Little Black Book Challenge

The sun hung low in the sky, slowly descending, casting gold and emerald mists across the desert dunes that were as plentiful as the yellow corn stalks of Iowa during harvest time, that sprawled across the land in an eery mythic glow. One of the spaceships delicately descended, right on time, just before the maddening hours of twilight and dusk.

The aliens sent a morse-coded language of beeps and boops through the atmosphere to one another, strange encoding from their native tongue 5 thousand light years away. Their one goal was to deliver a small black notebook to the tan girl at 40 Prophet's Way. How had they gone so far wrong? Well, at least they were on time... and had landed safely without a hitch, without anyone seeing. There wasn't a human-made establishment for miles. Just a brief walk away was a pyramid and a site for some ancient archeological excavations that no humans had discovered yet.

"Beep boop bop..." suggested one alien to the other. "Boop beep bop," that alien emphatically agreed. They were the predecessors to one of the largest intergalactic space organizations that would ever be created, but right now, they just needed to put the keys to the world in the hands of one girl. Tan girl. They had a photo image of her, super pixelated, that had gone up with one of the droid voyager expeditions amongst all the various items within the time capsules the humans from NASA had put on the moon. Tan girl... there was something about her. The image was of her holding a baby koala in the deep jungles of New South Whales and Victoria, Australia... just looking it had translated psychedelic visions, deep feelings of profundity and euphoria, compassion, and most of all, universal love. A feeling of joy, of satsang, of communitas. A feeling of community, and of unity. A feeling of joy, enraptured joy and quintessence, authenticity and unconditional acceptance.

Why was this important? Feelings... the aliens were clearly more like Vulcans than Andorians with their morse coded language (a Star Trek reference). Coding was as stripped-bare mathematics as you could get without entering the territory of post-euclidean geometry which was just all graphs and formulas, little to no explanation, exposition, emoting, or affect. Well the thing is... nobody knows why emotions are so powerful, so important. They just are, though.

The world was formed through consciousness, through vibration. There's your answer, perhaps. Light only comes into play, into formation, when sound is sped up and sound is well, some coherent collision of particles, right?

Then one of them spotted one of the teleportation kiosks, that the coalition of earth beings had collectively splurged on during the time of the Great Reset, when we'd made the choice to step into the future and provide every human being with a free hydrogen and water powered car, assigned elemental clean-up teams to tackle the pollutions of the waters, the forests, and the sky, dropped all arms internationally and diverted military fundings and appropriations to environmental repair and to scientific symbiosis, a collaborative venture pooling the nations top research and technologies towards international colloquiums, auctions, free media olympic competitions to inspire commerce and non-xenophobic collaborative ventures, replete with bazaar-themed trade shows and musical acts from around the world. So many technologies were upleveled during this time of peace, which yielded the type of prosperity that many had dreamed of since depression and prohibition, since the rise and fall of industrialism, and of the medical based paradigm. All survival necessities were provided for by the government that bought from companies in bulk and had the services subsidized for the people by the system that no longer preyed on the people for taxes for unconsenting wars, but for benign materials and services that made a real difference in empowering people's lives.

"Beep beep bop!" said the alien excitedly to his friend, pointing to the portal. Teleportation kiosks had been picked up as a trend across the galaxy when a Japanese Zen grandmaster named Arthur Sagewood had invented the technology and put it around the galaxy starting with his second home planet, Pax-Ingrid.

'Perfect' intoned the alien to the other, executing more simple sounding stylistic beeps and boops, with some bops interspersed.

'We have to get to 40 Prophet's Way. Let's input that into the teleportation kiosk,' beeped the smart alien to the happy alien. "Beep boop!" the happy one agreed enthusiastically.

Without much ado, the two hopped into the kiosk, inputted the information, and were whisked away to the precise destination that happened to have a kiosk right outside the entry point to the house. A cottage in the countryside it was, formed into the buttressing hills like hobbit houses, with the curvilinear function of y = -x squared.

