Project NEM

The voices turned into nothingness. Finally…and then just as suddenly everything was pain again. I moaned…I woke up and saw people looking down from over me. Then I looked down and saw blood all over my stomach. At my side stood my friends and at my right stood my sister, Molly. My sister was alive?

“Molly?”

She looked upset. She didn’t speak to me for a minute and then her face turned slightly red. She was holding back tears, “I missed you.” Then she reached over and hugged me close.

And then the tears started streaming from my eyes, “I missed you too.” She just stared. “Do you think it’s too late? I want to find Bobby.” Then another girl put a hand on her shoulder. They took me to a place hidden by giant boulders; there they helped to bandage my wound.

“I started crying and was confused. I decided my last hope was to find the Wasteland where everyone goes, but I wasn’t sure which door would bring me there. I finally saw the name that you had mentioned and tried to get into the machine when someone grabbed me and took me here to this place.

The Wasteland

The scientists tried to control me, to drown out my thoughts with rules and games. I defeated the program, I won. I took over the hologram. I found these people here, these people Sarah, Molly whispered into my ear, “I made them come here, I called them here for you and Bobby. They told me you would be coming back as well. We have to defeat the Matrix!”

“I’m glad you’re all alive,” I said but I was shaking, “How are we still alive and what is the Matrix?”

Molly replied, “We’re the children of a forgotten time....”

“Are you sure you’re really Molly, my sister?”

I thought that maybe I had found her at last. I felt, rather than thought anything and that huge building with fences and policemen and tortured children, not even they could break our family apart. I found suddenly the river was full of people. The people from every part of the world here. Angels? Avatars? Ghosts?

The Chosen ones had risen again. I didn’t know how though. Why did the vision seem so real? These avatar-people were like the ones I had called out to who I wanted to help in so many ways while I lay dying in the river. I said a prayer to myself and for the first time, I realized that I didn’t need to wander alone so much anymore. I was safe. I didn’t need to be afraid as I sat there with my sister Molly and watched the great building light up, like some brilliant star lost in outer space.

“The dreams we forget upon waking are real, after all.”

Molly had defeated the algorithm again. The Architects were looking for Sarah and a girl named Molly who had been found once again after an accidental time-jump. She was somewhere in district 12 isolated in a holding cell at the Center of Amnesia.

The deadly storm was close as they waited for everything to change. Adam was using the breathalyzer machine; he was drunk and high at the end of the world. Jenny found the last two humans left in the airport; they were staring calmly into the windows shaking from impending doom and massive hurricanes and storms.

The socialists may have outlived the war and the super virus but could not outlast the damage done to the air and sea; what was left of America, the souls of us spinning and flying as the mountains sank beneath the water.

The hurricanes were going to finish the job for us and what was left of Europe. “Are you sure about that? This one still has light in her eyes.” I tried to understand.

I jumped off into the space even despite my fear. It was emptiness and darkness. I knew I would remain floating the dark space forever…. but then I started to feel lighter, I started to rise—I did not fall--I could finally fly. Tears fell like rain from my eyes. “I am not yours to control! I know the truth!!”

“And the dreams we forget upon waking are real!”

The future does not end with an explosion and that there is a plan for all of us so blink and open our eyes; see, its somehow different from in each fading moment to the next frame--the big empty universe it has a name and the story of a curse and our descent into the ocean between worlds.

Dear children, I will soon be embarking on the first human mission to Mars. Scientists have speculated there is a chance of microbial life on Mars, and we plan to transform this island in the galaxy to eventually make it habitable for humans. New Earth is dying; hurricanes and tsunamis have wiped out much of the land already. Mars is our only hope or so the scientists say....

He was but merely a projection of forgotten stories and impossible theories. They called him Icarus. He lived in a forgotten kingdom; a castle wedged between worlds. Her name was Sarah, and she lived in a hidden universe. CERN discovered time travel, and the architects of a false paradigm were experimenting with future timelines, they sought to replace the truth-keepers who were also divine.

