My graphic of what I think it looked like several thousands of years ago.
The research of John Jensen and Gary Schoening are impressive. I reviewed the material and did my own research. I could find nothing that disproved their speculation and research. In my opinion it is significant evidence that a large highly sophisticated population could have existed on the Earth many thousand years ago. This parallels my research presented in my book Volume 1, Mona Lisa on the Moon, Thirty-Two Thousand Years in the Making.
Actual Google Earth images of the remnants of the system
“The entire complex covers an area about equal in size to the State of Arizona in the USA. The canals are an integrated system of apparent irrigation and agricultural (and probably aquaculture) design. The system is about 350 miles in width and about 300 miles in depth. (For the remnants still visible.) This system represents roughly 67 MILLION acres of sustainable agriculture. Given the sophistication of design, it is entirely plausible to assume an above average yield, i.e. feeding well over 90 persons per acre on an annual basis. The system may or may not have provided a sustainable aquaculture (marine farming) environment. I have no reason to suspect that it did not.
Different estimates of the numbers of people this sustainable system would supply varies widely, though it is generally accepted that a system like this, if properly managed would provide a complete annual diet for somewhere between 60 to 120 people per acre. Which means this system was in fact providing food for an average of about 5 Billion people.”
First brought to my attention by Gary Schoening. Here is his original Vimeo post:http://vimeo.com/64351951
Three participating member reproductive system . . . that destroyed Mars
SEX, SEX, SEX
You will have to excuse me. It has been a long day and I agreed to meet Harry and his girlfriend in the Bar for a drink. That is him at the end of the Bar.
SEX, SEX, SEX from The Honest Alien, Al . . . a short story or possibly a book, Fiction or is it? . . . by George B. (All rights reserved published work (c) 2016 George B.)
Sex: By-the-way, my claim to fame is I suggested the two-sex reproductive system. Of which I am NOT a product of myself. Our Mono system is very boring and is the slowest foundation for evolutionary change and progress . . . relying primarily on spontaneous mutations caused by cosmic rays, etc. rather than being sped up by DNA re-combinations coming from at least two motivated and passionate donors. That is not to say there are not occasional DNA-swaps but it is most clinical and without emotion, passion or intrigue.
While I suggested the two-gender system. It was not my decision to make. But without my input it was going to be the mono sex system one finds in most of the Andromeda system. Being as I implied above, a rather boring process devoid of intrigue and romance at any level, I am very happy the two-sex system for Earth was adopted!
As a side note, the three-gender system has been used in your solar system resulting in a total disaster and is the reason there is no atmosphere left on Mars not to mention the destruction of that planet between Mars and Jupiter. How this happened is such a long story and would take too much time to explain right now. Needless to say, a three-legged stool is not more stable than a one or two-legged stool; at least when it comes to reproduction.
The system is a three-way DNA recombination. Theoretically, this results in quicker evolution, a lower birth rate but higher offspring survival to reproductive age.
This requires an egg donor, sperm donor and the incubator. A process where all three must be present at the same time. The incubator having the only uterus of the three and also possesses a full set of DNA, which will not activate without the other two DNA sources mixing and matching with the third set.
Interestingly all three must be there, not for fertilization, but to assure zygote maturation. Unlike the mono and two- sex gender systems which evolve naturally the three-gender system is artificially derived through genetic manipulation.
It was developed to maximizes the rate of genetic re-combinations thereby increasing the rate of evolution by one third.
Though the three-gender system has its advantages . . . it was a complete failure on Mars. My counterpart Harry is the culprit on this one. He was early in his tenure as an operative and wanted to quickly bring Mars to the evolutionary equivalent of a much older planet.
What an idiot!! If he had only studied the archives in the Orion System he would have known that disaster is the consequence of pushing physical evolution faster than a species is able to integrate its new-found capabilities. As you Earth people say it was a “Train Wreck!”
