New Cosmic Rectification

Amitiel's Citadel, Neptune Orbit

Cthulhu's vast mind had partially withdrawn from its focus on Terra, his consciousness now intertwined with Amitiel's in planning the next phase of her "Cosmic Rectification." The echoes of his guttural, reality-warping voice still vibrated in the command room of the Netlin Mothership.

Amitiel, with icy efficiency, began dictating operational directives to his Luciferian lieutenants. His eyes, like distant quasars, reflected the complex holographic diagrams forming in the air around him, detailing the reengineering of entire civilizations.

"The Great Old One's directive is clear and impeccable in its logic," Amitiel projected, his mental voice resonating with the authority of Absolute Order. "The subjugation of the rebel factions of Lyra, and the continued management of Terra, will be achieved not through crude annihilation—though that is always a reserved option—but through a... meticulously orchestrated assignment of roles within our New Cosmic Order. Each of these so-called 'independent powers' will play their assigned part in the grand theater of 'liberation' and 'progress' that we will direct, both for themselves and for the human flock on Terra."

A Luciferian Netlin, whose body of pure light seemed carved from obsidian and ice, inclined his angelic head. "We understand, Supreme Commander. What will be the specific guidelines for the Lyran factions and the new economic blocs on Terra?"

Amitiel allowed himself a smile that was the antithesis of warmth. "Precision and deception, Harbinger. Precision and deception."

He began outlining the plan, each word falling like a fragment of a dying star:

"The Grays, from the inner systems of Zeta Reticuli," the image of their disc-shaped ships and their thin, big-headed figures appeared on the hologram. "Their nature is already feared and misunderstood by many young species. They will continue their programs of abduction and genetic experimentation, perhaps even with slightly increased frequency and calculated visibility in certain planetary sectors. They will be allowed, or actively encouraged, to make themselves seem like the 'silent villains' in the cosmic drama, the enigmatic abductors of bodies and minds. This will generate a particular form of paranoid fear, a distrust of the unknown and the alien, which is... productive for the harvesting of adrenic energies based on uncertainty."

The projection changed, now showing tall, almost painfully beautiful beings with silver hair and icy blue eyes, wrapped in robes that seemed woven from moonlight. "But fear needs a counterpoint so that hope and despair can fluctuate optimally, maximizing energetic performance. To do this, we will activate or 'guide' the Nordic Beings—a minor faction of a forgotten branch of the Lyreans, or perhaps a more subtle Netlin creation from ages past, conveniently rediscovered. They will present themselves as beacons of light in the darkness, beings of immense wisdom and compassion. They will pose as good beings, offering selective 'aid' to 'deserving' civilizations, promoting a philosophy of 'cosmic unity' and 'spiritual ascension,' and veiledly opposing the 'excesses' of the Grays and other 'hostile elements.' They will be our shepherds of illusory hope, guiding the gullible flocks into our fold of control."

"The Draconic Saurians and other influential Reptilian clans," Amitiel continued, the image now showing these scaly, powerful beings, "with their vast, though often antiquated, technological base and understanding of power hierarchies, will continue to share fragments of their technology—weaponry, propulsion, shields—among the various minor factions, including Terra, but always in a controlled and limited way. Enough to generate breakthroughs that maintain the illusion of progress, enough to create dependencies and small but constant conflicts for technological superiority, but never enough for any faction, human or alien, to pose a real threat to our dominance."

"The Insectoid Swarms," ​​the projection now showed their biomechanical hive ships, "with their astonishing efficiency in mass production and their infrastructure and communications technology, will share much of this technology with the economic blocs we will designate in Europe and North America on Terra. This will accelerate their surface 'development' and economic interdependence, making them easier to ma

We, directly through covert Luciferian conduits and 'fortuitous technological discoveries,' will offer them new technology, even more advanced and subtle in its capacity for social control and information. This will make them appear more innovative, 'smarter' in the eyes of the world, more capable of challenging the Western blocs in a new technological cold war. This rivalry will fuel the narrative of a global competition for supremacy, a constant driver of stress, ambition, and, of course, precious adrenic energies."

"And so," concluded Amitiel, surveying the complex map of manipulations with cold satisfaction, "economic and technological power on Terra will be carefully divided, making its inhabitants, and perhaps even some of the leaders of the blocs not directly under our control, believe that someone is going to win this great technological and economic war, that there is a real possibility of achieving a 'balance' of power or a definitive ideological victory. The constant tension, the struggle for advantage, the ups and downs of this orchestrated competition... all of this will generate a continuous and exquisite flow of the emotional energies that the Great Old One and our Eternal Order require for their sustenance and expansion."

The Luciferian Netlin lieutenants, beings of cold light and implacable logic, absorbed every word, their minds already translating the directives into complex algorithms of influence, propaganda, and controlled destabilization. The Grand Confederation, under the guise of Universal Brotherhood, prepared to weave its web of deception across the stars, turning friend and foe alike into mere cogs in its vast emotional harvesting machinery. The cosmic order that was always meant to be, according to Amitiel and Cthulhu, was one step closer to its terrible realization.

nage as cohesive productive and consumer units within their sphere of influence."

Amitiel's smile turned almost predatory. "But for the new Asian bloc on Terra, the one that will rise as an apparent and formidable counterweight to the West,