Mister Scribbles

  (The National Institute of Co-ordinated Experiments is dedicated to purifying the Earth of 'unnecessary' organic life.  Under the impression that the scientists involved are in control of the institute, they have the severed head of an executed murderer, François Alcasan, which will be used for a supremely evil purpose. There is an elaborate mechanism that keeps the head alive, or so they think.  In actuality the head is for the physical embodiment of the Macrobes, aka the Dark Eldils, malevolent beings who lust for control of the Earth.  The Earth is known as the Silent Planet as it is alone and cut off from the community of God.  There is a barrier that doesn't permit direct supernatural action upon the Earth. But- by allowing entrance of the Macrobes unto the planet, they have also allowed the Other Side physical existence as well.  In the above 3 of the scientists pray before The Head, which drools oils and speaks via an air pump machine.  To...

There was a tremendous difference between the liner and the ferry in Mercer's treatment. On the liner, the attendants made gibes when they brought him his food. "Scream good and loud," said one rat-faced steward, "and then we'll know it's you when they broadcast the sounds of punishment on the Emperor's birthday." The other, fat steward ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his thick purple-red lips one time and said, "Stands to reason, man. If you hurt all the time, the whole lot of you would die. Something pretty good must happen, along with the—whatchamacallit. Maybe you turn to a woman. Maybe you turn into two people. Listen, cousin, if it's real crazy fun, let me know...." Mercer said nothing. Mercer had enough troubles of his own not to wonder about the daydreams of nasty men. At the ferry it was different. The biopharmaceutical staff was deft, impersonal, quick in removing his shackles. They took off all his priso...