HorizEn BreakR: Teaser 1

Hopeful Despair I

                        

                                               Michal Jorden was one of those normal men. Being ordinary is one of the greatest fears of an Everyman. They fabricate themselves as heroes, explorers, adventurers, celebrities, spies or men in suffering or damsels in distress. Each has their own versions of boogiemans and horrors. Their mentality shapes their monsters. But you can suppress all that and live your ordinary lives. Glitches do happen. But you can tell yourself that you have gotten it wrong or made a mistake. You think there is a solid objective universe around you which you are a tiny insignificant particle of.

                                                                Michal lived in a town called Silent Hill. It was named after the popular survival horror game. The game series had helped him a lot. He was one of the activists worked to make the town a tourist attraction by making it look like a decaying town of slumbering horror. It was all just made up. There was no cult or some supernatural forces. Some talked about some mystic groups camouflaged as tourists doing some secret experiments in the woods. Michal was excited and enthusiastic. But like any ordinary man, he did what he is supposed to and branded them as fantasies and stupid misleading bit of info.

                                        Now looking at a huge hole in the middle of a secret facility in the woods he felt the lines of reality being blurred. He tried to recall. He shook his head. He couldn’t even remember who he was. He felt his life fading away. His hero fantasies were being awakened. The whole town had gone insane in various kinds of ways. But all felt settled because it seemed to be the contemporary norm. Michal was looking at a 40 year old letter written by a girl named Heather from his family and there was a spot marked and he went there hoping for something to happen.

                                                                Some scientist looking people, workers and townspeople were drilling a hole with some advanced equipment. After 15 minutes of hiding and waiting, he went and jumped down. The jump hurt his legs really bad. The surroundings were freshly destroyed. He heard noises. It was all too creepy. But somewhere inside, he had been wishing for something like this.

                        All the desires and fantasies submerged within him were coming out. Michal was never the guy expecting for big things like winning a half a billion dollar lottery. He had his head filled with monsters shaped after the real beings he knew out there. The facility looked too modern for something that was built 40 years ago. But Jorden never cared.

                                        He had heard about a group called Exodus. He didn’t remember where he got that info. He suspected the guys with cool guns to be ones from that group. Michal sneaked to the second floor as silently as possible, trying to stay out of the notice of the Exodus. He saw the remainings of the walls and floors after some sort of a divine like battle. It was not just eerie but also terrifying.

                                                                He sensed someone coming. There was no place to go. He jumped onto the floor below. The pain numbed his legs. But he managed to crawl into a hiding. Now his fear of death was at the highest intensity. His town had become the creepiest and the spookiest place on Earth. He has gotten himself into the middle of a one big brawl of titans. He is now completely powerless. His thirst for adventure had screwed himself up good. Maybe that’s his way of way of letting his insanity loose.

                        When he could stand up, he saw 2 Cannibals. He saw the danger and ran as silently as he could. All his fantasies and horrors and fears were flooding the upper parts of his consciousness. Then he bumped into a sexy nurse. She was actually about 50 but was dressed like a 20 year old doing cosplay. She wore a tempting makeup with bright red nail polish, bright red heels and white sticking. Wrinkles appearing with her seductive smile and the look of the blonde’s hands still spoke of her age.

“Hey boy, it’s an unauthorized place to be.” Spoke the nurse.

                                                                Michal traced some of his memories. He remembered what he felt as a 12 year old. He had this bombshell cousin who was really nice and kind to him. She was a nurse. He had lot of guilty pleasures fantasizing about her. He thought that it’s wrong to do so. But he couldn’t’ stop and finally got engulfed in guilt. He got disgusted of hospitals. Nurses became sex objects that he wanted to stay away out of a feeling of guilt.

                        Michal was now looking at the nurse’s ample cleavage of 36DD cup boobs while admiring her curves. The nurse adjusted herself for a better view for him while making her look more live. She had sprayed both lavender and rose perfumes on her body.

“You seem terrified. Things have gone hot and nuts after that incident.” She talked touching the edges of her clothes and pressing her long red nails into her skin making slight red marks on her pearl white British skin.

“I hope you are not in for a wet job.” She expressed a slight pain as she was dangling her fingers over her vagina. She was looking at Michal's lips giving him ample opportunity to explore her face.

                                                        The thought of the Cannibals and the Exodus group grew fear inside of him. The mixture of fear, sensuality, guilt and the fear of unknown hypnotized him. Now he didn’t know what to do but to go with the flow. One can say it was losing self totally and falling onto despair. But for Jorden, it was a grotesque path leading to hope and salvation.

                        “You are a lost child, aren’t you? Here, come I’ll protect you from the monsters. You haven’t even seen the big ones yet.” She never touched him. She was always teasing and pinching herself. She slowly turned brushing her legs on each other. Her nipples were stiff and they were slightly pointing out through her uniform. A bit of some transparent liquid fell on her stockings making them wet. She made barely hearable moans as she walked. Michal walked behind her expecting a cat walk from her. But she kept some distance between her feet.

                                                        She stops for a moment and said that it feels difficult for her. She asks to hold her and guide her in the way she desire. Then she looks at the face and into the manly eyes. “Oh, I’m asking too much, aren’t I? You are too… nervous. Let me just grab you from the hip and the belt. You just lead me. We’ll take care of each other.”

