Ickapoo is an Alien. His memory is of his dead alien family. But what if his memories are implants? What if he has forgotten who he really is, who his true friends, family are? We are slaves by choice, forgetting the truth to conform by the lies we are fed. To truly discover our identities we have to forget, shrug off our mortal coil, deprogram our false memories, and search for Ultimate Reality which is concealed by the Programmers, coders, architects of the Beast system to remember true identities in the Eternal, rather than Temporal scheme of history, the Divine Comedy which will profit the true lambs, doves and meek rather than the Egotistical, Swaggering, vain Narcissists who enthrone themselves not knowing they are fools and dust who will return to the ultimate abyss for their vanity.