24. Ghost Plans

“There is no future, my friend” added Circeei “All that was built on the pseudo-revolutions which started with French Revolution are dead. Yes, we have collected information about them, and none of them were real revolutions, but just an excuse for the worse people to take over and do bigger evils. Look where they have lead us and what they have made us – slaves to an idea which is still not applicable to us. They have made sure that the worst could be rich and control the goverment. Earlier, the control came from at least those people with legacy. Now uneducated barbarians rule just because they have a tongue which can navigate around a huge demon rat’s arse. All revolutions of history has come up with an option to bring a worse situation and none of them has done anything for the future generation other than to enslave them. But this would be different. What we are doing is not a rebellion for the ninety nine percent, but it is for the one hundred percent”.

“When you are not scaring me, you keep impressing me; that I can’t deny. No, it is not just because you are beautiful, it is because you are awesome with what you have done, going to do…never mind. What are you planning to do?” asked Christian.

“You are a good man, Christian; and I am sure that your words will betray you before our paths deviate” said Circeei with a smile “There are no real plans. There are just ideas which are scattered around different areas. We call it the ghost plans. We shall fight, and based on how it progresses, each point on our map gets activated as the troops there can decide how to approach the battle from their point. All points are connected and affected by each other, but none of them pre-determined in fate. We need individual ideas and we want emotions to come into play, against their well-planned extremely logical actions which is single-dimensional”.

“My words? Never mind. But does that plan even come close to working? I mean, can each of them think of their own at the right time in the right way?”

“We value individuality. We don’t feed nonsense into the brains of our people. They can believe what they want to. We don’t want to create slaves of logic and make them like our enemies who have been enslaved by science for centuries, not caring for their fellow humans. Let them make decisions based on emotions, with special emphasis on righteousness. Let them sacrifice themselves or suffer for their friends. All the decisions we make won’t be logical, but emotional – for we are humans and not robots. We shall love each other and shall be ready to pay for the same with our lives. You don’t seem to believe though, are you in or out?”

“Yes, I am in. But what is with you and suffering? Except for the genetic mutation and stuff, what is with your embracing pain and death? You were always suffering, even before getting evolved to this world, and you gain from them all, and from the way you talk, I know there is more to it than whatever keeps meeting the eye. It is like you were born to suffer and is proud of it”.

“You don’t understand. There is no transcendence without suffering. There is no life without pain and suffering, and without the same, you never really lived. You were never human, or in better words, you never deserved to live. Yes, a world without all these should have been made with all the developments in science, but unfortunately all those developments were sponsored by the rich and carried out their minions who wanted nothing other than money. Yes, that once again points to the need for suffering to purify the world, and once they are purified, may be the next generation won’t need any more of the purgatory which has been established on Earth”.

“Is it the resurrection of our souls and the ultimate salvation that you are talking about? It is something one can wait for, with patience. With death as only the beginning, is it what comes of the other world that matters? Doesn’t that matter more than most of the things in this world?”

“You can take it that way too. If you do, in many ways, we are both the same. I have felt transcendence, a meaning beyond, and this existence of a superior power all which is beyond all existing logic. There is boundary to the logic, but not to our imaginations, and as long as we are creative enough, we can win this battle against logic. There are no rules in this world. We are all evolved to the mysteries of this planet, and even though you Christian is not, you are a man of your talents which we can use, as you know more than any of us or our enemies know”.

“My ignorance shall be my bliss. For what I know, I have to say that for the first time in my life, I am glad that I can believe with ease instead of having a tough time in making myself stick to accepting the lies as truth. When do you plan to attack? I mean when do we attack?”

“We attack when we are ready, and it won’t take much time. Before that, you might wish to pray. You will need it better than we do, for we are evolved and resistant to pain while you are not. They are weapons themselves, and they are pain; and our bodies are the area where they can use that weapon”.

Christian remembered the words of the voice “You don’t exist. It is your essence that exists. As a whole, humanity survives, even as the question remains – for how long and where? But they exist, but without their essence. They are just random creatures brainwashed with ideas of science as truth, when human life was never supposed to be a result of theories. It was to be dependent on the essence that exists, but what we see now is the existence that exists”.

