A Prison for Paradise, Gabrielle B-G [booksvooks .TXT] 📗

The fourth way policy of separation caused a division in this false paradise. None of us will ever dream of getting close enough to see our seven masters or ask could them why they've been hiding. Instead we'll abide by the social order and take our brainwashing medicines. Our truth hidden in shadows, blinded by power, only to escape in our delusions. There would always be our chemicals to soothe and escape these conditions. Conditions we had forgotten about, because our dreams were much too dazzling to betray us. They'd follow us on monitor and in our child-like complacency, we could care less anymore. Famously wealthy to our elected Gods, always glaring from their abysmal screens.

A consciousness we have forgotten about because our hopes and dreams dazzled and betrayed us. They would watch over us, and in our child-like complacency, we could care less about where we were or who our handlers were. Famous brilliant stars. These elect Few, always aware that we were below them. And so we turned inwardly against ourselves, prostrating to billboards, and blindly trading our souls for our false peace.

For many years, Central Meridia has been the corner-stone of rebellion. My mother taught me many things about life between the wars. She never spoke openly about it, but amongst the ruins of yesterday, the remains of a rebellion silenced haunted us like distant echoes from another time--a time when all nations were Sovereign, when man still had the chance to travel in time and the world was ripe with infinite possibilities.


 This is one of the dreams I had as a little girl. I am standing on the edge of a massive rock over a vast blue ocean. A warm breeze tousles my hair, and suddenly a voice rises within me. It is as if the voice is singing and crying at once. The voice whispers, "You are a daughter of destiny." A rush of calm settles over me. At once I fall to my knees, and tears start streaming down. The tears are everywhere, and they're falling from the sky, becoming light. "Come back to the stars."

They paved Paradise and Put up a Parking Lot - Central Meridia is like a military shopping mall, now known as a "SAFE ZONE" left untouched for many years for those who have opted to wait out the re-settlements of land, we travel by hover platforms which are pulled from place to place across this vast city on the water. Life in Central Meridia could be considered isolating, but it's nothing compared to life on the territory of The New World Foundations of America, where mind control and subversion is so common-place, they aren't thought to be fully human. I have two younger siblings, Molly whose turning eight this year and Bobby who is four.

All I know is that my father left for the military after his wife, Janet gave birth to her son in September 2054. Some have hinted that my dad, Paul, secretly joined the race-war, others say he is a communist. Bobby grew to be taller than Molly, even though he'd be the youngest in the family. He always loved to be spoiled. His hair was jet black. He also liked the color blue, like the ocean. My mother, Janet, was beautiful. My name is Sarah and I am the oldest of three.

This epic adventure begins with an important meal, as it would be our Last Supper. One day we were all getting ready to have dinner together. Bobby was gathering the utensils, Mom and Molly were out looking on the deck catching seashells, and I was getting water from the water pump. We were about to sit down, when a strange machine rose out of the ocean outside the dock. This machine was full of men in dark swim- suits with flashing armbands and bright orange helmets. I remember how they had filed out one by one and then chaotically barged into the house. Bobby was put into handcuffs and commanded to sit on the couch. Then Janet was interrogated by an officer of some-sort an identifier called the RFIDC, our stricken economy, and about her failure to participate volunteering money and support to those who needed us most. The phrases were alien to me, such as: consumer-capital and passcode.

I heard a scream. Then an angry male voice shouting. Then more screaming and cries for help, but I couldn't make out from who. My mind was going dark, the screams seemed to reach everywhere, from every house, windows were shattered. People screamed. Mothers cried. And I couldn’t see my mother. The room was full of black smoke. My ears and eyes burned. Then a felt a thump, as someone dragged me by the shoulders out onto the pavilion. I feared everyone was dead. When I woke up I wretched into a bucket, my eyes refocused as mom bent over to hold me said that every male, including boys no matter how young, were taken away from Meridia.

They took my brother away. I knew we would never see him again. I wanted to understand. I cried at nights thinking, praying. I would tell Mom that I wanted to participate. I knew that the war was all the mattered. The war. There is an old saying which is that, "God shelters everyone, even the scum of the Earth." I knew that even though I’d never seen one; that the giant spider machines and planes also had to be a part of this foreign world I had never seen. I saw it all in my head. Spiders, planes, big oil monsters gobbling up the ocean. In these nightmares I also saw my brother, Bobby. He was standing in the wreckage of a battle. White crosses and rubble followed him everywhere he went. He would sit in one of these giant machines, and he would watch another free society go up in flames. Because burning bodies were the price-tag attached to his future, he forgot all about his family.