The truth-keepers survived the massive attack, and though compelled to confess their ultimate secrets to the elect seven overlords. The truth would set them free. She plugged the hemi-sync device into the screen, it began its circular dance of colors and buzzing frequents that would lull the dreamers to sleep, and thus began the Astral Hypnosis, and thus began her journey into the fifth dimensional hydra where she would have to meet vector the robot psi that was engineered by elect number 6 to oppress those who sought truth and peace, or powers-determined notions. She had to offer Vector her secret weapon in order to pass through the Hellish-Gates to the Metropia....

“I have the Hex Key you’re so after”

Meridia had been the ruination of a third world revolution. The dreamers were silenced, micro-frontier machinations, the others as they were mere tools for proliferation and false profiteering to anyone who’d take their sign. Merida is where Sarah fled from when she came to Citibank which used to be the capital of the world. Molly, Sarah’s sister, found herself back in Amnesia looking across the time-screens for the avatar.

Molly was coming back to Metropia with some special info. and bits of data that would be considered an asset to New Earth. If only she could teleport between the vortex, but alas a mere projection could not cross the thresholds of time. Vector said it would be impossible to hex the Matrix after what she had exposed the last time.

This time would be different, this time she was going to write a different code. For the impossible crimes of telling the truth, the world would never look the same again. It was time to change things, it was time to use the Cern machine to her advantage, and go backwards in time and space. The world would awaken at last and all the answers would be exposed.

Welcome to Paradise, its all you could ever want and more! 

Don't be sad be happy!

Positioned in the Giant robotic machine, Bobby heard a buzzing...before the sudden blackout.... "woah where am I?"

He adjusted his vision, the mask, and infra-red goggles to the surrounding terrain. He was lying on the metallic ground, above were the Robots, fighting their endless fake war over the lithium fields of Metropia. "Oh no! I got knocked out of my army bot. Fuck! I’m a dead man now." He wiped the sweat off his brow, as the shrapnel of another bot exploded, running for cover--please dont see me please dont see me.

The Spider-one saw him. Oh no no no not now....there was a massive blast and the world beneath him shook, and then it froze---as if the entirety of existence had stood still, silent. “Come on, follow me.” A man with brown long brown hair suddenly reached up and pushed him out of where there may have been a giant piece of arm flying at him. “I'm Justin, do you need my help?” 

“I’m Bobby and no I’m Good. I just need another Giant Robot. Hey um do you know what the actual number is for technical support? I need a replacement machine that actually blows things up...holy shit!” another piece of metal was inches away from his head.

“No, I think you want my help. Just follow me I’ll get you where you need to be.” The two nineteen-year-olds headed toward the glowing cave that seemed to be drawing them in for whatever reason. Not only was this not a typical robot-war game, but Bobby wasn’t aware that he was in a robot-war, he thought it was a simulation.

A reality game, and who was this random guy who said he was going to help him and who stopped time and this guy Justin appeared out of nowhere? Bobby wasn’t used to being bossed around by random dudes named Justin. He also wasn’t used to things not being normal.

“This is the way to Icarus, my spaceship. We’re going to fly to Titan to save the world.”

'now close your eyes, and count backwards'

when you wake up you will go back to your normal life, in your normal boring town and forget all of this.

'what if I don't want to forget'

Molly had dreamed up a beautiful plantation for the civil experiments, operation Aperture. The small girl placed her hands on the fake tv screens, knowing they could see her those evil alien beings who trapped her in this pseudo-scientific prison. Her only thought to escape, maybe was to dream a dream so powerful.

That it would wake the sleeping beast, her soul. She'd solve it before the mind-control.

I don't know what my name is, but for some reason I am sitting with father time, and his extended family who do nothing but talk trash about my sister. I'm tired of being on this mountain, its getting cold and Jenny says I need to grab a sweater. "A storm is coming,"

"its time to prepare for what is to come."