                        She guides Michal through the hallways while clinging to his waist. Her footsteps don’t echo though they are sharp. The footsteps hear at each 4^th and 6^th heartbeat. Her nails dig into the skin through the shirt each few seconds. She walks like she is barely holding the effects of a drug. She keeps on with the slight moans and she is totally out in the blur. She can’t even keep her hands at one place. It’s like she is barely holding up her wilderness.

                                                She leads Michal to some sort of a medical and research room at a corner of the floor which was guarded by tight analog security features than can sometimes even outperform the digital counterparts. She jumps onto a bed and says “I’m Miranda by the way.” Jorden wasn’t in a mood to savor her juiciness anymore. His feet were being drowned in a swarm of objectified despair and insecurity.

                                                                The room was connected to few more rooms and was equipped with high tech state of the art equipment for any medical need or research which can even perform with minimal computer interaction in an emergency. The rooms were filled by corpses of humans, ex−humans and horrifying creatures that Jorden would feel satisfied running away from. All these things were experimented in the craziest ways. Someone had been toying with the body parts. Some corpses had been dissected while they had been still alive. They had been kept alive and warm until that certain someone enjoys her/his time with the body.

                                                There were video tapes (yes, tapes). Jorden could think of what they had been used to. He had simply found sanction in a horror house. Trance music was being played on a cassette player. He heard high heels hitting the floor. The nurse extended her arms to touch and take Michal to closer proximity. Then she stopped at about 6−7 millimeters from physical contact. Then she traced a triangle wither eyes looking at Michal from one eye to the lip and then to the other eye and took a long step close. “MI−RAN−DA… be polite and introduce yourself” “Michal Jordon” came the instant and wavering reply.

                        It was the ideal despair for Michal Jorden to get out of his ordinary life. It was self-exploration and letting out deep hidden fantasies, emotions, frustration and last but not least… personalized insanity.

                                                        Miranda took the cassette player and played with the earphones as if it is a whip. Then she started hinting something out. “Do you know when different beats are heard from the two of your ears, it creates a completely different frequency inside your head? Every check those stuff on YouTube? You can be stimulated and mani−somehtinged by these frequencies changing the being you are. By the way, do you know that all my professors including the ladies were frustrated because they couldn’t amp up my results beyond the A⁺⁺s I already had. The extra entertainment they received felt like something received through begging for them. My assistant somehow got his 5^th PhD as he wasn’t too bored with the ease of these things. He doesn’t even understand the scientific value and beauty of these surroundings. So I even experimented on what’s wrong with him?

                        Chills run through Michal’s spine and Miranda fixes the earphones on Michal’s ears. Her face looks expressionless and her eyes look hypnotic. She starts dancing around Michal making him feel his jeans to be too tight. Miranda starts dancing around Michal. Michal succumbed to his favorite horror and started seeing behind his head. His visual range was now 270˚; not 180˚. He could see his head which is something he had seen in two things which were some NDEs and over the head 3^rd person POV games.

                                                Then he saw some excessively stealth being knocking him down. He decided to call in a carbon based silicon life. He couldn’t realize how he was seeing himself while he is knocked unconscious. The humanoid creature was gone. Some red bracelet on Miranda's hand was glowing as if it is some control device. Michal sensed some frequency altering his very being and it was all out of his control. He was hopeful that it would alter him for the best experience as he was now completely out of control of his life.

                                                                        Miranda came and grabbed him from the arms. She carefully dragged Michal through the hallways. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move a muscle. He just waited like a good fan boy waiting to be taken to the next level of experience. She hid herself from the Exodus and the Cannibals. Exodus group had their senses working at the maximum level and she had to be really careful. She took so much pain to make sure that her heels don’t make a big noise.

                        She found some walls that were torn apart to reach a secret destination that only few more knew. She dragged Michal to the elevator. She noted some Cannibals that were slaughtered several minutes ago. She pushed Michal into the lift. Michal was itching to see her panties (while wishing that she don’t have any) and he finally got his magical moment. Then he was shocked in terror to see her undies covered in mutated bugs!

Avant-cana : Outgrown

I’m not gonna say how it all began. I’m not gonna say how it’s all gonna end. I’m not gonna say cuz I’m not gonna know. It was almost like all of that; all of this, was embedded to the very thing that we call “human condition”. It was and it will always be there; at least for the human kind it will. Like the origin and the end of the universe it will always be something that drive us crazy make us awestruck and leave us ever mystified in a completely new way>>Avant-garde Arcana>>

My job is to work on the mysteries, legends and the impossible. My responsibility is to disclose everything and not to ask WH questions. BTW my name is ………………….. The Narrator [what? Did you thought I’d give away my identity simply because I’m gonna kill myself here!]

                                                                                                It seemed like something that’s gonna let them administrate the Mother Earth, something like those nano-mechs we use to take control over human bodies [No! they are not experimental prototypes. It’s just they consume lot of time and money.]We suspected the Fruit Juice to be something that that alters the outer layer of Earth………. Something like a liquid construction-bot.

