[THIS NEW WORLD. PART TWO]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TALE...
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I have been in labs the world over and I have seen unspeakable things yet being here actually chills my blood.
I want to destroy everything...just lay waste to it all.
The scientist is a light skinned black man of about 40 years old.
He is the grandson of one of the scientists who participated in one of the experiments. His grandfather was a white man who died in the plague that destroyed the white race.
His father still lives.
All of these people are illuminati and that is why they are in control. Who better to control than those who control the information? The armies? The media?
I had paid special attention as the church had changed faces to meet the changing global situation and slowly taken control with a world religion. All over the world people were taught the same things and all society ran the same way. Caste was very important. If you were born forsaken you died forsaken. That was the way.
How easily had the sheep been corraled and misled.
The general public had no idea that we existed and the only people who knew were the families of the enclaves. They kept us as secret as they could even as they hunted us. some of us were eradicated but we did have the ability to reproduce and if it was a union of those who were part of the experiment we had the ability to produce children like us. Our children matured fast and we taught them ourselves. As more and more children were born to us we realised that we had a sort of collective memory which was capable of being passed along in vitro.
This served us well in many instances for we learned from one of own even as they died.
I think back to the first days of my being as I was now. In the beginning we were treated well until someone somewhere figured out some of our true potential. The imminent threat as they saw it.
We were seperated and placed in cells that were hardly big enough to turn around in with toilets and poked and prodded day after day year after year.
After about two years I started to hear the voices...you know like whispers in my mind.
This scared the shit out of me and I tried to shut them off day after day.
After about a month I figureout hat the whispers were.
They were the thoughts and dreams of my fellow prisoners. I started to reach out in my mind and touch my fellow inmates who had been just as suprised by this development as me. All of us had powers of some sort . A result of the manipulation of our DNA strands.
We had been connected. Not only to each other but to everything. What I am talking about is the ability to actually see into and through all life..to feel...to change.
We all decided not to let our captors know of our newfound ability and kept this change to ourselves.
The scientists had no idea that we were telepathic and this was what led to the success of our escape.
Ahhh that day.
I remember it so well...it dawned grey and cloudy as if allah knew what had to be done. As if the angels tears would be wept for the ones who died.
As in any situation of imprisonment a schedule is put into place and maintained and many of the daily doings are done at the same times each day.
It was that way with our exercise. We had periods where we were allowed three hours of exercise on variuos days.Only ten prisoners were allowed to exercise at a time and this was in pens of about 10 x 20 arranged in rows of 5 with an aisle in the middle.
As the guards started to release us on this day I looked at all my fellow prisoners who had been released...all black and I thoght of slavery. This is how the slaves of our past must have felt.
I could feel the image flow to the thoughts of my compatriots and I saw them all seem to come to attention...To stand more erect before we were told to move along.
I decided at that very same moment that it was now or never and I turnedto the gaurd nearest me and he seemed to just lift from the ground and was hurled to the wall across from us with such force that his body was smashed. I had hit him with all the power of my mind or so I thought at that time.
At the same instant the guard at the front of the line was decapitated by a sister from the city that was called New York as she extended her fingers into claws and whirled on him.
Immediately lights began to flash and sirens began to shriek. The doors at the ends of the chamber were replaced by steel as plates of metal rose from the recesses in the floor and slammed into place.
"No!" I heard one of my fellow mates scream.
At this I turned to the place where the plate was that led to the outside corridor and I focused all my mind into the blow of psychic power that flowed out from my mind and ripped the steel in to lethal shrapnel that exploded down the corridor. Everything that had been there was riddled by the metal and pieces of riot gear littered the floor...pieces of men.
It is now the year 2015 and I have just fully recognized that I and my friends are some bad ass motherfuckers.
We come together and make our way out of this place.
We are challenged no more as we come to the last door and I tell my friends to be silent telepathically as I project my mind beyond these walls into the space outside. I feel the rain as it begins to fall on heads of the soldiers outside...the cold steel of their guns and vehicles.
I smile and raise my arms and pices of the building start to tear away and become missiles which smash vehicles...men.
All of a sudden there is a roar as the whole outside of the building is propelled forth into the rain and confusion.
We who were prisoners are suddenly looking at the outside world and it looks so good.
Yet we are not free yet and we still have to make it to the gates.
Immediately the people who can teleport begin to do so and to appear behind the soldiers who still live and dispatch of them. I can teleport as well but I must remain here.
I use my powers to form a shield over the main group and we move out into the open.
I feel the approach of something massive. It is in the sky and I look up to see a silent and futuristic looking ship as it passes into view in the air above our heads.