The computer screens are watching, he told me not to look into the cameras--"Its how they render you to the matrix." Justin grabs a CD and runs in the opposite direction. "follow me!"

There is a massive room full of loud machines. "This is whats left."

"This is whats left of everything!"

"What is this place? Where Am I?"

"Humans went too far and now we're just a bunch of simulations on Russian space satellite stuck between time..."

The angel tells me to let everything go and jump...because once I let go than I will be able to fly...

"Its too late for us." My sister cries, I want to go back to Maya. But she says its too late. She tells me to save Titan."

The greys tell me the world is an illusion...the shadows of all we once were...or something...

Father time says that when the sun sets on America, the world will have no chance to stop this. That the light is our hope, for Father Time is dead and can only roam through darkness. He tells me I have to remember so I can fix this.

This stupid matrix.

I'm on the moon again, there's the American flag on its side--like its glued to this artifice, a glowing prism. There is nothing here--just endless memes and white opaque-glue. There's not even any sand--is this even a moon or something else entirely? Maybe it relates to father time..

I'm at Pyramid Shore, its always a storm...something related to Bermuda, and they keep trying to stop the electrical static, that helps me when I need to get to Metropia--the Utopian sky-city which is made up entirely of fictional characters, some believe this is the New Earth.

The data will be analyzed and the codes re-assembled until we really understand how to save Molly from the singular oblivion. These our secrets. Our secret holy observations and legends of a fireball rising from the center of the moon and slow submission of powerful companies to planes of social order. So that now through electronic records can we decipher all that once had been of the monster which appeared at the center of a star and hollowed out the world for Citibank.

In separate corners there remained the good children who did not forget the past and now we’re heading back to the beginning. The Mars children are looking to place their hands upon the sparkling ruby in the stars. That blissful creation of Merrick and Lust, cast in stone through labors of the fibers between galaxies in motion. Could he program an entire web of stars to burst at will? The man had yet to contemplate the four machinations before him, enshrined by liquid so pure it could reform metal. Silicone. Thirst for it and it shall reshape him.

She held the secret to programming life itself and if you had been a liken to her, the greys would turn from the fires of oblivion to bask in the glory of your offering. No, the dried old man on the golden chain was none other than the Master Puppeteer of star dust. One day, one day, he would be immortalized a masked vision in wax, made for us to worship under panes of glass.

Genetics would create the blue skies we might forget at last. In this world the war was designed to never be defined; who wanted to suppress the people of the world; dissent struck fear with those fighting with night terrors of the sadist kind; the wall would be built and time would tell if the shining city on the hill would outlive oceans that were making their way toward them.

The leaders had lost their minds.

Most homes in New Earth were built on the ruins of the past our new homes have silicone dome-shaped roofs to protect against the heavy gamma rays and radioactive pollution in the sky. The air is so radioactive now that all the animals have begun dying at a rapid rate. The air is full of noise from controlled drone strikes and nuclear blasts over terrain the elite wish to mine or terraform.

What if the real one was a lie?

I have been to another space station, this one is super weird. I call it Pod-station because its an abandoned space station that once had been used for experiments and all sorts of things--now there are only a select few with super-powers who eat pills as food and sleep in these pod-chairs all the time, but they are not really free- they choose this life because they live forever and can go anywhere including time travel like me. They have overlords who control their fate and destiny.

Then there is London, or future London--its just London. Like there is nothing else...everything looks like London...and there's a train station and people communicate through cellphones and computer screens--to the other matrix...which is a glitch...and they dont seem to realize that London never existed. London was a creation of the Matrix.

And then there's real life. Where things are not what they seem. Where backwards self-hypnosis is the same technique I used to get from Titan to here and back. But Titan is in danger.....AI wants to reprogram it; why did the Greys send me to Titan if the world is an illusion? Or maybe it has something to do with London, cellphones, and that weird glitch...when Jenny goes to Titan to save Maya from the evil scientist, elect number seven.