“New Social Order”

It was during the time that the plague was at its highest level, the quarantine wasn’t working, and a military presence to enforce the lock-down had been deployed from the executive command. Chaos erupted daily in protest, forcing duty actions by whatever means necessary to contain and maintain control in what had become literally a war zone. The need for survival had turned to desperation when news of the real agenda became known to the people, and had fueled the driving force among them, driving them mad, pushing them far beyond the limits of rationality and reason. Even though radio and television broadcasts had been shut down along with the internet, news of the next convoy loaded with the mysterious vaccine still leaked out, intensifying their demands for transparency as aggression among the people grew out of control . . .

No match for the aging ruling elite, who needed something over them that would re-gain social control and behavior management.

It was confirmed however, that there had been an intentional man-made mutation created in one of the bio-med labs that developed the vaccine, contaminating the substance with bio-gen brain cells, capable of dominating and mutating human brain cells, re-structuring thought, memory, and motor function. All of this was part of the governing elites time-table, during the construction of the 5G cell towers ~ which did in fact interrupt human brain activity and learning capacity ~ the tainted vaccines were developed to manage human conformity for the new frontier of academia and social management, needed to survive into the beyond.

Society had become ablaze with fury, confusion, and contempt for the ruling elite, herding people into quarantine and dividing them into newly titled social blocks after obtaining their genetic makeup from the early nose swab testing program. The swabs had contained micro-chips that penetrated the brain, enabling the tracking and study of their genome structure, which then provided the information needed to divide the people into social levels based upon their genetic profile, learning capabilities, brain cell capacity, and behavioral patterns . . . a new social order.

Receiving the vaccine injection would stabilize their lives and ensure survival, the trade off however would be the reprogramming of the people to function as a productive society within the 5G timeline, and ultimately, be designated commodities for the new social order . . . With the restructuring of the societal social ladder, targeted marketing could then be directed more specifically with a no-fail accuracy, and finally, the corporate profit margins would soar off the charts. As with every catastrophic event throughout the lands, the economic system must break, followed by a term rebound, in order to reset the monetary value for the corporate elite and to increase their profit margins.

One event in history that had documented an on going system of breaking the economy, was the “Great Depression” (1929), and had continued since then, but during present times, the use of digital-tech (with its rapid growth and advances) generated even greater influence on society. The plague, with the testing and micro-chip tracking, the simultaneous deployment of the 5G cell towers and the vaccine, being among the first examples, resulting with the behavioral model needed to establish a new social order.

In the end, the people were not be able to recognize that anything within them had changed, however they were profoundly different from the non-vaccinated. Their learning capacity and brain cell function were supreme, however their social behavior was limited by design ~ with restrictions in place to interrupt human interaction ~ the focus being on AI interaction and digital engagement. The distinction would would prove to be the defining difference between apocalyptic survival and certain death, between a decayed implosive world set to self-destruct, and its evolvement into the new world horizon . . .

The new social order . . .

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It’s coming, and when it does, there will be so much corporate power and political agenda involved, not to mention the targeted marketing and collection of personal data, that for those those who remain will be like cyborgs attached to the governing elite, having lost all of your individuality and self expression to mainstream propaganda . . .

So onward with your fake profiles and emoji lifestyles, replacing real human conversation and social interaction along with meaningful content and uncensored non-biased journalism . . .

Fake world lost in tiny bubbles within the magnificent universe . . .

kxsxwrtr ~


“Into The Void”

Never forget that it ours to question, to know, and to understand the reasoning. A justifiable quest that will always be deserving and demanding of answers. To withhold, hide, or deceive through distraction or deception, then offers the right to pursue, out-maneuver , and disclose by whatever means necessary to obtain any value of transparency. It is insulting to think such measures would, or could, be accepted by an ever advancing society whose capacity to learn goes beyond the boundaries of academia. While there are those however who will be easily duped, only to comply and follow along suitably, there are also greater numbers of individuals growing everyday who already know something is terribly wrong. Here is where the division begins to pollute the blackened haze that surrounds the truth like a charred veil of uncertainty and death.

With censorship that abounds, and dirty money being funneled into corporate suites that are in bed with the governing elite, confusion also pollutes any sense of understanding, adding to the growing division, while the rungs of the social ladder crumble under panic and hysteria. Separating the elusive truth from illusion becomes futile, while integrity and humanity fade into the darkness of the unknown.