                                                                                    Since I don’t ask WH questions, I don’t know the details. I just know what I work with. The red liquid which we called Fruit Juice was stored in a container which looked like a pyramid turned upside down. There was no lid but the Juice never spilled. The container pulls in all that’s gonna spill out of it as if the liquid is glued to the container. The Fruit Juice was like blood and the container and its Needle was glowing like a black diamond. I don’t know why, but it looked like a gift from Lucifer.

                                                The structure was simple but looked completely out of this world. First of all it was tall; and huge. [What was the height again…?]......... Never mind. It was just tall. The Needle was fixed on Earth and the Pyramid was on the top of it. The needle was 8 times longer than the height of the Pyramid. There was a spiral thread of water flowing around the structure without being attached to it. (A form of anti-gravity tech)

                                                Then we had to find the Crystal. We would have called it the Spear if we had known. It was orange in color and the size was the normal size of a spearhead. Well that doesn’t mean that any of us could lift it without an exoskeleton. There was no ritual or any of setting ups to do. Just walk to the needle and push the Crystal in. The Needle and the Pyramid had anti-gravity shielding which was too powerful for us to neutralize. The Crystal was the only thing that we could push in   

                                                                  I was the one who put the Crystal in. It was like sliding a key into a piece of cheese. I felt amazing and at the same time uncomfortable due to the context. I’ve been through a lot of divine stuff. So the ocean above me was handle-able. But the place………… it’s marked as a triangle near china and I’m always wondering “How could I be still safe inside the triangle which is considered as the second most dangerous one!”

                                       Then it all went divine-like (Or Final Fantasy like if you are more of a modern person) and after a whole lot of research, we were able to figure out that we-are-fucked and now I’m with a gun ending myself since I won’t be ending what I initiated. The event is totally immune to human intervention. This is the event as we figured it out.

                                                When the Crystal was inserted, the zone around it became something like fully automated control room. Nothing was left for us to control. Everything was preset. The Crystal started vibrating and did several sudden increases of the size until it matched the size of the control room. Guess what……the Crystal was a zipped control unit. First of all the Crystal expands to its original size. Then it starts functioning.

                                                                                    The complete device was not controlled by an AI. If it was, we would have hacked it. It was a residual conscious control inside a top notch quantum computer. That’s right. A basic form of the technology which was used to create Jesus, in a quantum computer. The control system was the very structure of the Crystal. The nature or the condition of the Crystal itself was the control system. This left us in despair. We can change the genetics and edit a human. But we can’t change it into another animal.

                                         After activation, the single spiral thread of water separated into several threads and started moving like a whirlpool. It was even attracting water from the surroundings. There was no way to know the speed of the spinning, but the speed was high enough to make the water look like a flickering light. Finally the water dissolved into the Energy state and all of it was absorbed into the giant device. It was like the starting phase of an engine. After the device started its work it kept running on its zero-point energy extraction mechanism. Again no way for us to intervene.

                                                                       

                                                                                    The Alter-instrumentality device was implementation device. A device to implement the human civilization by outgrowing it. The activation of the device was a simple “planting the seed” thing. The device scans the whole planet and implement the best suitable civilization over the current civilization which is ours. The Fruit Juice alters the matter to create whatever it’s necessary to create. When I heard the legend that the Ankorwat was created by spilling some liquid on the ground, I thought it was totally cool to possess such a technology. But now……………. I’m not so sure.

                                                                        In the midst of all the shocking experiences we all lost track of time. The only thing I remember is that the day of the activation was a full moon day and today is the next full moon. Our calculations suggests that after about another 41, the process will be completed and our civilization will be outgrown by the device. It’s like a cancer spreading in a human body. But in this case the cancer will make a whole new being instead of killing it.

                                                                                                            The only thing I can do is to watch the Mother Earth become an alien planet and it’s not something that I would willingly do. This only leaves me with one option….. No, not an option. There is no choice for me to make. I’m gonna kill myself. Everyone says that I should be thinking of the work I did since that is what made me who I am. I lived as an important function of a huge system. My life was my work. It is my identity. I’m nothing but a part of this huge instrumentality project and I accept it as the very essence of myself.

                                                                                    I take the gun> Put it in my mouth>Take a summarized flashback……… This is no invasion. It was there and we activated it. Now it’s growing another civilization in 3.5 years simply by altering the position and the structure of the molecules and atoms of the outer layer of our planet. What we built through millenniums with all the kinds of emotions, what we fought millions of battles for, what we cherished and valued throughout our lives are being taken over like a cancer…………I see now I’ve stopped using past tense on occasions where I should be using present tense.

                                    To make the short story shorter I say this. I lived and activated the Alter-instrumentality device. Now the future is set and it’s not something I want to live in. But I can’t do anything but to live it. So I stop living……………………….

Epilogue:“All is planned except for this instrumentality?”

“Keep calm. Things will be handled”

“So he really didn’t have a choice”

“Who he is defines his choices and in the end he is defined by his choices. Humans are trapped in this spiral which strips them off their ability to choose. Choices are like a passenger on a train with a preset destination observing other railway tracks. Other tracks does not affect the phenomena of arriving the destination at all. Choices are nothing but irrelevant imaginations. There are phenomena and then there are decisions. Humans are normally just phenomena and has no significant remarkability. Then there are decisions which are recorded in history.”

“So we put the things in the right place and everyone acts things out in the desired way; never deviating from what’s preset. It’s like they consider it to be their soul or something.”