“Now where are the voices when you need them?” wondered Christian.

To be continued…

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20. Fate’s Weapons

Seventeen years after the execution of Dion and his wife, the same Southern Bloc was no longer under the control of the Northern Bloc, but the military bases of the Northerns remained in the Southern lands, and the former concentration camps were now known as bases for military training for which the Northerns paid a specific amount of money every year.

Among the military bases, there was one, which went very far down the ground like never before, with its world coiled around like a snake and would have been the biggest sky scraper if it was built straight up above the ground. In the middle of those coils, there were a group of rooms, and in this section, there were twenty five and on the left side of the section, the writings on the door read as C1RC221 and on its right, it read as V221KA.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, may God bless you” said the voice.

“Thank you my dear” said the shorter girl to the other.

“It is your eighteenth birthday dear, say something”.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, how can we be sure with our brains so much tampered with”?

“I am telling you, so believe it and say something, make a small speech”.

“I feel that these people will have something to say when they come to know that we have tampered with the camera wires and even managed to steal items from the kitchen to make a cake. Was this necessary? I couldn’t do the same for you on the day of your birthday. I feel ashamed of being not good enough”.

“No dear. It was because you got caught when you tried. This time, it was accomplished by us together. I don’t think that anybody in this prison has suffered like you did when you tried to get me that cake on that day. Such defiance was always going to get you brutally tortured. They had broadcasted that tape to silence the other prisoners, but let me tell you that it did not. They have successfully created a lot of perfect robocops without emotions, never questioning their instructions, but people like us are growing in number. Well, you earned an year of solitary abuse and humiliation just for me. Today, we will earn the same, may be for an year and a quarter, but this time together sharing the pain of each other”.

“I heard that all the concentration camps by the Northern Bloc has been decommissioned officially. May be we will survive, and you can go for that world journey which you always wanted, and I can get married to someone like that guy whose head was cut off for eternal defiance in the men’s prisons. May be we will be people, and not creatures”.

“Yes, concentration camps have been decommissioned, but we are not in one of them any more. We are in a military camp and we are soldiers. We might be walking experiments, but we are also super-soldiers on paper. I wouldn’t deny that though, from the way you almost brought that cake to me and suffered all that torture which no normal human being could have. We are stronger than these prison wardens are, but we are less in number and without weapons, even deprived of our nails and our tooth locked in this smooth covering. Meanwhile, we are highly vulnerable to these special weapons which they hold. We are to be unleashed one day, may be as part of a war or as part of a dangerous expedition to another planet or even another dimension. Until then, we will be grown to become vegetables, submissive to these people”.

A violent burst sent the door to the ground. Five wardens entered the room.

“Prepare Subject V221KA for the extended shock purgation. Put subject C1RC221 in the Ice Age Aquarium for now. Her skin can take a lot, and we shall soon decide to what is to happen to that repeat offender. Until then, a frozen brain and body shall do a lot of good to her. She is becoming my favourite. I should actually kill her, but I am forbidden from doing so. But if she gets killed during one of these torture sessions, I am pretty sure I won’t be held responsible” said the voice through the loudspeaker.

“You are spending too much time together. May be you will love to spend time together while tortured? It would be so cruel of me to separate you, because you are my favourite fake twins. You will like that, won’t you?” asked the warden with the skull mask.

“There are a few other things that we will like. This is only until we get out of here and make each of you suffer. One day, it will be you hoping that you were not born. We have better plans to torture each of you. This skull mask which you are wearing will be your face. And for these things which are your fingers, you can find another name to call them. The Northern Bloc will rot in hell, and this inferno shall be created by our kind whom you have tortured. Yes, I have more plans for you, skullface, and we are still working on it, and so I am not going to tell you more”.

“Fine, do what you want when you go out of here alive, drama queens, but for now, just suffer and learn to follow orders. Don’t part with your emotions though, as you will need it in the torture chamber”.

At the time of torture, they were not alone. Another guy was there, being stuck between two walls of spears and another girl who was stretched. Two dead guys were also there, one eaten by vultures and the other mutated beyond recognition by radiation. There was red light in the room and a fast, dreadful music was there for listening, as if it extended the torture.