The people who were outside of the shield teleport back under the protection of the shield and we all look at the ship as a voice fills the sky and the land around us.
"WHO IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS?"
At this I answer. "We are one!"
"I order you to cease and desist!"
I now recognise the voice it is the general who oversees this project.
I answer "cease these nuts!"
At this a brilliant white flash erupts from the ship. It is deflected by my shield.
By this time I have located the generals presence in the ship and teleport to where he is. I appear right behind him and grab him in a choke hold as I teleport back to the ground beneath the ship where I stood only a fraction of a second before.
I release the general and he steps away amazed.
"Now lets talk" I say to him.
He looks at me as if I am a disease and his words while full of hate are controlled.
"I know who you are. You are the one called Dawood your real name is John Albert. Are you the leader of this?
"We are one" we all speak at the same time and our voices take on an almost ethreal quality in this world where the rain falls on an invisible dome over our heads.
He continues to look at only me as he talks.
"You know that we cannot let you escape."
At this I laugh.
"LET US!"
He looks rather smug as he takes a step closer to me and whispers in my ear.
"Guess what?"
I take the bait.
"What?"
"I have the trump card."
He steps back and says "In each and every one of you is a chip that will explode if I give the order."
I look surprised before I say "Guess what?
He looks at me rather hard before he takes the bait.
"Those chips are no more."
"I dont believe you." he says as he speaks into the com patch on his shoulder.
"Ensign."
"Yes sir."
"Take out the one called Dawood."
"Sir?" the voice says after about three seconds.
"What ensign?"
"Sir its not working."
"What in the bloody fuck?" the general says and I detect a tremor in his voice.
"Told ya."
He looks at me and contemplates the developments thus far.
"What do you want?"
"To be free."
"I cannot authorize that."
"I know but you will pass that message along?"
Isay this as I reach out in my mind and crush the ship above us. It explodes and the flaming pieces of it rain down around our heads as we stand protected under the dome.
They fall...flaming and sizzling in the rain.
I look at him and I say "You were left alive to pass on a message."
He is defeated and he knows it.
"What is your message?"
"Leave us alone. It is that simple. You have seen what we can do. What we are. All we want is peace. Leave us alone.
At this we turn and walk away as one, melting into the driving rain.
Yet that was then and this is now.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE FOR THIS TALE TO CONTINUE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. HOW IS IT SO FAR?
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/
I have been in labs the world over and I have seen unspeakable things yet being here actually chills my blood.
I want to destroy everything...just lay waste to it all.
The scientist is a light skinned black man of about 40 years old.
He is the grandson of one of the scientists who participated in one of the experiments. His grandfather was a white man who died in the plague that destroyed the white race.
His father still lives.
All of these people are illuminati and that is why they are in control. Who better to control than those who control the information? The armies? The media?
I had paid special attention as the church had changed faces to meet the changing global situation and slowly taken control with a world religion. All over the world people were taught the same things and all society ran the same way. Caste was very important. If you were born forsaken you died forsaken. That was the way.
How easily had the sheep been corraled and misled.
The general public had no idea that we existed and the only people who knew were the families of the enclaves. They kept us as secret as they could even as they hunted us. some of us were eradicated but we did have the ability to reproduce and if it was a union of those who were part of the experiment we had the ability to produce children like us. Our children matured fast and we taught them ourselves. As more and more children were born to us we realised that we had a sort of collective memory which was capable of being passed along in vitro.
This served us well in many instances for we learned from one of own even as they died.
I think back to the first days of my being as I was now. In the beginning we were treated well until someone somewhere figured out some of our true potential. The imminent threat as they saw it.
We were seperated and placed in cells that were hardly big enough to turn around in with toilets and poked and prodded day after day year after year.
After about two years I started to hear the voices...you know like whispers in my mind.
This scared the shit out of me and I tried to shut them off day after day.
After about a month I figureout hat the whispers were.
They were the thoughts and dreams of my fellow prisoners. I started to reach out in my mind and touch my fellow inmates who had been just as suprised by this development as me. All of us had powers of some sort . A result of the manipulation of our DNA strands.
We had been connected. Not only to each other but to everything. What I am talking about is the ability to actually see into and through all life..to feel...to change.
We all decided not to let our captors know of our newfound ability and kept this change to ourselves.
The scientists had no idea that we were telepathic and this was what led to the success of our escape.
Ahhh that day.
I remember it so well...it dawned grey and cloudy as if allah knew what had to be done. As if the angels tears would be wept for the ones who died.
As in any situation of imprisonment a schedule is put into place and maintained and many of the daily doings are done at the same times each day.