'Thwack!' The aliens chucked the book at the door and were invisible when Jana opened the door, also hiding behind the bushes for good measure. They were just there to make sure that Tan Girl got linked up with the magical black book that they had picked up on a circular dimension out across a lay line from Tanzania out in the proverbial wild west of the solar nexus. Only once she picked it up off the door step and brought it inside, would they knew their work was done and would quickly book it back to their home ship to spy on her from afar with a small nano tracker that they'd stuck inside the book, so tiny that she'd never know, but which would charge from the negative electric ions in the ear and provide them with immediate feedback video of what she was up to. The fate of the world hung in the balance.

At the time, Australia was banned from posting on Facebook, and censorship of books and speech proctored the lands with the iron fist of a dying breed, a futile attempt through viral warfare to install smart cities (with Fouceault-esque Panopticon level surveillance of its citizens) and to supplant America with the CCP, under fascist leader Xi Jinping.

This one girl would, and now had the power to, turn this story around for America, for the world, for the benevolent beings across the Galaxy who sought only to protect our planetary sovereignty, rights, and free will.

"Is anyone there?" a tan cat-faced girl that came out called out into the night, meeting no response. 'The heck is this?' thought Jana to herself, stooping down to pick the thick little sparkly black book off the ground (Jana means the procurer of knowledge - Jnana is a branch of yoga referring to the understanding of its underlying wisdom-principles). There was something about it. She didn't understand that it was a magical item yet. It included a Pilot V5 pen with a full cartridge of fine ink, in a new color of blue she'd never seen before. 'Aquamarine...'she mused, clicking it open and having a go, sprawling her name in well-practiced loops over the first page. 'Strange.' Being a writer herself, she was of course familiar with the whole line of office supplies yet had never come into these specifically, ever, in her whole life. Would that she knew about its cosmic origins.

'I guess the thing to do is just... write in it,' she mused considerately. What else do you do when a mysterious object shows up on your porch in the middle of the night?

At first, she started projecting her wish fulfillment fantasies into it. "New bike," she wrote first, carefully and whimsically progressing her list. "Peace on Earth. / Money for mom's surgery / A car to evade proven patented nanotech testing by our oppressive plutocracy... Electric / Smallest coin-based cryptocurrencies rise / The whole US State collection of silver coins / Independence for Taiwan and Hong Kong / Flying cars / Jetpacks / Money to fund my inventions and app ideas, particularly for the underwater jetpack that I have designed perfectly....

She went to sleep that night feeling weirded out. Flying little black notebooks... appearing at *her* doorstep... whatever could be the cause? An enigma, to be sure.

The next morning the roosters crowed and woke her up at a proper hour to meet the dawn. She went downstairs to prepare some tea, and opened the front door to great the day when... what was this? Stacks of money, hovercrafts, the full collection of silver coins for each state in the country, a flying hydrogen electric car, a bike, and a newspaper showed up in her front yard, with the headlines sprawled across the front reading:"Peace Worldwide: Planet headed into Golden Age. Small cryptocurrencies rise."

For you see, this little black book that the aliens had found, could only be activated by a human with a humble and pure heart, an open mind, and a generous spirit. This was a magical item foretold of centuries ago by the Kabbalah and in the Emerald Tablets of Thoth (if you pattern the first letters of each paragraph, converted to a standard type of morse code).

Peace across the free world thanks to prosperity brought about by the rise of small decentralized currency systems, and new non-xenophobic trade practices that this young girl had wished for brought in a Renaissance, an Age of Enlightenment that would go on to rival even the Jade Empire. Across the galaxy, aliens and humans alike breathed a sigh of happiness and relief. Good had conquered evil across the cosmos and rung in a new epoch predicated upon peace, actual scientific advancement, and free will amongst mankind. And it was all because this one girl took a chance, on a little, black, book. Because you see, ideas are not only made in order to share information, but as well, to make real things in the world, happen.