I had a dream last night that went something like this
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In the distant future of earth, very little has changed over the years. Countries exist much in the same way they always did, technology and science slowly makes little to no progress, and politics are what theyve always been. Until one man declares war on every country in the world at once. Across the globe, armies, nuclear warheads, and munitions stockpiles are simultaneously overpowered, comandeered, or disabled by enemy soldiers in numbers reported to be mere fractions of the size of their targets. One to five men armies toppling high security military bases. Squads of less then 50 men engaging standing troops of over one thousand. The enemy is overwhelmingly powerful, and the world has no idea who it is. The mystery breaks apart age old alliances and nations each stand alone, struggling to resist the tactically invincible and technologically superior forces. Finally the smoke clears, and the suprise attack turns into total conquest of the world.
Ten years later, the first true world war has all but ended. Infrastructure and society in shambles in all but a couple hundred pockets of the world that struggle to bear the weight of the worlds economic needs on their few shoulders.
I live in such a pocket of civilization, and as luck would have it, mankind still craves entertainment. So I carve out a life fighting other men in arenas, rings, and cages. Most fights follow old, Standardized safety codes, but every couple of months, novelty events emerge, where teams of fighters clash in a open space, with the intent of killing the other. I'm good at it. Not the best, but I keep fighting, and keep surviving. Men like me are solicited by rebels who manage to hold on against the power of the new peoples empire, but I never had an interest in petty causes. Regardless of what the world was, for better or worse it is changed, and no amount of fighting can undo it. Men who cling to the belief that the world can or should be what they want it to be only drive the time for making do with what we have further into the future. When the fighting ends, weapons will turn to tools, soldiers turn to workers, and we'll finally be able to rebuild the world from the ashes of the old and who knows? Peacetime under a government that was powerful enough to conquer the entire world for the first time in history, might not be such a bad thing.
Such was my line of reasoning before I was abducted one day, and put on a battle field. The rebels gave me a choice to fight for my life or let the empires soldiers mow me down. Of course I fought. And the more I killed, the bigger targets they sent to attack, and the more I saw of the empire in the less civilized places of the world. Monsters roamed the streets of ruined cities, genetically engineered to attack rebel soldiers, but it wasnt uncommon to see piles of children torn apart and partially devoured by rogue mutants. Teams of soldiers loyal to the empire were hungry like every one else in the ruined world, and they killed and plundered whole families for what small amounts of water and food were available. The rebels were only slightly better, asking for outlandish favors from t he desolated people, justifying it with the promise of an end the war when they won. Both sides were ugly, but wars always been an ugly sight, and for my part, I just eventually got so used to fighting against the empire that I began to believe in why I was killing.
I wasn't the best soldier in history, bu t kept killing, and killing, and killing, and I hadn't died yet.
A year after I was inducted into the rebel army, I was recalled from 212th unit, and ordered to report to a military encampment, concealed behind the shower of by ye niagra falls deep in the jungle. I was ordered to travel alone, in order to move quicker and evade capture. Two weeks later I reported to the base codenamed renaissance. I was admitted into the base and ordered to report directly to fifth battlefield director Sony Corver. Director Corver was a slender, tall, brooding man. Too many people looked to him to allow himself to feel the exaugstion of the war, so he focused it into a firm, impenetrable hatred that left him close minded, and yet the first time he spoke to me, it was clear that what little of his genius hadnt been drained dry was one of the sole reasons the rebels hadnt lost yet. "Its different from any war in history. Before, there was always somewhere else to run, more guns to find, more food to take, but this time, its a game of checkers. No matter how smart either side plays, no matter whos go t bigger guns, resources are extremely finite, and both sides are nearly choked out. But we've recently uncovered intel that the empire is in the final stages of a program that will be able send freighter shuttles from one end of the galaxy to another in months. If they make this move its game over, but its a game of checkers and we may just have a shot at a game changing jump." I listened silently, until Director stopped talking, and when he did, the first the first thought that slowly entered my mind was "why me?" Corver's respnse sincere and quick "your one of the few soldiers capable of using strategic theory on the same level as the empire trained troops. Its a rare but valuable commodity. In addition, your amongst the even more rare forward units with that kind of intellect. Scrape em all together and plenty of officers are smart, but the team cant all be leaders. You will be one of thirty men commanded by two officers and the members of your unit were chosen in all the world to take over the space freighter project."
So days later the team was assembled, and we split up into smaller groups heading towards our attack point in secret. And once the pieces were set, orders were given and plans ready, we attacked. Overpowering the security was complicated but the team was ready, and we blew through hundreds of enemy soldiers on our way into the project building. Once inside, we followed the plan, and neutralized opposition, our countdown before reinforcements arrived began, but when we found our way through through building, we found the emperor, surrounded in wh at security was left, behind blast shields. Reinforcements would be coming sooner then we thought, an were trapped, but in a dit ch effort we did what we had been doing for over a decade. We fought and killed, and killed and killed. And when the dust settled, we were the only ones standing. So we searched the base and scored the project details. Sabotaged the hardwire components and stole the software and schemetics.