It was that way with our exercise. We had periods where we were allowed three hours of exercise on variuos days.Only ten prisoners were allowed to exercise at a time and this was in pens of about 10 x 20 arranged in rows of 5 with an aisle in the middle.
As the guards started to release us on this day I looked at all my fellow prisoners who had been released...all black and I thoght of slavery. This is how the slaves of our past must have felt.
I could feel the image flow to the thoughts of my compatriots and I saw them all seem to come to attention...To stand more erect before we were told to move along.
I decided at that very same moment that it was now or never and I turnedto the gaurd nearest me and he seemed to just lift from the ground and was hurled to the wall across from us with such force that his body was smashed. I had hit him with all the power of my mind or so I thought at that time.
At the same instant the guard at the front of the line was decapitated by a sister from the city that was called New York as she extended her fingers into claws and whirled on him.
Immediately lights began to flash and sirens began to shriek. The doors at the ends of the chamber were replaced by steel as plates of metal rose from the recesses in the floor and slammed into place.
"No!" I heard one of my fellow mates scream.
At this I turned to the place where the plate was that led to the outside corridor and I focused all my mind into the blow of psychic power that flowed out from my mind and ripped the steel in to lethal shrapnel that exploded down the corridor. Everything that had been there was riddled by the metal and pieces of riot gear littered the floor...pieces of men.
It is now the year 2015 and I have just fully recognized that I and my friends are some bad ass motherfuckers.
We come together and make our way out of this place.
We are challenged no more as we come to the last door and I tell my friends to be silent telepathically as I project my mind beyond these walls into the space outside. I feel the rain as it begins to fall on heads of the soldiers outside...the cold steel of their guns and vehicles.
I smile and raise my arms and pices of the building start to tear away and become missiles which smash vehicles...men.
All of a sudden there is a roar as the whole outside of the building is propelled forth into the rain and confusion.
We who were prisoners are suddenly looking at the outside world and it looks so good.
Yet we are not free yet and we still have to make it to the gates.
Immediately the people who can teleport begin to do so and to appear behind the soldiers who still live and dispatch of them. I can teleport as well but I must remain here.
I use my powers to form a shield over the main group and we move out into the open.
I feel the approach of something massive. It is in the sky and I look up to see a silent and futuristic looking ship as it passes into view in the air above our heads.
The people who were outside of the shield teleport back under the protection of the shield and we all look at the ship as a voice fills the sky and the land around us.
"WHO IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS?"
At this I answer. "We are one!"
"I order you to cease and desist!"
I now recognise the voice it is the general who oversees this project.
I answer "cease these nuts!"
At this a brilliant white flash erupts from the ship. It is deflected by my shield.
By this time I have located the generals presence in the ship and teleport to where he is. I appear right behind him and grab him in a choke hold as I teleport back to the ground beneath the ship where I stood only a fraction of a second before.
I release the general and he steps away amazed.
"Now lets talk" I say to him.
He looks at me as if I am a disease and his words while full of hate are controlled.
"I know who you are. You are the one called Dawood your real name is John Albert. Are you the leader of this?
"We are one" we all speak at the same time and our voices take on an almost ethreal quality in this world where the rain falls on an invisible dome over our heads.
He continues to look at only me as he talks.
"You know that we cannot let you escape."
At this I laugh.
"LET US!"
He looks rather smug as he takes a step closer to me and whispers in my ear.
"Guess what?"
I take the bait.
"What?"
"I have the trump card."
He steps back and says "In each and every one of you is a chip that will explode if I give the order."
I look surprised before I say "Guess what?
He looks at me rather hard before he takes the bait.
"Those chips are no more."
"I dont believe you." he says as he speaks into the com patch on his shoulder.
"Ensign."
"Yes sir."
"Take out the one called Dawood."
"Sir?" the voice says after about three seconds.
"What ensign?"
"Sir its not working."
"What in the bloody fuck?" the general says and I detect a tremor in his voice.
"Told ya."
He looks at me and contemplates the developments thus far.
"What do you want?"
"To be free."
"I cannot authorize that."
"I know but you will pass that message along?"
Isay this as I reach out in my mind and crush the ship above us. It explodes and the flaming pieces of it rain down around our heads as we stand protected under the dome.
They fall...flaming and sizzling in the rain.
I look at him and I say "You were left alive to pass on a message."
He is defeated and he knows it.
"What is your message?"
"Leave us alone. It is that simple. You have seen what we can do. What we are. All we want is peace. Leave us alone.
At this we turn and walk away as one, melting into the driving rain.
Yet that was then and this is now.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE FOR THIS TALE TO CONTINUE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. HOW IS IT SO FAR?
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