We were lucky we only lost the atmosphere on Mars and unfortunately our planet listening post between Mars and Jupiter. The Asteroid belt is now an interesting feature of your solar system but the planet there was really a nice observation platform for the TrollShillian Collective. However, we were able to move it to Ceres, the destroyed Planet’s moon.
And to think this could have been avoided simply by a low-level civil servant doing the proper amount of due diligence and research before tinkering with reproduction strategies.
You think the war between two sexes is bad, just think about a third participant in the mix!!
Harry, was punished by the TrollShillian Collective for his screw up on Mars
I hope you don’t mind if I
smoke. Smoking is a nasty habit from Earth that has become the rage in the
Collective. You amaze us by your desire to degrade, destroy and otherwise
commit slow suicide in the quest for temporary pleasure and escape. How we love
you guys!
In case you are curious, the creature to my left
is Sam, a close associate of Harry. You met Harry and his girlfriend in the Bar
previously. They are both staying with me a few days. Seems Harry and Sam got a
chance to escape the water world they were sentenced to because of their less
than stellar management of Mars. A constant reminder the Collective never
forgives or forgets.
Sam, Mr Mars screw-up operative, is now on a squid
dominated water world, no mixed drinks, nothing but sushi, and water polo
instead of golf! He and Sam are now an eternal example of don’t piss off the
management!
In contrast to Mona’s
preparation, Gilda’s consisted of eating fewer desserts. She was so confident
of her victory that she didn’t even consider a strategy in the unlikely chance
she lost. Without question, her arrogance was one of her best qualities. Without such extreme hubris, she would have
been just one of the dull queens in the Swarm’s history. Gilda craved
adulation, fame and eternal renown. She fantasized this competition being
immortalized as an epic battle between the greatest queen ever and the upstart
alien aided by the treasonous shock troop commander. To guarantee her place as a living legend,
not only did Gilda need to crush CapHead and Mona, but she had to make sure
they were considered formidable threats.
Sue Meets ManKiller, vignette from Volume 1, Mona Lisa on the Moon, Thirty-Two Thousand Years in the Making
Dr. Sue Grammar, professor of antiquities and World Alliance
War Planning Committee member, was balled up in a tight fetal position in the
shower stall of her private apartment, considering thoughts of suicide.
Sue screamed to herself, “What the hell did I do? Sure, be a patriot! Step up and be the mother of a new civilization. Save humankind from extinction. I believed my own trite propaganda. I volunteered for this—first in line to be permanently modified … God, this sucks!”
The Honest Alien, a short story or possibly a book, Fiction or is it? . . . by George B. (All rights reserved published work (c) 2016 George B.)
In the tradition of the Collective, we conquer what we pervert . . . and more completely pervert what we conquer.
We accomplish our goals by creating chaos, confusion and deprivation, without which there is truly no control.
Since the Swamp is already a cesspool of rot and decay, how could we make it worse you ask? Well, you underestimate me. Though it looks chaotic, it is rather a well balanced ecosystem. You see I am special because I can see this intricate structure. The Swamp has an amazing myriad of checks, balances and feed back systems already embedded. These I can, and will compromise. I am the destroyer, the provocateur, the Lord of Flies.
Simply, to grow a crop (or anything else) one needs to disrupt or destroy, seed or infest and then tend or nurture the crop. Later one then harvests the fruits of ones labors. And then you just repeat the cycle over and over again.
Often one needs to eliminate (or as you like to say, throw someone under the bus) like Mayhem (the Bug in the Operation Sheba tamed). When this becomes necessary, so be it, their bodies just become good fertilizer. As they rot, they feed the crops with nutrients. Are you beginning to get the picture I am painting?
I simply identify and then target the weakest link, pervert it, then use it to disrupt or leap frog over and neutralize other foundational structures. Before anyone suspects, I am in control. Everyone is confused and disoriented except me. I know what is coming next, so I dictate the context and flow of all future events. No one is my equal. So, that idiot they replaced me with as the Earth’s Station Chief will eventually find out this fact as well.