The wisdom of science and education have been muted while campaigns continue in pace with the agenda, the working poor continue to struggle in a system that has silenced their pleas, their identities buried, and their stories untold.

In the insanity of it all, we will learn more about ourselves than we ever were aware of, we will also learn more about others as well. What we never thought that we could do, and, realizing more or less in others than we knew, creating isolation and intolerance, while fear grips our very being. It has always been the fear of the unknown that holds us captive.

The greatest battle ever to be known will announce it’self as faith and fate collide, spilling out the wrath worldwide. Hope and peace will vanish amid the fire and rumbling lands as the death dancers celebrate the end days, it is imminent as society leans into the void . . .

Souls will meet their death as they pass downward to into hell’s inferno, while other souls shall be lifted upward into the heavens light, passing onto peaceful eternity . . .

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“Boy In The Bunker”

A mutant strain had been created in an unknown laboratory for the purpose of biological warfare, a silent drone attack then dispersed the substance into the air, creating a fatal mist that seized the village. Considered a test material for bio-warfare, then later classified as a virus, it proved to be fatal, as mutations and fatalities spread throughout the village. Although there had been other airborne agents before, none were as toxic as the classified virus, and would later be disclosed to have manifested during an experiment, mutating on its own, that rapidly grew out of control. It had been used for the testing of immune efficiency against viral and bacterial infection. However the fear and chaos created by its lethal potential was like nothing that had ever been experienced before. The small unknown village was among the first for the trial run, since it was considered to be far enough away from any metro area, should anything go wrong, which could then lead to catastrophic revelations. The experiment worsened when it was discovered that the deadly strain had been made too strong, causing fatalities from exposure in just eight minutes.

The teen boy had witnessed the devastation from the safety of a sealed concrete bunker under the house, where he had been tending to his model rocket collection, and heard the shrieks coming from the villagers outside. His name was Reg, he had made a model of the solar system, and was fascinated with rockets and space travel, having several completed model rockets and spaceships of his own. He liked to spend time in the bunker because it was where he had created his own imaginative world, where he could venture into the beyond.

The bunker was already there when his parents moved into the house, it had been left over from the war, and the family was considered fortunate to have obtained such a place. It was small in size, just eight feet square, having one small viewing portal just at the top of a corner where the concrete walls joined to meet the concrete roof eight feet above, it was just big enough to peer out at ground level, being just four inches high by eight inches wide. The small opening was filled with a thick piece of glass that had been taken from discarded stained glass used in a nearby church, then sealed with epoxy resin, some of which had oozed downward over the glass, leaving only a partial view through what had been left clear enough to see through. Beyond that was another eight inches of concrete to the outside of the structure, if the outside grass and dirt were kept up, one would have a partial view of the area directly ahead, however from the outside, the small opening was undetectable. Placing a wooden shoeshine box to stand on, was where Reg had witnessed what he could see and hear during the devastation, though muffled and with limited view, he was quite aware of the consequences, and knew that he must not stray from his safety inside the bunker. The bizarre occurrence would forever impact his life, and shape the course of his future . . .

Remaining inside the bunker for days afterword until authorities came to rescue him, Reg already understood all too well the reality of his parents fate, and that only he had survived . . . Saving what he could from his imaginative world of space to bring with him, he was then transported out of the village, and later relocated.

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The Mars Mission Site sprawled across the land that once was home to the small unknown village that had been forgotten after the viral fallout left the area devastated, and void of any life form, be it plant, animal, or human. Wiping out the residents quickly, before anyone realized what was happening to them, it was later dozed over as if it never existed, with the memories of that day buried along with it, also having been classified, but as an incident. The space program then began discovery of the beyond at a more accelerated pace, to know more about the options of interplanetary life, and would later would expand to the point of transporting humans to Mars for the purpose of regenerating new world colonies. The Moon had already been explored, with its own sub-colonies that had taken the discovery even farther, providing the foundation for the Mars expeditions, and the colonizers.

