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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND]


[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND] A SCI FI SHORT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY... DOES THAT NOT MAKE IT A SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraW46TzGpcZl7-pe4RUfrSI

It is now the year 2075 and a whole lot of things have changed. The last world war happened 43 years ago. It was against the people.
The governments of the world banded together under a new banner and formed a plan to control what they perceived as threats and came up with an igenious way to control the common man and woman. The chip was small amd effective. It was injected in the people of the world during the outbreak of a new virus that killed thousands of millions the world over
Would that the people could have known that even the virus was part of the plan.
The chip has changed things.
Man now lives under the collective mind there is no more free thought and the flag of the level and the square flys from the towers that stand as testaments to the power of the illuminati 
The chip is now placed in children at birth... Born slaves.
There is no reason to watch T.V. 
Everything is automatically programmed into the central cortex. Even dreams are suppressed and controlled. 
We live in dorms in these cities that dot the land and do the jobs that we are told to do by the CENTRAL CONTROL AGENCY. Big letters, no one is allowed to breed without authorization.
The government decided that race was also a detriment and people were interbred until this generation has no race.
No more people of different races are being born and the children are raised by THE AGENCY in the "camps."
We are even able to communicate via the chip which attaches itself to the brain 
You know what? 
I think my chip just died today.

There have been signs that it was losing its control as far back as 8 months ago. That was when the dreams started to come in the night.
The dreams make me want to be free and give me clues as to how to do it.
I do not want the chip to alert the authorities as it is programmed to do.
The dreams tell me that I must leave today.

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