By Kurt Saxon.
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Chapter One:
THE DAY MARS INVADED WASHINGTON
Clarence hated Martians. He had hated them since he'd watched a science fiction story on Martian invaders a few weeks before on the ward's TV. This hatred and then fear was reinforced by a rerun of the old Kevin McCarthy version of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". He was the only person in the State Hospital who realized the Martians were getting in just like plant pods, growing bodies occupied by the souls of Martians.
To Clarence, movies were true and on purpose. They were made and shown to alert him to the dangers to those he loved, which was everybody. He retained them and called up incidents from them in flashbacks whenever he was uncertain. His guides saw to that.
So Clarence knew all about the Martians. But his doctor would not believe him. Not even when he told him, in great detail, the explanations given to him by the voices who counseled him and warned him of the danger to the country from the Martians. The attendants wouldn't listen and some even laughed.
Then his doctor had a stroke and had to go on indefinite leave. About that time, orders came to release the non-violents to make room for more patients. Overcrowding and under staffing made Clarence a good candidate for release. He was a gentle, caring person and his voices had never encouraged any troublesome conduct.
Had his doctor been there he would have warned the board. But he wasn't there and his scrawls were hard to read. Anyway, all those psychiatric terms were Greek to the social workers on the board. This amiable schizophrenic would be no problem, even if he did hate Martians.
One of the social workers read from Clarence's chart, as best she could, "...pathological hatred of Martians...spirit guides may direct him to...potential.." She put the chart down, saying, "I can't read this."
Jackson, senior board member said, "A lot of malarkey, if you ask me. I don't care if he hates Martians. He's got no record of bothering people. I vote we process him out of here."
Clarence's landlady in a rundown apartment house in downtown Washington was a sweet old redneck. As she opened the door to the little kitchenette she told him she was glad to rent to "one of us," tossing a glance over her shoulder at a black tenant. Clarence didn't follow her glance. It wouldn't have mattered, since Martians came in all colors to the unknowing. But he saw them as they were, gray, with great dark eyes, as the flying saucer contactees described them.
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Did you see the story out of Las Vegas?
Lol, wouldn't it be funny if this is was his inspiration?
I have no proof of that, but find it humorous.
Killing people is bad.