socialism being the incarnation of evil. It showed how our Bolshevik forefathers faked many crimes that we ourselves were the ones guilty of. We contrasted the fake crimes against the real crimes and genocides that we had committed, of which they had never heard of. We explained our goals and aims to prevent Western nationalism which was against OUR interests, and how we controlled the history books.
Although war crimes were committed on all sides, we glossed over unnecessary information (in relation to the project's goal).
The subject would be barraged with all the fake images we created to nail the German people to the proverbial cross; the smiling evil Germans, the banality of evil we had explained it in modern discourse. These fake images were then countered by the originals.
Smiling happy Germans were the face of evil, or so the Goyim were led to believe. Nationalism had to be associated with evil, we would explain to the subject.
The initial deprogramming was to prepare them for the main overdose of red pills. Without any initial prep most Goyim would reject the deprogramming no matter how much evidence was presented. Such was the skill of our narrative control and context creation. The demoralization process was incredibly difficult to undo.
The next step was undoing the Holohoax story. An endless stream of evidence of the fakery was presented to breakthrough the internalized psychological firewalls around the Holocaust foundational mythos. The subject's eyes were held open by metal hooks to prevent them from looking away. The internal conflict would cause most to look away. Even with the metal hooks in place, some tore their eyelids to avert their gaze, such was the aporia induced. Not all subjects would survive this process with full mental faculties intact.
It took about an hour for the endless images and explanations of how it was faked, and the science behind the impossibility of the story to be consumed by the subject.
This revelation of the lies upon which the modern founding Western mythos was created, would lead the Goyim into a state of psychological breakdown.
"Of course Goy! Holocaust is a Jewish religious term; do you actually believe you are living in a Jewish fairy tale?" the program would mock, attempting to draw the subject into a further state of psychosis and inner rage.
Strangely, some subjects seemed immune to this rapid deprogramming/reprogramming process. Circumcision trauma seemed to be key for producing weak malleable minds. Foreskin owners were immune to the process. I dug up some redacted hidden research to understand this better.
Project Overdose had limited success. The subjects brains would show that of acute psychosis. Despite their pillars of reality being dismantled, they were still buffered by societal and cultural pressure mechanisms. They couldn't tell people what they had found out. They had to act 'normal'. They would become an apostate if they said anything, and perhaps end up in prison thanks to our societal and cultural control.
Using our 6th generation MKUltra methods, we would subconsciously make the subjects start to think about how their children were brainwashed (which they were), and that the only solution was to kill them.
Upon killing their children the subjects became useless to our needs. Complete psychological collapse or chronic mental instability would occur. This wouldn't suffice as a method for controlling our monopoly on violence. We need resilient killers akin to our Bolshevik forefathers.
Although this project generated promising results, easier methods for creating a psychosis or cognitive dissonance in the Goyim would be needed.
Further research projects included using meme-flu disinformation to generate trauma & fear and induce parallel narratives/'truths' of the world as a means for getting the Goyim to kill each other and their children if needed. Very limited success was shown, and studies were ongoing. Psychological adaptation was a problem.
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"Break time!" Levi said, busting out into his patented hungry hungry dance.
I began rubbing my stomach in rhythm as I joined in. I was starving after all that torture we had just carried out.
As we made our way to the canteen I rubbed the sweat off my forehead. It had been a busy morning. The work was difficult, but we were making rapid progress. I could see myself one day making it to a level 5, and maybe even getting Q clearance!
Abigail crossed my mind... I daydreamed about taking her out for a romantic picnic and then finding out what was hidden underneath her blouse. I had my dream job, but could I also have a dream woman? A Jewish Goddess... HHNNNNNGGGG!
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After lunch Levi went off by himself to explore the facility. I sat in the canteen by myself, staring out into space. Saturn was visible.
"You know, you can see Saturn's hexagon from here" Abigail said as she gripped her Star of David necklace.
I squinted my eyes, but I couldn't make it out. She laughed before handing me a pocket telescope.
"Wow! It really is something!" I said before putting the telescope down and looking into her algae and sulfur lagoon green eyes.
"Yeah, and if you look closely at the rings you can see them breaking apart. Soon Saturn will be free..." she said sitting down beside me.
"You think so? Within our lifetime?"
"If everything goes to plan... if..." she hesitated before grabbing my muscled arm and sliding right beside me.
I could feel her warmth. As my dream girl nestled up beside me, my dick grew hard.
"There's something I want to tell you... it's just... it's so hard for me..."
"Me too" I said, feeling the heat resonate from my groin.
She moved in close as if to kiss me and then whispered into my ear "I know Samuel Shekelstein isn't your real name..."
"It's not?!" I asked, confused.
"When I saw you, something rose up from within me. Maybe it was your muscled arms..." she rubbed them, squeezing tightly "you're not like other men... maybe I'm just being silly, but a voice called out... Saturn lies. I guess I've always known that, but I had no choice. I had to go along with it all, but when I saw you American Nigger Hunter X, I knew what I had to do. When the real Dr Shekelstein and Dr Shekelsberg arrived, I had them incinerated... I did it for you, you have to keep going... here take this key. It will take you to the top floor. You need to finish your mission."
Our faces were so close, her shapely nose was almost poking my eye. I had to kiss her. I had no choice. Our lips met. Our tongues clashed. But it wasn't enough. I grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the canteen. We found a supply room and locked the door.
"Oh Abigail... when this is all over I will come back for you!" I said before pounding her seven ways to Sunday.
As I came many times, it all started to come back to me. I had forgotten who I was because of my ultimate undercover infiltration skills. I wasn't Dr Samuel Shekelstein, I was American Nigger Hunter X. I wasn't cheating on my wife, because I was in space, and maybe having a mistress was permitted, I would have to ask Jesus later on.
I said to Abigail, her legs wrapped around my waist, skirt around her ankles, glorious buxom breasts on display, as I held her, totally doing her while standing "Hold on tight! It's gonna be a bumpy one!"
My balls were far from empty.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 1 Killing Pride
Chapter 2 Save the Jew Save the World
Chapter 3 Faker Than the Holocaust
Chapter 4 Planet of the Niggers
Chapter 5 Twelve Angry Jews
Chapter 6 One Flew over the Jewcoos Nest
Chapter 7 From My Virtue to My Principles
Chapter 8 Gods of Culture
Chapter 9 The Twin Towers
Chapter 10 Totalitarianism of Compassion
Chapter 11 Day of the Rope
Chapter 12 The Infantilization of Man
Chapter 13 Talmudic Influence on the Polyhedron World