The Committee gave me permission to reveal part of the grand plan for our planetary ecosystem.

As you know, many of the so-called species exhibit a style of behaviour we call socialism (the social kind, not the political kind, and not necessarily social kindness, either).

In order to complete the assignment, the only true function, of the Committee – its raison d’être and joie de vivre wrapped up into one,  if you will – we have decided to show what should be perfectly obvious to you by now.

Throughout history, we have attempted to turn the planet into a superhuman.

Civilisation after civilisation, we have encouraged the development of roads and speedy communications systems to emulate a superset of thoughts flowing over the set of thoughts of individuals like you and me.

With time, we will succeed.

Regardless of the success of the current version of a global village, we are learning much.

For instance, we have very nearly completed the construction of the electrical wiring and automatic functions that serve as a virtual brain stem.

Some rudimentary memory and emotional systems are in the works.

However, based on projections for environmental reconfiguration* that our neutral scientists on retainer provided for a lifetime supply of sponge cakes, we aren’t positively sure that we’ll complete the planet-as-superhuman-model in the next few hundred years before we run of the resources we’ve dedicated to the latest version (in other words, we let you determine the construction method while we provide a general guiding hand).

[*we highly recommend that you refrain from thinking in terms of “global warming” or “climate change,” because it’s much more complicated than a few soundbites or catchphrases; speaking of which, is the APstylebook even necessary anymore?  Doesn’t anything go in this multicultural symphony of phonemes, phonies and mobl fon txtrs?]

Now, can you see how important you are as a node within a node within a node?

One friend of mine still thinks that it’s aliens that are controlling us like little robots doing their bidding.  He has built up a whole series of theories that constitute a personal religion to him.

I give him his freedom to believe what he wishes, as long as he doesn’t decide to dissect me to look for the microcontroller that’s embedded in my brain and has tentacles than run throughout my body (yes, you can see how he’s influenced by movies (“MIB,” “ID4,” etc.) to believe that the brain and nervous system are actual parts of an alien-based controlling subsystem).

My job, while exposing the fraudulent detractors, is to keep you focused on the big picture.  The NDA prevents me from shouting out everything I know but don’t know how to describe all at once (or simply don’t know how to describe).

I’ll keep trying.

I’ve shown you how easy it is to rile some of you up, throw out the bait and set the hook to capture your undivided attention.

Let’s get busy.  We have the opportunity to do this right (even if there’s no right answer).

Billions of us will die before it’s all said and done but that’s the way it’s always been – don’t know why I get upset knowing so few of us will live to complete the current assignment, which may still take several iterations of global civilisation re/construction.

I have my specific assignment to complete, also, putting many of you to use without your knowledge.  Don’t worry – you’ll get credit.

Just like LaTonya at the main Red Cross office who arranged my apheresis appointment so I can save lives of people I’ll probably never know or meet.

Or Jennifer Garner, who hired a band to entertain behind-the-scenes workers like my former schoolmate, Toby Sells, FX artiste.

Or Brett Frasier, who is supporting the global war on terrorism from “behind the fence,” as they say.

Or the people on both sides of the major line of disagreement in Libya – you have families to raise and tell your reasons for resisting the other side – your arguments are valid but only one major storyline will be written in the history books about your sacrifice.