The World of Multicellular

In a while I found myself in the studio. Shaitan came with me. He just couldn't let me go alone though no one had invited him, even me.
The studio was a huge hall with hundreds of common people. They were sitting, looking around stupidly and smiling. Everyone had a remote controller with the help of which they could manage that mad show. There were a lot of politicians delivering speeches and among them were absolutely cracked Unicellular representatives of the Supreme Government and demoncracy - Timoshenko, Yanukovich, Yuschenko, Kuchma, Yatsenyuk, Tigipko, Kravchuk and others. There were also a number of foreign guests. Shaitan always said that foreign countries shouldn't exist. All these representatives of demoncratic power are sheer rubbish. The power should be given to Multicellular Truth Authorities who unlike these Unicellular fools not only have their laws but also observe them. (…) Shaitan told me many times that no one ever audited the Unicellulars' initial capital. They only took and gave bribes (the more colloquial term is "kickbacks"). (…)
Behind a glamorous show that these quasi-politicians organized they couldn't see the pitiful and sad life of common people whose representatives were sitting in the studio and applauding when big red words "Applause" appeared on a huge screen above their heads. That was very impressive.
On the whole it was a quasi-political TV show without banners and active brain wash. The show was led by a man called Non-Savik Non-Shuster. The thing I liked most about the show was that it was broadcast live. The corresponding words were shown on the screen but in my eyes, in the light of my mind I was able to discern the word "Death" instead. Besides, I saw drops of blood dribbling from the strikethrough word "LIVE" and those were the drops of my hatred towards the fallen mankind. I was looking fantastic. I was wearing a mask of a smiling hare with little ears and a Ku Klux Klan-style robe with a pentagram on the chest and a fylfot on the place where the heart should be. I was looking as a Devil coming down from the Heavens… Or rather coming up from Hell. I came to this abominable fallen world in order to bring the Last Judgment and to save everyone from the Doomsday. I was wearing twisted horns like Satan's and wings of light like Lucifer's. My eyes were deep and expressive, like a pure lake in a bright day. They reminded the eyes of aliens that people used to draw in their comic books. Those merry green creatures…
Besides, I was wearing bright shoes rather than shabby sandals like that Jesus the Carpenter who was crucified by moronic Unicellulars and then proclaimed their Great God… The God of foolishness and complete idiocy.
In the shoes there weren't my legs as Shaitan occupied my human body. The one I had occupied before. And now these legs were carrying me in the opposite direction from the mankind and ignorance. In the direction of aliens!
On that wonderful day I was holding not a baseball bat or a spade or a sword in my hand. I was holding an exquisite 'Champion" petrol-powered saw of the latest "137" model (by the way, the company was named after me). Drops of still warm blood of Unicellulars were trickling down from it. In the other hand I was holding Serpent-headed Hermes Warder. It was the warder of Gods' Herald, Consoler and Holy Spirit which is mentioned in all Buddhist, Christian, Muslim, Pagan and other books. My name was Maytreya. For those who don't know it I would explain. Maytreya is Great Prophet, God of new world order. Maytreya is a unique bodhisattva honoured by all the branches of Buddhism. The prophecies said that "he would be memorized as a wrathful defender of the faith". And it will really happen, mark my words. "He will come from the East with a symbol of his Realm". He has already come.
(…) In a letter to Caesar Michel Nostradamus indicated the time of my coming: "One day people's ignorance will be over and that day the supremacy of the greatest enlightenment".