“Same goes for things. That’s why the Alter-instrumentality device had aresidual conscious control mechanism instead of an AI. The device is nothing but what it does. It cannot be changed into anything else. It either exists as it is or cease to exist, which isn’t something we can pull off.”

“Residual conscious………….. So that’s why he was made to think solely about his work.”

“If he is too shocked and depressed to do the work, then his residuals will do the job.”

“So that’s why the event was made to be his final thought; it was to mark the purpose of his continuity. But can we really handle everything like this.”

“Keep your faith in the light that dispels the darkness. All will be taken care of. Through wisdom we will see the answers; through wisdom we will be illuminated” Makes a circle in line with his pineal gland using two of his fingers.

                                                                                               

Quotes of the week_O. J. Simpson

OJ was raised in poverty and his early days were spent in a Ghetto when food was always in short supply. As a result, OJ suffered from malnutrition and developed rickets. At the age of six, OJ's legs became permanently bowed and his calf muscles suffered from severely atrophy. He acquired the nickname of 'Pencil Legs" at an early age.

His idol was Jim brown.But OJ was too poor to afford the tickets to see his idol in action whenever Cleveland visited San Francisco. That never stopped his dream and goal of becoming a star player in the future.

During those games when Cleveland played in San Francisco, OJ would diligently wait outside the stadium until the maintenance crew to open the stadium gates late in the 4th quarter. He would then go into the stadium and soak in the final few minutes of the game, dreaming for seeing his idol

On one of these occasions at the age of thirteen, he finally got his dream of meeting up with his idol, Jim Brown. As the inspirational story went, he approached Brown and said, "Mr. Brown, I am your biggest football fan!" Graciously, Brown thank thanked the young boy and went on his way. But OJ persisted by asking for Brown's autograph. As Brown signed the autograph, OJ related to him how he had all his pictures on his wall, and that he knew all the football records that Brown held. Brown was flattered and thanked his young charge again. Before leaving, OJ surprised Brown by saying, "Mr. Brown, one day, I am going to break every one of your records!"

O.J. Simpson went on to break all but three of the rushing records held by Jim Brown before injuries shortened his football career

• The day you take complete responsibility for yourself, the day you stop making any excuses, that's the day you start to the top.

• I could not tell you the date of my mother's death. I could not tell you the date of my dad's death. These are not dates that I find significant.

• Money takes wings. The only thing that endures is character.

• That's the way blacks have been encouraged to think: that we got to stick together. You've got a situation today where if a black person says he thinks O.J. Simpson's guilty, other blacks will cut their eyes at him and say, 'You ought to go somewhere and sit down and shut up.'

Do it at your BEST: Highest Paid Prostitiutes

If you do something, make sure that you do it to be the best. It doesn't matter what you do. It doesn't matter what people say about it. If you do something with your best efforts and become the best in it, you'll know all knowledge about that specific thing to be some lame crap.

And that was my life for 10 years. I was a high-class hooker. Call me a courtesan, call girl, escort, whatever you want. But basically I was a hooker. Just very well paid.' She looks at her ring, an enormous pear-shaped diamond, and adjusts it. 'Very well paid.

 Why? Did you think that this was impossible!!!?? Shame on you!

She earned £10,000 a night - at her peak £20,000, and £40,000 for a weekend. ('No one earns that money now,' she says. 'Prices have gone down in the last five years. Changing times.') 

This is a 100% true story. This girl just did it right. So many hot girls get into prostitution and ruin their lives. Sure it's not the best job at all. It's not even the easiest. But what happens to the girl is her responsibility. The problem and the solution is the profession. Look at the lifestyle of the one's who made prostitution their solution. 

What makes a £10,000-£20,000 girl? 'Looks and training. We were professionals. We'd need to be funny, a laugh, party all night. Or cool and clever, discreet and well-mannered. You could never be fazed by power or mega money - or what you were asked to do.' She says the top girls are 'healthy' - they go to the gym. 'They don't do drugs, smoke or drink. Sometimes you're up all night, you need to look after yourself.' The top 10 are 'champion racehorses'. Others are 'more hard-wearing'.

Did anybody thought of this as a possibility or an opportunity? I'm pretty sure that only few in a million did. The ones who went to the top doing their best in what they can perform well and excel others becomes the anomaly. The definition loses its ability to define what he/she is at a certain point. That when you conquer the filed. It doesn't matter what your field is. You can do this with anything if you have enough passion for it.

She's been to Barneys in New York and to Paris to shop. The first time she was bought clothes by a client, it was £7,000 dresses in Prada and four pairs of shoes. 'He kept saying, "Are you sure that's enough, don't you want anything else?"' She's also been given gadgets - the latest Mac, iPads, iPhones - and handbags ('a lot of handbags'). 

Cool, right...? But most of the prostitutes do't end up here. They just come to make a living. Some even degrades the profession. No matter what your profession is there is over 90% probability that there could be something better and even noble. But you why should you degrade your profession. If you don't like your job, ditch it! If you keep doing your job, give you maximum effort to it.

Maybe I'll marry a rich man,' she says. 'If not, I'll start my own business.' Does she think she'll ever fall in love? Have children? Have a normal life? 'Maybe. I hope.' She shrugs. 'It's hard to think about it. Right now, I just want to make money.

