When reality begins to reflect literature…December 16th, 2011 by Gabrielle Faust received No Comments »
The more I think about it, I’m a little unnerved by how it seems like some of things I wrote about in Eternal Vigilance, regarding the government, are starting to slowly come true. Who knew when I started this series a few years ago that I’d be faced with the reality of it firsthand. Take these few pages for instance, from Book 1: Deep Within the Earth…Tell me this isn’t spooky! After you read this, then watch the video posted below, in case you missed my posts on Facebook and Twitter yesterday. While the video may seem fantastical in production, this is a very real bill that was signed into law on the evening of December 15th by the Senate. It has completely undermined the Bill of Rights. Our government has officially, in this act, declared America as being in a state of war and the military, including police officers, now have the right to use brute force against you for any reason. Things in this country are about to get very real…
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““You’ve picked a fine time to come back, I’ll give you that much.” The tone of his voice had changed. It was stronger, business-like.
Apprehension tightened within me. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I suppose I should bring you up to speed on the last one hundred years.” He uttered a short, stifled laugh.
“Hundred years…” I repeated numbly.
“You were gone for quite a while,” Sea snorted. He stared down at the floor, his features obscured by long sheets of white-blond hair.
“Ah, where to begin? It was the end of 2011. ‘Everything’s under control,’ the government had cooed as if it were just another territorial war over oil rights or American hostages.” He turned to look at me with a sad sort of fatigue in his eyes. “It never ceases to amaze me just how good politicians can be at making millions believe a barefaced lie.”
I sat on the windowsill, leaning back against the chipped white frame. I watched him carefully. “What happened?”
He sighed loudly through his nose and looked away. “The world’s foundations were crumbling at an ever-increasing speed. Man’s greatest downfall was, and still is, its selfishness…that is, aside from its inherent ignorance. You know how it was before you left. The world was a political chessboard; its inhabitants mere collateral damage. Well, it only got worse.
“They called it ‘Apocalypse 12.’ I call it stupidity. I call it pain and suffering that could have been avoided if only the few in charge had listened to the wind, but, then again, perhaps not. Perhaps Fate had simply grown weary of making excuses for us? Who knows, but within a year things had gotten so out of hand that it was only a matter of a few lines of code before someone decided to take advantage of the situation.
“At first it appeared that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred; it took nearly twenty-four hours for the world’s leaders to realize exactly what had happened. As they went to test their toys, their warheads, their bank accounts, they found them inaccessible. Databanks, satellite systems, you name it. Someone had cleverly rewritten the military codes for every nation in the world; someone had siphoned every drop of the world’s monetary reserves into private pockets. Someone had slipped in and lifted the king’s purse while he was sleeping. Everything, locked down tight and secure. That someone was an underground cyber-movement that dubbed themselves the Tyst.”
“Tyst?” I rubbed my eyes as I thought. “What does that mean?”
He paused, watching me intently. “As far as I know, it is an old Swedish word for ‘silent’.” He leaned back into the sofa cushions. “From what I have heard, the group originated in the Netherlands and consisted of one or two primary units on each of the main continents. They have existed since the early 1950’s, working in complete anonymity to establish a global network of various scientific and political geniuses with one universal goal in mind: worldwide restructuring of societal and governmental hierarchies. Ex-CIA and KGB intelligence, renegade scientists and informants from a wide array of fields allied with the Tyst Project seeing it as the only way to save humanity from annihilating itself. As technology evolved, integrated systems engineers, symbiotic biotechnologists, and nanotechnology experts were naturally introduced into the fold. The most brilliant and devious minds of the 20th and 21st centuries secretly united for a single cause. There are many theories as to how they completed their work. History is written by the ones in power and is rarely an exact account. Written and rewritten; you know how it works.”
“And no one rose up? No one challenged this movement?” It seemed a little unrealistic that the world would just roll over and show its belly without a fight.
“Oh, no, no, no. There were wars. Brutal, bloodthirsty wars. There still are. It was by no means the smooth transition they had planned for. In fact, it ruptured the entire societal structure and, when the first wave of dust settled, the Tyst were the ones in control. They held the keys to the world’s main sources of weapons and fuel, and enough money to buy whatever still remained.” He shook his head as if in resignation.
“The Tyst were already deeply entrenched within every major country like a terminal cancer. Nations panicked, shutting their borders unsuccessfully. Civil wars erupted as people pointed the finger at each other in their desperate search for a neck to hang. The demons in our beds are the ones we always forget to watch, but this time the demons had no faces. That was the horrible beauty of the Tyst’s plan; the isolation that resulted from the mass panic weakened everyone. The only problem with their plan was that, as with all utopian dreams of erecting the perfect societal system, they did not take into account just how bitterly humanity would retaliate. Soon enough, it was as if their original intentions had vanished, yet they were not about to surrender and retreat for it would have meant certain death for the entire Tyst Project and its followers.”
“The next twenty years were hellish anarchy.” Sea paused for a moment to gauge my reaction. I had none. It seemed my predictions had come true after all. “The Tyst were in control. They moved in, confiscating the remaining power and food sources while cleaning up the loose ends of any vein of technology that might have given the rebel forces an edge. They outlawed the most basic computer systems to the common masses. Again, isolation techniques to break the will of the people. However, behind the walls of their fortresses, they implemented the beginnings of what is now known as the Chronous matrix, an intelligent, organic computer program capable of instantaneous and random evolution. It is what lies at the core of the Tyst regime, what gives them their true power and it controls absolutely every aspect of their world.”
Something shifted uncomfortably within my soul. I turned away from my study of the market below, my eyes settling on the two computers glowing in the corner of the room. Sea’s story sounded too rehearsed, too perfect in its timing. I wanted to question him on his acquisition of the machines, but held my tongue.
Sea was lost in his diatribe and continued his tale oblivious to my mounting suspicion. “With the Chronous securely in place, the world began to change in an even more drastic way. The Tyst’s numbers were growing steadily, day by day, as people swore their allegiance out of fear. They had seen the very foundation of their existence shattered and realized that they were, for the most part, completely incapable of fending for themselves. If you wanted to stay alive and feed your family, you kept quiet and did as you were told. Starvation quickly wore down the resistance of many, especially those trapped in the suburban sprawl. A chasm formed in the fabric of society, a deep rift between those who sought a path back to their old way of life and those who had forsaken all links to the past. Those who rebelled retreated from the city in search of older, more powerful ways of seeking their revenge. They are called the Phuree.”
“The Phuree, where are they now?” I kept my eyes on the crowds of the market far below my window perch. I had the sudden strange feeling of being watched very closely. I shifted uncomfortably. The aged springs of the couch whined pitifully as Sea lifted himself up. He stretched his arms up and over his head, arching his back.
“Nowhere near here, if they are wise,” he chuckled. I didn’t like the laugh. It was the laugh of a conspirator.
“And why is that?”
“Because they will be shot on sight, or worse, if discovered. You see, there is no First Amendment, no Bill of Rights, and no Constitution, in this country or any other for that matter. Only the Declaration of Global Restructuring as enacted by the Tyst Empire. The Phuree do not recognize the DGR and the punishment for that is death.” He paused for a moment, folding his arms over his chest. Reaching up with his right hand he rubbed his chin in thought, his gaze far away in reflection.
With a small sigh he looked up at me. “They could have blended in, gotten inside the system and probably, with time, broken it. But they chose to be loud and brash and violent in the early years. They have modified their approach since then, but today’s generation still pays dearly for the actions of those early leaders.”
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