Year? The future.
Year 1
Deadline-The shit has finally hit the fan. Get ready folks! The apocalypse has reared its ugly face. What we feared has finally come true and it is now time to pay the piper.
Fact:
Whatts, a naked middle aged primate, wakes up from a deep slumber. It is the future. The midnight sky is burnt blood red. A bright white cold light pierces through the slats of Whatts’ window blinds. For exactly three seconds there is only senseless numbers; a symptom of UltraScan.
UtlraScan-The latest in body harvesting technology. The aliens have finally come and they not only want to rape his body but claim his soul. It is just as well because Whatts is unemployed like all people in the future. Soon Whatts will be sold to the harvesters.
Connections-Those things that were hidden for so long are now making themselves known. You ask, “why do the officials say so little when so many things have been covered up?” It is a simple fact that there are trojans among us who seek to hide themselves within a wooden horse of lies and deceit. We the people need answers!
A mysterious flying machine is not a rain cloud!
Fact:
Jerry is walking down the street and sees a bird fall from the sky. He looks down to find that the ground is literally littered with dead birds. Jerry realizes that he has been blindly walking on the permanently grounded corpses of dead foul. Filled with disgust, he files a well articulated complaint to the bureau. NO REPLY!
Let me tell you about something that happened to me a year ago in the far south. I had flown to a secluded tropical vacation spot for some well deserved rest from the stress of everyday life. During this time I had developed a deep love for deep sea diving. I would dive head first into the cold healing waters and explore the wondrous sea life that thrived below. Each coral and every fish seemed to act in unison. Under the sea everything is connected like the circuit board of a streamline computer.
When I came to the surface once again a jet black boat was speeding towards me at a breakneck pace. There were men in suits carrying guns and big radios for communication. They seemed to be pointing at me. I quickly submerged myself back into the water.
Year 1
Deadline-The shit has finally hit the fan. Get ready folks! The apocalypse has reared its ugly face. What we feared has finally come true and it is now time to pay the piper.
Fact:
Whatts, a naked middle aged primate, wakes up from a deep slumber. It is the future. The midnight sky is burnt blood red. A bright white cold light pierces through the slats of Whatts’ window blinds. For exactly three seconds there is only senseless numbers; a symptom of UltraScan.
UtlraScan-The latest in body harvesting technology. The aliens have finally come and they not only want to rape his body but claim his soul. It is just as well because Whatts is unemployed like all people in the future. Soon Whatts will be sold to the harvesters.
Connections-Those things that were hidden for so long are now making themselves known. You ask, “why do the officials say so little when so many things have been covered up?” It is a simple fact that there are trojans among us who seek to hide themselves within a wooden horse of lies and deceit. We the people need answers!
A mysterious flying machine is not a rain cloud!
Fact:
Jerry is walking down the street and sees a bird fall from the sky. He looks down to find that the ground is literally littered with dead birds. Jerry realizes that he has been blindly walking on the permanently grounded corpses of dead foul. Filled with disgust, he files a well articulated complaint to the bureau. NO REPLY!
Let me tell you about something that happened to me a year ago in the far south. I had flown to a secluded tropical vacation spot for some well deserved rest from the stress of everyday life. During this time I had developed a deep love for deep sea diving. I would dive head first into the cold healing waters and explore the wondrous sea life that thrived below. Each coral and every fish seemed to act in unison. Under the sea everything is connected like the circuit board of a streamline computer.
When I came to the surface once again a jet black boat was speeding towards me at a breakneck pace. There were men in suits carrying guns and big radios for communication. They seemed to be pointing at me. I quickly submerged myself back into the water.
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