Have a clear definition of what you do. Love what you do or ditch what you do. Always perform at your best and be tactical. Don't let the definitions about your work/profession cloud your vision. When you do you best and become the best, those definitions won't mean a thing. They don't have any absolute value. So stop thinking and do it at your best and give all you got before expanding your own horizons.

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Rainbow Exorcism: Digital Demons_Teaser 3

Read part 1 and part 2. Enjoy yourself to the fullest. Transform yourself beyond all definitions.


We were only 13m away from their feet when they knocked down each other. What else would you expect? I was blown away the exact moment my fists touched that bitch’s (I mean Trinity’s) eyelashes. When I hit the trembling ground I didn’t hit with the mere 54kg of my physical weight. I’m not eh only one fighting. There is a whole lot going on this beleaguered heaven. Everything is correlated. Destiny is a dynamic experience. And on the top of that it’s-F**K- I just escaped from this. I’m not gonna accept it. I’m gonna hit this bitch and break her limbs.

                                I got up and hit her really hard. But after few kicks and punches, my offensivity was going down. The very sight of her motivated face reflected my actions. The seven 46m mechas fighting around us was constantly reminding me of the universal connection of everything. There are no isolated systems. Everything is correlated; causing the whole and caused by the whole. This didn’t make my body go numb. But my mind certainly became numb.

                                A giant foot which came between us separated us. A spaceship came and started using its Railcannons. I was surrounded by destruction. It all looked like a curse of god. But I knew hell a lot more than what meets the eye. I ran saving myself from the Railgun ammo and the giant feet of the mechas. I was becoming more and more of what I intended to create in the first place. A GZ-1593 model mecha crumbled at my feet, completely destroyed. I could see the struggle of the pilot to survive. I saw his agony. Not just that; I saw everything. I was looking at all the stats around me. I had this finely detailed report of the chaos around me. It was all so clear and heart penetrating. But it made me realize that ignorance is bliss.

                                                                These high-tech weapons of destruction people have built through such an effort, the reasons and motivation behind each soldier’s struggle, all the stats about the ammo, guns, mechas……I could just see all of it. I saw trinity coming at me. A Railcannon bullet pierced the ground 34cm away from her and the impact threw her off the ground. She almost got stepped on by a 115m heavy artillery mecha; you know the ones from FKR-3000 series that are like a copper-red walking fortress. I didn’t know whether I should be happy or sad or what. There was this weight of the whole universe making my legs go numb.

                                                        Every single action which means an interaction with the universe has an eternal effect on everything. Just come on……everything. Just…plz, someone make me a dumb bitch. A soldier in a massive Exoskeleton came running at me firing his plasma gun. He was vaguely aiming at the 2 Exos behind me. I barely dodged his plasma balls. These Exos too use a lot of melee weapons. I must say that they are new age knights with guns and I slowly understanding why. 

                        Through our evolution, everything became more and more subtle. Our bodies became weaker, but we became the most destructive. Thousands if not hundred thousand war epics happening in front of my senses at various levels spoke of our evolution better than anything. Everything is getting mixed into our daily lives. The leaders, the economy, the war… there has been such a lot happening around me. Through our evolution, better and wicked ways were created. The real war, the real economy is invisible. The multicolored mechas running havoc is just fan servicing wrapped around my senses.

                                                A Railcannon killed one of the Exos as collateral damage. What a gun it was! It was the massive shotgun version of the Railgun. The ammo was a complexly magnetized metal. When propelled, an electric current is sent through the ammo which screws around the stabilized system of electro magnets. The huge ammo dissects into multiple parts and acts as a hundred smaller Railguns. It’s an idea ripped off from the cluster bombs.

                That’s just some trivia. There are specific kinds of wave generators commonly referred to as “Deprams”. They are used to mess with the brain functions of the soldiers. It’s a very trendy gadget of the times. Every mecha has at least a weak one constantly working against the opponents. This isn’t even 2% of the madness and atrocities I can see. All of this is haunting me. Our real war is not what we see. The real war is a psychological one. We don’t want the physical world to be torn apart. Therefore everything is incorporated into our lives. Our great depression is our lives itself. Our demons lies in the waves around us…as information; bits, qubits, brainwaves……all just our own creations.

                                                I barely dodged her punch. I ran and stepped on a Exoskeleton and jumped back. She did the same. We kicked each other onto the ground. An Exoskeleton fell on Trinity’s legs. She had her armor. But on her expression I could see that it hurt a bit. I managed to get up. This was a good opening. I knew she is pissed. I knew that odds were stacked against me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings again. She was in the fight for entertainment; But not anymore. I was desperate. There were only 700-800ms to take a decision. I did what I had to do. I charged at her.

                        She grabbed the 32kg mini-Railgun from the Exo-suited soldier and fired at me. The recoil made the gun hit her chin. I had already observed the stats about this SHANGRU-42 (rapid-fire) version she used. I managed to jump away, but onto a big brawl beside me. The Railgun ammo went so closely by my eyes that I felt like I was hit with a flash bang. I have never been hit with a one before. But I had observed more than sufficient data to simulate the experience.

