Galvanising Ahura Mazdah

A long time ago, on a moon far, far away...

I had been living on the moon for nearly a year now. A year ago I had left my home on Earth to travel to the desert world of Ahura Mazdah in an attempt to save its people from extinction. Arriving at the small port town of Aban, I was greeted by a man named Daft who offered me shelter and work as I recovered from the journey. He told me that he had lived alone in Aban for many years, his wife and children all having died from the plague that had swept through Ahura Mazdah over a hundred years previously. It was only those with a strong immune system that were able to survive, so Daft was one of the few that remained.

He had worked for the pharmaceutical company on Earth known as Edison Pharmaceuticals. While working there he had discovered ways to create medicines and vaccines which could be used to help protect against diseases such as the one that almost wiped out his family. The company saw this as an opportunity and sent him off towards Ahura Mazdah, promising him riches beyond his wildest dreams if he succeeded in bringing back samples of the native flora and fauna. The moon of Ahura Mazdah was once filled with beautiful plant life and creatures unlike anything seen on Earth but before Daft arrived it was now a barren wasteland, seemingly lifeless apart from the tribes of humans who wandered aimlessly across its surface.

Daft set up shop in town and began producing medicine for his fellow humans, hoping that their health would improve enough for them to start repopulating the moon once again. Although there were some improvements in health, it was clear from talking with the locals that there were still many more sick than well. Many of them spoke of seeing strange beings roaming around at night time; beings they claimed came down from heaven to tell stories and pass messages between each other. They also spoke of strange lights which streaked across the sky during certain times of day and night.

I asked Daft what he thought these lights were, hoping he might have an answer but he just shrugged his shoulders saying "Nobody knows what they are."

As time went by, I realized that not only did many people suffer in ill health but their minds seemed clouded as well, unable to think clearly or see past their own self-interest. The local tribes blamed this on the "angels" who they said had visited them during their sleep, telling them about heaven, about how wonderful it was and how miserable life here was compared to it. Although Daft believed that this may have been true, he wasn't convinced that these beings were really angels rather than simply being something else wearing costumes which looked like angels might wear; possibly another tribe seeking to conquer or destroy those around them using religious beliefs to manipulate them into acting how they wanted them too. This made sense too because whenever someone fell ill or became injured someone would always claim it was because they hadn't listened to god's word enough or done something wrong in some way which angered him so greatly he had sent his angels down here to hurt them as punishment for their sins. No one ever questioned these claims either; they accepted everything they heard unquestioningly believing every word uttered by these apparent messengers of God without question because they found it easier than facing reality themselves. If they believed this then they wouldn't have to face up to how bad things really were here; they would have an excuse not to do anything about it; not even care honestly believing any problems would just sort themselves out eventually anyway so why bother trying? Better just sit back and hope for the best than try and make your own destiny after all!

While I didn't understand how anyone could be so naive as to believe such nonsense, I did, however, understand why someone might want an easy excuse like this; after all, everyone needs something different whether it be religion or drugs or both- whatever will help you escape from reality is what you'll turn to if you can't face up to your problems honestly yourself. However, even if only for my own sanity, I couldn't allow myself to believe such ridiculous things, so instead, I tried hard not to listen when others talked about their beliefs, knowing I would only get upset hearing about all these poor deluded fools who clung onto false hope as tightly as they clung onto their beliefs because believing these things helped them feel better about themselves whether it be by making them feel unique or special somehow or giving them an excuse not to change themselves in any way or simply helping them cope with all the hardships life throws at you otherwise we'd all probably go mad! Yes, maybe worshipping fake angels is easier than doing something real but just because one choice is easier doesn't make it right! Sometimes you have no choice but to do what's right even if only because nothing else is left! It doesn't make you weak if you have no choice but to choose wisely over simply choosing