To be continued…

18. Death by Fear

“Its been a month and no news about the revolution yet. Did we make tea the rightful heir to the dreaded capitalist coffee rather than creating that much needed tea revolution?” wondered Noah.

“Or may be it is because we are living in this secluded area which carves for that name ‘the vampire island’. There is no possible contact with the Imperial Firmament or any civilized or semi-civilized world. Thats what makes us safe her from both Acheron and Bella. As this is not the vampirism she wants, and this is not the revolution that he can afford, we are good. We don’t sparkle, and we don’t drink coffee, both are not acceptable things for them, or are rather quite loathed” replied Jack.

“I forgot that you are a vampire zombie. May be we should tell a few of them to get us some newspapers”.

“They are not my people, and most of them are beyond help. You can go to them if you don’t value your blood not your brains, for they might drink the tasty liquid and eat the awesome food. You don’t need a newspaper unless you wish to make contact with Acheron giving him your exact location, and one day he may nuke this place”.

They stopped suddenly. There were sounds of screeching and screaming around, and it was getting louder.

“And what would that be?” enquired Noah.

“It should be some prank. The people believe that this house was home to spirits, as the building rests over a graveyard which had quite a history. But that surely is the result of some anti-social elements trying to make sure that people don’t stay here. As long as I am concerned, I have lost the belief in anything beyond the material existence.

“So much for the rational man. You never really believe in most of the things, right? But you don’t see the space, but can believe that Earth revolves around the sun and moon is a satellite. You have no problems about scientists making you believe about the planets and the solar system. That is good hypocrisy. You didn’t follow that journal after that didn’t you”?

“What journal? That guy Christian’s journal? You found more from it? Did he even know what he was writing when he was writing them down?

“Yes, I was just left without reading the ending, and I would not mind that because there was nothing positive to come out of it. But now I know that we have a purpose, and the divine hand is always there to lead us towards the same – what we lose here, we shall gain in the other world”.

“So these spirits, you think that they are real? Do you believe in these stories more than these ignorant people manage? Do they inspire you”?

“No, they don’t inspire me yet. But I believe that they exist for a reason, just like the sun, moon, the tides and the woods. Their existence is as mandatory as the presence of any living creature which was created by God. If they are real, I believe they shall not bother us unless they are extremely evil, and even if they do, I have this crucifix to protect me”.

“So where does that keep me? I guess I am a vampire, a creature from the devil? Where in the food chain and where in the material existence does that fit me into”?

“No, absolutely not. You were created human, and the thing that you have is just a disease, and it is the result of venturing out of path and believing in science and technology beyond the limits. You would have been a perfect creation if you could have lived with nature, but what is left of mother nature now? The science has taken it all, and the destruction that it has brought on us is equalled only by the ignorance of God that it has rained upon us and hurt our chances of redemption deeply. The devil is different and he shall come in many forms, but a vampire is not one of them, and a zombie inherits none of his cunning and cruel nature. Your existing humanity which fights against the disease as well as the sin is a sound proof for it. The demons might cross over to this plane though, and about the material existence, I would guess that they are just the minions of the devil himself, coming down to Earth with lesser power as the sons of eternal damnation as they are expected to be, but still being extremely tormented in pseudo-happiness”.

“If there is hell, I should still be worthy of it, and it should be better if I don’t believe. There is no hope about me that I am aware of. There is only that descent into that darkness of a possible zombie vampirism which can create that eternal fog before my eyes which could make sure that I won’t even recognize you enough to keep me from making a brain fried rice or blood shake out of you”.

“No, nobody is worthy of hell. I would still wonder about Acheron and Bella though. There is rarely such pure evil in this world. There is evil in abundance, and the amount of it should be incredibly shocking to any angel who has come down to Earth, but none of them worhy of eternal hell unless God judges them. We cannot decide on the same, as there is lot of hope for us, and we have to believe until the end of the world, the finishing line for this old world which they have lied to us as being modern”.

“So, can you try and talk these spirits, demons or whatever creatures which you seem to believe in”?

The sounds had reached a level which made talking amost impossible, as they could hardly hear each other. A shadow moved past them, which they didn’t notice, but they could see that the lights of the hall were blinking eyes as if tired of being lighted all day in a land of darkness.

To be continued…