                                                                With my eyes tightly closed I observed the world like never before. I was picking up every wave and was observing the world almost like from a 6^th sense. But I know it wasn’t any stereotypical 6^th sense. It’s something I had proposed to call direct perception. Though I had my eyes closed I observed Trinity standing up and coming at me with a piece of metal on her hands. One Exo knelt with a hard hit it received. I had fallen in between two fighters fighting with Vibrahammers. The heads of the hammers vibrate in a self-adjusted dynamic frequency that adjusts with the composition of the opponent to breakdown the opponent.

                                A well-tuned hit sends waves through the machine. Nerves of the pilot stimulate and suffer great pain apart from the brain damage. All out nuclear war is more of a cute fantasy battle compared to this (invisible) war of the war. I wanted to shut my senses from the happenings around me. My semi-divinity was becoming my greatest horror (yeah, I’ve got bigger horrors). There were so much acts of sorrow, fear, desperation, vengeance, valor, suffering and lamenting………all rooted on ignorance (bliss). I was crying looking at this yellow-black machine. Its Nano-engineered metal was getting beaten hard. As the broken machine fell on me, I crawled away thinking about myself retrospectively. Wasn’t I desperate! Wasn’t I scared! Am I not being the same kind of pathetic function of a massive battle?

                                                                Trinity cam in her shaking legs and attacked me and I countered. The victor of the previous battle I mentioned attacked another opponent while jumping into the air an got shattered in a way that is almost identical to getting vaporized by a Tri-Zeta AAA Railgun ammo which was intended for a 145m tall emerald and gold colored Heraclitus 9z mecha fired by a white and aqua blue 167m tall Neo-Genesis prototype mecha which has a hybrid design of an assault mecha and a fortress mecha and piloted by 6 ace pilots. And of course the ammo went through 3 skyscrapers of architectural excellence before piercing the ground with a shockwave.

                        I saw what was gonna happen 890ms before it happened. I jumped into a nearby crater of 5.45m depth. This must be the cliché she was mentioning. The impact shook the whole ground and tore it apart. The walls of the crater blasted and came at me. I was thrown into the air by the shockwave which went below my feet and sank to the ground by shuttered soil beneath me while getting buried in a pile of random stuff mixed with rich soil. What a city it was! The soil was the best soil I had ever known. This place is not merely a utopia. My knowledge should be capable of leading that New York civilization into something like this. But I was incapable of harvesting my knowledge. I became unable to give and cause enough reason to make such a hyper-utopia exist. I lost its Raison d'être.

                                               

                               

Curiosity 1.61803399 opening teaser 2

Read the teaser 1 first. Be fascinated and don't forget to Bake the noodle.

“Note that zero effort is wasted on politeness markers. You wouldn’t get a plea. Slave mentality has been removed from all beings with great effort and utmost difficulty. Currently, such behavior is only seen among animals such as apes.”

“……………………………………………………….”

“You are also informed that all forms of bribery have been identified as a massive threat for the well-being of all intelligent sentience. Not just physical but also emotional/psychological bribery is also included”

[You always asked things with a “plz”. In return you demanded others to say please. You considered it to be the righteous way; not some bribery.

                              You feel yourself to be some……lost cause. You open up yourself to the divine power. You always believed that there is good force judging things and making things right. You seek refuge under that force. JEHOVAH-TSIDKENOU or Allah or whatever it is, he should exist to govern the world or else things would be unfair.

                                    Your whole body is trembling and you are in a dilemma thinking whether to walk on knees or crawl like a lizard. You crawl a little bit and finally gather enough strength to walk on your knees. The thought of a divine authority gives you strength and courage. You notice this fact and begin to have more and more faith in the divine. You feel this to be some sort of a test. You decide to let go of the generic names and just call him the divine. You are agnostic about many things related to the subject. But you think you’ll find all the answers at the end. Yet you never think about how you’d find an end in this infinity.]

” The level of detail was augmented in the sim for the ease of study. Same things are not as detailed as what they really are and some things were over-intricate. The appearances of some of the things were also changed; especially some slight yet impactful changes to the face. Don’t worry. All the things that can reflect your body have been removed. You wouldn’t even see your face”

[You are in shock and desperation. Your forehead lies on the floor. But you don’t let your midsection touch the floor.]

”This will be a long process of purgation and rehabilitation. Please proceed forward.”

UNTITLED

I’m on solo and my mission is simple: prevent WW3. Trust me, it’s a lot different from Call of Duty……mmm I haven’t played other games. I’m on a snow covered mountain area in Russia. About 3 decades ago Russia made a portable silo for ballistic missiles. I don’t remember what they actually called it. But some info was available for the public. Nobody really cared much. But I did. I was born in the 90s and as a teenager, I was really gung-ho about it. The public was only given a teaser and my enthusiasm slowly died.

                                                            Mother Russia had focused a lot of her resources developing their “god of war”. I spent the last 10 hrs scavenging info and my command station had also gathered valuable info. According to what I gathered, the weapon is codenamed “Split Ark”. They sure did make it sound like some gene bank. But it’s actually threatening to wipe out NYC.

                                                                                    I always wanted to be a hero and save the world from the next world war. Now carrying the weight of the world, all I have to say is war epics aren’t very different from fairy tales. Those fairy tales gave me such a cute rosy image of the world. I thought I’d be a world famous knight when I grow up. Well my mom said I’d be a princess. Then she said a great lady, and then a well brought up woman, an earnest student, hardworking independent girl with a stable job…… [I just can’t take…..have to take in…] I saw two mercenaries on guard duty. I sedated them and dragged them into a nice hidden place.