 The Endless Delusion

Three years later and their economy rapidly transformed. Where ordinary citizens could at last rush to the top and stare down at their minions. The Great Foundation prospered and was branded into every essence of life. The Great Foundation was finalized by a former US president who had ties to the Russian KGB, and wanted to control everyone. He called it, a world at peace, where no war or violence existed.

 He wanted to rewrite history and shape the minds of every presence on earth. Yet the crazed religious suicides and violent dissent sparked a separation. After the Race-War was initiated by a branch of the CIA united with the World Health Organization and defense contractors to coerce everyone into DNA testing and social experimentation. The Race War hit the American U.S and Canadian population first, then South America.

Instead, a great awakening turned into endless tyranny and eventually silence. For soon those elect few decided that they were God-chosen to sweep this planet of her soul. Believing it was their time to quell the fever of freedom and rise of rebellion, they would deal an unforgotten blow to this dissent, and pave their golden paradise with the death of the millions of resisters. Those chosen few went unscathed, and yet all would soon turn and beg for their salvation as this mass epidemic of sickness swept the planet and nearly destroyed all life.

And so the earth was remade. When the survivors couldn't take it anymore, they begged on their knees to the Royal Elect to be saved. Then taken in to the remaining hospitals to be brainwashed, conditioned, and "cured". Some few would pay millions for a BlackMarket cure, and a very few would steal the formula, forever in hiding until their children left them into the world happily.

"The only price for truth is our happiness, and to get happiness we pay for perfection,” once said a great and powerful member of The League of Dreams. I could go on for decades about how we became so corrupt, but I must continue my story. It was three yeas after my brother was taken that we learned that Meridia was under attack, and we needed to flee. We didn't know that the world sought to exterminate our families, and that the children had been chosen for future combats.

All transportation in America is restricted. Too expensive for minorities to afford. They are strictly for the chosen few and military police. The rest of us? Well, if you're not bound through an RFID Ink Code, you'll be arrested on sight. You can only travel with a Handler or a Lead who has the Official Clearance. If you do not get your hand stamped with your electronic ID, then you are subject to arrest and confinement without representation and accused of identity theft. If you are not wanted in the system or unable to enforce it, you're an extreme outlaw, rebel, or  terrorist.

So, thus began our journey to the very place we feared and hated. My mother bought us tickets to board the refugee ship which would carry us across the water to the Coast of NEW AMERICA. It was so dark inside the ship, but at night I swore I saw a star. We were very scared that once we got to AMERICA, they would send us back home. The air was cool at night, but our hope warmed us and our curiosity seemed to keep the tears away. We were leaving, alone. Two young girls, outcasts, with no idea of where we were going.

There was always a hope that “The ONE” was still striving within me. The beat of my heart pounded with the rhythm of the ocean. I knew I would find peace. We were drowning in rage. We would have had more time to prepare if we had known sooner. But, news caught on slowly to Meridia. How could these horrible men be coming again? This time in search of not just little boys, but young girls to fight their wars.

They're stealing our children!

A New Age of Evolution

Molly hid herself from the eyes following her everywhere. Molly had left The Treatment Center years ago, her home. She had forgotten her memories. She buried her face in a book, and for a moment she was lost to another place. She was there, in a massive city filled with spiraling kaleidoscopic towers, colorful architecture…nothing bland…nothing boring. She could hear the voice speaking to her from somewhere deep within, and soon enough her migraines took over. For nearly many years had the memory of a once-powerful city remained solely in our minds, while its broken walls, ruined towers, and highways lay buried deep within its filth.

I lived in The City of Steel, far from the ancient buildings now crumbling to dust. There was no crime and no poverty. It was protected and had enough imported goods for us to live comfortably. Although it was considered one of our country's best cities, The City of Steel did not come with a happy story. This city was once the capital of the world empire before chemical warfare destroyed even false peace. Diseases wiped out thousands of lives.

No matter how terrible it was, our country could not do anything to stop it. It spread and could have threatened other cities as well if it had not finally been gotten under control. People discovered the source of the virus. Days went by and nothing could be done about it, other than to not drink the water. Day by day the death toll climbed the charts. The virus was unstoppable and nothing could be done to cure it.

It was fatal to all. Finally, after days of silence and emptiness, our country got the germs under control. When this City was finally repopulated, it was