As he looked out over the enormity of the X-11 launch site from his tower office, Reg turned and reached up to a shelf where he had some rocket and spaceship models, as he adjusted the framed newspaper article about his rescue, in the photo he was holding one of the rockets displayed on his office shelf . . . he then looked out again across the site. Another mission to Mars was scheduled, and onboard would be more selected passengers for the new world colonies. Still after all the years, memories of his small unknown village being annihilated never left his mind, and was what had fueled his desire to learn more about space travel, to discover a better world, and to travel to the beyond . . .

Still devastation would follow, grinding more areas down to their charred blackened remains, while the need to explore the beyond became one with the need for survival, as time and life on Earth were held captive in uncertainty.

Only he knew that the bunker had survived, and where it remained entombed.

He was standing eighty floors up from it . . .

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“The Passenger”

The X-Rail sped along the tracks almost silently through the darkness, the only sound being the rush of air that swept up in its path. As he suddenly awakened from his sleep, he quietly looked around, feeling disoriented as to how he got there, and realized that he was alone. The rail car had another eighty seats, and a couple of cubed shaped private spaces to hold another twenty or so. Why was he alone on what appeared to be an abandoned railway car he thought, and why were there none behind or ahead of him, he decided to go have a look up front past a closed door, assuming there might be an engineer or conductor that could explain everything to him. Upon opening the door to what looked to be a control room, there was no one, only a digital dashboard on a panel that was in the center of the area, and four small windows curving around the nose of the rail car. Looking outside didn’t offer much of a view across the barren blackened landscape, except silhouettes of what was left of the bare and scraggly trees, illuminated by the largest sphere he’d ever seen. It was a magnificent site, filling the entire valley like a painting, with it’s reddish to orange glow highlighting the sloping hills of the countryside along the dark horizon. The giant sphere also provided the only light, as there were no street lights visible, or movements such as car headlights or landmarks that would suggest any living form. Thinking to himself that this obviously was back country or desert area that he had been traveling through, surely there must be a stop off in one of the upcoming towns. He returned to his seat, deciding to wait it out until then.

He awoke again after a period of time only to realize that nothing had changed around him, looking down at his watch he noticed the time had stopped, and looking out a small window near to him that the view hadn’t changed either, except that the illuminating reddish to orange sphere appeared to be much closer, and much larger than before. He pondered as to whether or not he was dreaming, but how could one have a dream about their presence in a dream, and question their presence in it at the same time (?) It was bizarre . . .

Being a model for future ground transportation, the X-Rail had been among the latest in automated engineering and high speed travel. It had an elongated cylinder shape a with rounded front that housed the control room, while the other end was equipped with high-tech boosters, traveling at hyper-speeds eight inches off the ground as it followed a buried underground circuit. With a capacity of one hundred, travelers could go from what used to be New York to the ruins of Los Angeles, in less than thirty minutes, virtually undetectable, and in complete silence.

There wasn’t much to see since the fallout, mostly a barren charred landscape left in the darkness, illuminated only by the reddish to orange glow from the large sphere that was Mars, and getting closer. Viral mutations from the recent biohazard substance that filled Earths atmosphere absorbed into the surface after the population had been overcome, causing Earths core to erupt, spilling out an intense hot vapor that devastated the landscape, leaving the charred blackened aftermath. As a result of that, Earths core temperature had been disrupted, causing it to move out of orbit aimlessly into space away from the Sun. The newly forming colonies on Mars then developed a way to bring the Earth closer by way of drawing what was left of Earths gravitational strength to their base command. It was estimated that less than one percent of the human population had survived, and it was only those that were selected from those remaining, that were being sent to Mars for the new world colonization. Those chosen ones were very few, and had been separated from the mutants, who were left behind to either fend for themselves or wither away.

He had been assigned his name for the new world awaiting his arrival on Mars, his identity would be introduced to the Mars colonies as Leg, he had been stamped with the H-88 tattoo at the rear of his neck, just above the spine, making him official, and that he was suitable for the regeneration and cloning. Leg was riding alone because the last round-up of suitable humans had revealed only one, which was him, and the reason he had survived while so many others perished, was because his genome structure had been designed years earlier, and the micro-chips that were inside the vaccine then tracked and maintained his genetic composition.

As the X-Rail reached its departure point, the sonic-boosters engaged, soaring quickly above Earths atmosphere, with destination Mars. The new world colonies would add another member to their perfect society structured of harvested genomes, Leg would be a part of the cloning that would regenerate a new population.

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