                                                            My eyes were wet and I felt a great anger. Now at least I can release all of it on these two… For all the traumas I had as a child I gave those two some good payback. I kept on punching them till my hands hurt and they bleed to death.

                                                            When I was small I was treated like a princess. I was given everything. Then I was treated as a lady; Then a student. While I was in high school I learned what it meant to be a soldier. I was given everything…… as long as it was required for my function called studying. I was like my parent’s manager. If their investments don’t pay off well, things get problematic for me.

                                                                                    At that time I slowly started chasing my dreams. I was asked to study well, work hard and get a good job. But I wanted to be a hero…a heroine. I was wishing the world would fall apart so that I can go and save it. I wanted to be a part of something like GI Joe. I wanted to be like an action star from the 80s or90s. That’s when I was called a hopeless kid, bad student, bad example. Then everyone said I’d be the black mark of the family. Then my own mom who said that I’d be a princess, degraded me saying that I’d be a transgender When I grow up! The contradiction between the real stiff and what kids are told is even worse when it comes to war.

Rainbow Exorcism: Digital Demons_Teaser 2

For the readers who liked the first teaser I’m giving a second one. This is the continuation of the first teaser. Like, comment and share. If this gets spread a lot, I might end up giving away more than half of the book on slickr-flikr for free. Enjoy and bake the noodle…………

Then I felt some more weight over me… all around me. The whole floor was shaking. Standing still meant running around like a drunkard. The quake was so violent that I felt my legs going numb. I wanted to surrender to the collapsing marvel yet my destiny stopped me from doing so. Why did I even decide this destiny for myself? I wanted to be broken apart before I reach the end.

                                        The remaining samurai’s were stricken in a complex mixture of both fear and confusion. “Might” would sum it up. My vision was too violent to see it clearly. But my mind was clear enough to perceive their agony. With my scythe brushing the floor, I was depicting that I’ve come to reap. Reap what? Maybe the grades for my skills. The unnaturally prolonged earthquake was pushing us apart while dissecting the riots. Yet the ones who needed to double back were keeping the close range with me. Somewhere inside of me I was crying for these guys. My I couldn’t see any other paths in my fate. The function of these soldiers is decided. They don’t leave cuz they don’t have any worth outside of the arena. Like a scripted event in a game I slayed the off like a final phase of a boss battle. This feeling of fatedness propelled me and gave me strength and made me feel that “all’s gonna be well.

                                                                                Losing control and surrendering to destiny was such a comfort. My laments for the dead felt nothing more than an icon indicating an environmental hazard. The quake died down and I slowly walked away like a dragon leaving a massacred arena. Letting go of the scythe-No-nooo-God…damn it. Pick it up…..[Exhales]….. Nope. It’s dumb, but for some reason… no scythe. Where do I see the ……yeah, the time traveling future seeing stuff. Maybe déjà vu.

But…what if it’s not!......!!!

I saw a phantom-two of them getting red. They knew-I knew that I’m closing on a great revelation. I stepped back and turned round and round like a lone protagonist awaken in a freshly deconstructed hyper-utopia as I realized that I had crossed the holy line of human awareness. I stepped on the land of God(‘s) or maybe its master’s soil. I almost realized all that is about destiny. It made me feel so small, fragile and valueless. Maybe it’s not me but my destiny.

                        It’s said that it takes a great wisdom to know that you don’t know. But more than wisdom, it takes a great deal of courage to know the uncertainty of all reality. I only had a glimpse but that’s all it took to shatter me into a zillion pieces. I wanted to run away and forget it all. I was so scared to call that awareness mine. I had to do everything I could to run away. I moved my legs. But the answers to all musings of mankind didn’t go away.

                                                                When I self-imposed my destiny to be Engkami, I didn’t meant it in this way or this quick. All I needed was the purgation from my-No!NO!!.......SHUT up. Shut the hell up!!! I don’t want a backdoor to divinity. Do you think people mean it when they say that they want to be billionaires overnight?? Get REAL. I don’t want to end the franchise right here.  I even wondered whether I’d be able to see the end! F*** enlightenment. F*** total comprehension. I don’t know a s**t about them. I want to invent god; not to wake up as a one. I WANT SURVIVAL GAME.

                                        That’s when I got hit on the face. Now it’s all gone away. Damn this feels good. I need to play by the rules. You know……like Newton and Einstein. The spear like rod sank to the ground while I dodged it and tackled the bitch who punched me. We were both on ground dipping in each other’s eyes and she was smirking. It is kind of nice to wake up from a dream of heaven because of your brawling brother and know you still have your average American family.

                        Then I heard; I saw choppers flying over me there was a weird 2ft. tall monkey like creature looking at me. It was interested in me. A photograph of a similar animal was taken on 2003. I saw it on a book about aliens. Then it ran away; scared. Some black ops guys ran after it. Well…actually they looked like some ghost squad from 2025 or something. My pain had reduc…. Wait! I’m in New York. Well um…mnnn… I…I..llost momentum. Anybody now the feeling of getting stretched and used to something big (monster sized) in between your legs. Feels a bit relaxing. Yeah, step by step. Let them keep guessing.