We had won, and beaten the most powerful human force in earths history. On the way out I separated from the others. I chose to desert and walk away from the war alone. As I placed down my weapon and looked around I saw a young woman hiding in a small vault, the door cracked open. The war was decided and war was decided and the two of us were both going to have to run, so we ran together and eventually, as the old empire died, the two of us built a life.
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Wish I had dreams like that.
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I have dreams where I take over China all the time.
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Another decade after the war ended life moved on, cities were rebuilt, and the world healed with the help of the space freighter tech. Silvia and I remained together and fell in love. She was vibrant woman full of love, and an adventurous nature. As we recovered from war together, our love grew until we we decided to be lifelong partners.
And then history repeated itself.
One day, the soldiers of the old empire attacked us in our home, silvia was injured in the battle, her arm ripped off by an explosion, but no blood came, and instead a shower of blue sparks, and wiring were exposed beneath the flesh on the surface. The robot I had loved as a woman for ten years reached for me as I staggered back saying "a computer? All this time?" I ran outside to find mutations ravaging the city, and warmachines driving down the roads. My vision narrowed and I lost abilit to think, then everything was still and quiet, until I opened my eyes again and breathed thick dank air. And listened to the hum of machines, felt the sting of needles in my veins. I was in an underground medical facility.
I lay still for hours, not knowing what to do, then a screen came on showing broadcasts of a massive imperial army washing away forces of the earth republic like an ocean. The more I watched, I noticed a blinking at thencorner of the screen. Its flashing irritated my eyes so I stared up at the dark ceiling and as I blinked the imprint the flashing light left in my eyes clearly said "find silvia-Corver" followed by coordinates. I pulled the needles from my arm and got out of bed. The drawer beside me had a pistol that fired small plasma charges, clothes, and a map. I searched for a way out of the underground place, and found I was alone, but a serious of arrows on the wall guided me out.
I followed the map to the coordinates id seen and found a civilized, empire controlled town. Population 10,000.
I barely set foot in the town before being surrounded, and wisked away by men in imperial law enforcement uniforms. In a small house id been taken to, the 6 men removed their masks and I recognized them as survivors from the last battle of the old war. Corver stepped out from the midst of them sqaured off against me then begin to speak.
"Soldier you must be wondering what happened, in the interest of time, we cant afford precautions this time so ill just tell by you how it is. 10 years ago, before being debriefed for the critical mission you were part of, you were biologically programmed by use of enzymes and viruses to have memory flaws if the mission was unsuccessful. In order to recall the events that led here, Im going to read you keywords as you thinkbback to that mission." He began to read random words off a list and I recalled fighting through the defenses that day, but as promised I began to remeber things that weren't there before.
The base was lightly gaurded, and we were made uneasy by how overwhelmed the enemy was by our small force. Inside the base was all but deserted, and we made our way together to the center of the complicated maze like building, and in the center was a two story tall black obelisk. Only two security gaurds tried to oppose as we killed them and began to question the handful of scientists we found in the room. None of them seemed to know about space freighters but we were determined and confused. We began executing one after another until one admitted the obelisk was a safe that contained a small but important stock pile of technology, but when ordered to open it the remaining three scientists insisted they didn't know how. My fellow soldiers couldn't accept the defeat, driven mad by it, the began torturing the three, cutting small parts off of them and making them look at the wounds, one of the men cutthe pants from one of our female victims and began to rape her. It went how youd expect until the soldier ejaculated, and we all fell into a nightmarish trap. T he woman had been somehow altered, to facilitate rapid impregnation. The offspring grew in her womb in seconds like an explosion, and a horrific mutant ripped out, and killed everything in its path, dragging the mangled corpse of its mother like a garment. My memory skipped, and I was inside the obelisk, and I found silvia amongst collections of books and machines, my memory skipped again an sbout we were running.
Corver finally brought me from the trance. "After you left with t ha t woman the empire wasnt able to complete the space freighter project. While you two were in hiding, both the empire amd rebel army petered out. And feudal armies took hold of bet he world. It was actually peaceful by comparison. But then the mutant that was created that night resurfaced along with a thousand offspring. The empires back with a vengeance and they now have silvia back." I eventually managed to speak "do you know what she is?"
"She's a machine. The imperor designed her with all bbt creativity of a human and t he computing powers of the universe, and she made him the guns he used to take over the world. Coded the genetics for the mutants, and wrote his strategies based on every conflict between humans and even animals in recoreded history."
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Write a book, Slim. This is awesome. owo
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