As we stood uncertainly examining the vast throng of humanity that stood before us, a great cheering began and out of the center of the crowd came two of the most dazzling individuals that I had ever seen outside of a rock concert. As they came closer I could see a powerfully built man at least six and a half feet in height and with a massively handsome face as hard as though it had been chipped out of granite. He was dressed in white robes embroidered with blue, yellow, and green stones and thousands of what looked like sequins that sparkled in the noonday sun. This, I thought, must be the president of Micro Island, Elgon 'Ten,' formerly level seven in the Macro society some 80 years ago.
He had regressed in awareness level, then added 'Ten' to his name and declared himself level ten. He had stopped wearing the aura-reflecting tunic at the same time.
My attention turned to the woman at Elgon's side who I knew must be Sela 'Nine,' the regressed level six who had been Elgon's Alpha mate. Since I knew she had left the Macro society 70 years ago, I realized that she must now be well over a hundred years old, yet she didn't look a day over twenty-five. Her beauty was the lush sexually stimulating glitter of a film star.
She was so powerfully alluring that I felt my whole body tingling in response to the sight of her. Her costume was a stunning and lascivious creation that bared unnaturally large, firm breasts whose uptilted nipples were touched with a glistening red substance. While the upper part of her gown was little more than an open halter, covered with ermine-like fur sprinkled with green emeralds, the skirt was flowing red velvet slit to the waist on both sides to reveal the most voluptuously exciting legs I had ever seen.
Suddenly Carol's soft laughter echoed through my mind as I heard her thinking to me, 'I hope you haven't forgotten about Lea and me already!'
With more effort than I thought it would take, I shifted my gaze from Sela to Carol and washed my mind in her fresh, clear loveliness. At last I managed a wry smile. 'Thanks for pulling me out before I drowned.'
'I was almost overwhelmed by lust for Elgon,' Carol admitted. 'Then I realized there must be hundreds of his telepathic assistants in this crowd trying to telehypnotize us into believing that we can't live without the sexual pleasure of those two.'
'So that's why-' I began when Carol interrupted me with the warning, 'Prepare your mind to be attacked and remember your last Macro contact.'
I had just enough time to begin the process of Macro contact recall when I felt the delicious contact of Sela's body pressed against mine and the incredibly exciting sensation of her wet tongue touching my lips, then slipping inside my mouth.
Dimly I heard Carol's voice saying, 'Please let me go, Elgon. Your overly sexual greetings are not part of our customs, as you well know.'
From somewhere deep within my mind I summoned the strength to push Sela gently but firmly away from me. She smiled a mocking smile, and I noticed that there were dangerous lights dancing– hypnotically in her glorious eyes. They were darker than the darkest night of hell.
It was not until then that I noticed her magnificent mane of glistening mahogany hair that fell to her waist in rich graceful waves.
'Welcome to Micro Island,' Elgon said in a deep resonant voice that I immediately recognized as being powerfully hypnotic. 'I am Elgon Ten, President of Micro Island.'
'Thank you,' I managed to respond in a relatively calm voice. 'But if you don't want us to turn around immediately to seek sanctuary behind the force field, you'll have to end the hypnotic barrage.'
Elgon locked his eyes with mine and I felt suddenly as if I were teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice. It took all of my deepest mind strength to overcome the lethal desire to fall into the abyss below. I wrenched my gaze away from his eyes and heard him laughing in a great booming voice. As I turned to Carol he said, 'Have no fear, Jon Ten. You have just demonstrated tenth-level awareness by resisting not only the mind of Sela Nine and myself but also of the thousand telepathically, linked minds who were sending their hypnotic suggestions at you. You have succeeded beyond anything we imagined, and I promise you we will make no more futile attempts to control your mind. You are Jon Ten and truly as great as I.'
'Master,' Sela cried out, and knelt before me, 'let us show you our island and truly answer all your questions so the misconceptions that C.I. has implanted in your mind will be balanced at last by the truth.'
I turned back to Elgon and said, 'All right, show us your island.'
Sela was back on her feet and shaking her head, 'The invitation to visit our island extends only to you, Jon Ten.'
'I'm sorry, but I must insist on taking Carol with me wherever I go,' I said, deliberately addressing this remark to Elgon and ignoring Sela.
Elgon shrugged his powerful shoulders and said, 'Our admiration for you, Jon Ten, is so great that we will bow to your wishes.'
Saying this, he made a signal to the crowd, which immediately parted, allowing us passage to where a large open-topped transair stood. Carol and I followed Elgon and Sela into the rear portion of this conveyance that appeared to have two drivers up front separated from the six-swivel-seated passenger compartment by a glasslike partition. We all took seats except Elgon, who remained standing to accept the cheers of the wildly shouting crowd as our vehicle moved slowly past.
When we had left the crowd behind, the transair rose to about 300 feet off the ground and proceeded at a very slow pace, possibly 50 miles an hour, toward the interior of the island. Elgon, after a last wave at the distant crowd, seated himself facing us and began telling us about Micro Island. I'll summarize its main features.
Micro Island had a population of a little over three million and was divided into five states, each of which had its own language, religion, and color. When Elgon assumed the presidency of the island, by virtue of his superior Macro powers, he established firm territorial boundaries for the five states.
The island was roughly circular in shape and Elgon had divided it into five pie-shaped triangles which allowed the states to have a common center, a circle which covered an area of approximately 75 square miles, belonging to Elgon as supreme leader. When I asked him why he permitted all the divisions into separate states, religions, races, and languages he responded by saying, 'The history of the world has proven that man evolves fastest when he is divided so that conflict and competition can encourage growth.'
For a moment I thought he was being facetious, but then I saw the fanatical gleam in his eye and realized that he was dead serious.
'Oh, I know,' he continued, 'that the Macro society has brainwashed you into accepting pious ideas of unity and love, but those are illusions at the micro level which we inhabit. If God had wished Macro unity to exist at the micro levels, he would have arranged it that way. On this planet we live on the micro level where conflict and competition are universal laws. Macro man who denies these laws has no place here and will eventually be forced into some other dimension.'
'According to the Macro philosophers,' I replied, 'it is micro man who has been forced into other dimensions, as this planet has been upgraded from a micro one to a Macro one.'
'Those are lies,' he said, 'perpetuated by decadent Macro beings trying to destroy the vitality and strength of micro man. But let me show you the exciting, interesting lives our people live and you can compare their existence with the decadent life of the Macro society.'
Elgon must have sent a telepathic message to the driver, for we suddenly swooped close to the ground so that Elgon could point out the many people working in the fields and some nearby factories. Either in the factories, fields, or service jobs Elgon bragged that micro man worked eight hours a day six days a week, which kept him free from the lazy existence of the Macro society.
I questioned him about the people working in the fields and factories on a day which he himself had proclaimed a national holiday. He responded by saying that only in this area were people working so we could inspect their work if we wanted to. I declined.
As we came very close to the workers in the fields I was surprised to notice the intense yellow color of their skin as I remembered that the crowds outside the Macro society base had been white. When I asked Elgon about this, he explained that due to the sinful mixing of the races the original colors were no longer pure so they used artificial dyes to provide the five basic skin colors: black, brown, red, yellow, and white. Their five states were named for these colors.
Our transair landed near a small town that reminded me of a rural community back in the middle 1900s. Elgon opened the door for us and said, 'We want you to go talk to the people of this village or any village you wish.