                                                        What the….. I think I fainted. No. I feel such a nice breeze. I know that’s just too much representation of the aplomb wind. But……. Let’s just master this level. Damn she is fast. I’m barely dodging her. I can see all her moves, strats and everything but…the gal is too fast. I tried blocking few punches. They shouldn’t do much more than cracking a brick wall; not breaking.

                                        The duel was all hand to hand. I did showed off my skills with tools and gadgets but I myself felt like I should know how to manage without them. I’m barely keeping up with this chick. Wait I said chick; not bitch. The girl is like a Lara Croft with 70% of the skin covered. For her mentality, I only saw playfulness. She always had this cute and intoxicated smirk on her face with her copper colored hair dangling all around like a plant under a heavy storm. I lost track of my own emotions while I was dipping in hers. No wonder why people don’t know who they truly are. They are always staring at others!

                                                       

                                I was feeling a pain all over my body. Not an intense pain. Just what you get when you are too tired. She came into close range. I mean 2cm between our lips close. As I blocked and dodged back, she hit me with a metal rod that was nearby. I flew like a chicken and landed. I was lying there is the same position that lions use. But my expression looked pathetic and knew I was gonna get kicked in the face. But suddenly she stopped charging at me and took 2 and a 0.5 steps back. She giggled. I didn’t get the joke.

                                                        I felt things getting more……human. I felt that this is gonna take some time. This girl has expressions. She is not the ass-kicking monster. With her hands on her hips she said “haven’t you heard of this cliché?” while twisting her tongue. Sexy…she should be full of juices. But then I was like “what!!?”

                        “Oh! Honey, you can see everything. But….. can you keep up with everything? Hmmm….. do I hit any memory cells?”

I sighed. I think I had fainted on the park. There was no pain anymore. I was completely numb. My eyes were open but I couldn’t really move my body. I felt getting dragged; into another dream. Really…what’s the big difference between this and the other one##? My effort felt like an effort to move a dead body. I’m scared…. Scared …………. Scared ………………………………

                                                “Come on. You had a life, right? I mean at least an anime for teens…. This cliché…you don’t get it!”

                        Now what the heck is she talking about? I thought this was about my destiny. I have lost grip of the Central York. No, it was a different name. I wouldn’t be going there, would I? It’s all about what’s ahead, right? I don’t want to look back.

“Damn. Why don’t you accept yourself as the being you are!!!”

                                        This bitch kicked me in the tummy. A huge spaceship like thing came crashing down. Why didn’t I pay any attention to the sky or the far horizon?!? I got my second kick in the tummy when I realized that sh*t gets real now. A comfortable portion of my rationality was working. I knew that I had to survive to see the marvel of a high-tech battlefield. If you enjoy seeing Godzilla, you neither run nor stand still.

                                                        I started countering this bitch. My stomach was feeling really bad. But I held on. I wanted to see the glorious war. To see it, I have to survive. If you love seeing Godzilla, move and engage in action. I have to be kicking ass or else I’m gonna die because of getting distracted by war.

                                                                I felt like asking her name. WTF is happening to me?!....... And suddenly she says “Trinity…. It’s Trinity. That’s my name” and twists her tongue. This pissed me off. The bitch is playing games with me! I can’t focus well enough to read her deep within. A 50ft tall mecha flew over our heads breaking the whole tower behind me. The mecha got blown away into pieces. I used this Trinity chick as a shield and also punched her in the nose.

                        I must say that her warrior looking outfit wasn’t just for the show. It can do a lot more than acting as an armor against mu punches and kicks. Well… she did spit some blood after the huge piece of metal and explosive ammo hit her on the back. I knew that this is a great opening for me. I punched her more. Right before I deliver a hard kick on her face, I saw a childish expression on her. She was like “ I didn’t kicked you I the face when I had the chance. Why are you getting advantage of the situation like this?”

                                                 Pretty childish. But I stung my very existence. The context is just like what it was with the samurais. But this is hard. I feel that my destiny is not a roller-coaster ride anymore. All will be well, but would I be well after doing all this? I felt the weight of interacting with sentience. It’s not a simple “I will be evolved to the next level by the time I beat the crap out of her” anymore.

                        Then I started seeing the effects of my actions. She used to fight like the water. There was a magnificent flow. Every move she made felt like a part of a one big combo. She looked very teasing and playful. But now she looks at me like a pissed off child with her red eyes. She charged at me and started fighting me with a passion and purpose. She had lost all her beautiful dance like flow. Her moves became quick and subtle. She was becoming more and more like the burning fire.

                                                        I am now witnessing the metamorphic impact of my actions. Sure I create reality using the input of my senses. But that doesn’t make me the owner of reality. I was too gung-ho thinking deluding that I’ve uncovered the knowledge for mastering the universe. But it turns out that my destiny is not the only one out there.

                                        The ground was already shaking. But it got really violent as we charged at each other for a special attack. Two 150m tall mechas came at 340km/h and made their own special attack simultaneously with ours. I almost felt those mechas to be a surreal allegorical representation of us. But it was very real. It’s true that those blue and white mechs were too elegant for war machines. But the shockwave of their elector-charged behemoth swords and AG-shields clashing together sent us flying like candy wrappers.