I'm sorry. I have been overworked and I'm just tired. Too tired to continue this story. It's moment has passed. I'm going to dedicate what little free time I get to working on my first real book. I've procrastinated long enough. But for those interested, I will give you a full synopsis of what this story would have been had I had the time to write it. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll come back and finish it. So here it is! The plot of the story that never was!
As we progress along our road trip, everyone gets sicker and sicker. We start noticing men in black suits following us. Chasing us. We come to find out the illness we have isn't even of our planet. It's a virus from another world. An alien virus. Sick Nick is the only one who doesn't suffer from it, and we find out why. He is actually an alien doppelganger sent here to infect the world with an incurable plague. The men chasing us are from the government and were doing everything in their power to prevent the spread of the disease of which we were unknowingly carrying. The alien killed Sick Nick before we even left. I find his body when we arrive back at home, just before passing out. I wake in a CDC tent. It is in this tent that I find out what has really been happening and why we all felt so sick. The alien has been captured also. They have it's possessions, too. Only they don't know how they work. I sneak away at some point and get into the place where they have the alien's things. I mess with them trying to find a way to cure us, anything at all, and end up transported to the alien headquarters in the Helix Nebula. Humanity is doomed at this point. The virus unstoppable. Still, I try to find a way to stop it.
In case the original mission was a failure, the aliens set up a back up plan. A bomb that would wipe out all life with Earth in it's blast radius. The reason for all of this deals with the creatures ability to communicate with beings in the afterworld.
The afterworld mythos appears in most of my work. I have most of it worked out but it's ever growing and evolving. It basically merges all known religions. The specific parts of my mythos important to this story are: 1. The Old Ones.
The Old Ones are very Lovecraftian in nature. They are some of the oldest sentient creatures to have died. In the afterworld, their power has grown godlike over time. They are infinitely bored with all matters. They take no part in anything either in life or after death. They have been around so long, that only events of the most epic proportions can wake them from their eternal slumber. Old ones are not evil, nor good. They think beyond good and evil. Although some harbor deep hatreds, and others infinite love.
2. Seers.
Seers are those gifted with the ability to gaze from the afterworld into the living world. More powerful seers can even communicate with those of us living beings who have our own unnatural gifts. The race of aliens in question have trained themselves over millennia to propagate those individuals with the ability to hear and respond to seers.
3. Devil Snares.
Devil Snares are microworlds created within the afterworld by powerful demons. Their purpose is to trick a soul who died suddenly into believing it has never died at all. This is done so the demon can draw power from the trapped soul.
The aliens made a deal with some of the Old Ones to trap all of humanity in a massive Devil Snare. Thereby giving them a surge of awesome power. Enough to do something worth staying awake for. They succeed in this plan, but not before I accidentally set off the bomb. The aliens didn't have enough time to get away. So even though I technically destroy the world, at least I took those fuckers down with me.
Now with humanity trapped within the Devil Snare, I do everything in my power to wake them up. You can break out of a Devil Snare, but first you must realize you are stuck in one. I first go around waking up my friends. (which isn't easy) and the story ends with me trying to wake the reader.
Thank you for your interest in my work! I wish I had more time to write for you. (And no, I do not believe my first book will be on these subjects. I plan to work under a fake name, putting out a series of these tales later. But first I need to make a name for myself.)
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Chapter 2
Thousands of years ago, the afterlife was simple. The rules were set. The good went up. The bad went down. But people grew to dislike these rules, so they changed them. Everything became grey. The waiting rooms overflowed. Order was lost.
The aether is more malleable than you think.
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A fatal flaw of the human condition is our need to attribute meaning to things where there is none. Every human experience, every interaction between us and our surroundings is simply our brains processing electrical signals. Our sensory organs equate to nothing more than gauges like that of a submarine. Inside a sub, men act as the nervous system. Special instruments take in raw data, translate it to a reading, which the people inside use to make decisions on what to do. But those people aren't actually seeing the area around the submarine, only what the gauges read. We generally have the feeling of being something within the body, but not the entire body itself. We feel like passengers riding along in the head, the brain. Our senses are the readings captured by our special instruments ie: skin, eyes, ears, tongue.
Our brain is the crew manning the ship that is our body. We never truly see the world around us. Electrical signals are sent from our sensory organs through the nervous system and the brain reconstructs it into a familiar form. But this is not reality. It is a hologram projected in our minds simulating what the world seems to be. It is advantageous to survival to be able to form a picture of our surroundings so we can anticipate danger or opportunity, then act quicker in seizing it. Consequently, our brains attribute value systems onto certain common indicators. Things that help us are "good," things harmful to us are "bad."
But things aren't "good" or "bad." Things just are and our entire perspective of the universe is grossly skewed. Even our scientists, our "unbiased observers" fall prey to this way of thinking. Just because we share a common denominator with the cosmos doesn't mean that we are the universe and the universe is us. It just means we are made of the same materials. Super abundant, highly compatible materials.
Another great example of a positive spin on a scientific fact is popular factoid that the heart of our galaxy smells like a bit of raspberries and rum. These are both nice things, and we like thinking that our galaxy is pleasant. They say this because the center of our galaxy was found to contain ethyl formate, which is partially responsible for the flavor of raspberries and the smell of rum. What they neglect to tell you is it is a central nervous system depressant that in high concentrations can cause narcosis in minutes and death in a few hours. But we don't run around saying how wonderful it is that the heart of our galaxy is full of death liquid.
WAKE UP
The aether is more malleable than you think.
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A fatal flaw of the human condition is our need to attribute meaning to things where there is none. Every human experience, every interaction between us and our surroundings is simply our brains processing electrical signals. Our sensory organs equate to nothing more than gauges like that of a submarine. Inside a sub, men act as the nervous system. Special instruments take in raw data, translate it to a reading, which the people inside use to make decisions on what to do. But those people aren't actually seeing the area around the submarine, only what the gauges read. We generally have the feeling of being something within the body, but not the entire body itself. We feel like passengers riding along in the head, the brain. Our senses are the readings captured by our special instruments ie: skin, eyes, ears, tongue.
Our brain is the crew manning the ship that is our body. We never truly see the world around us. Electrical signals are sent from our sensory organs through the nervous system and the brain reconstructs it into a familiar form. But this is not reality. It is a hologram projected in our minds simulating what the world seems to be. It is advantageous to survival to be able to form a picture of our surroundings so we can anticipate danger or opportunity, then act quicker in seizing it. Consequently, our brains attribute value systems onto certain common indicators. Things that help us are "good," things harmful to us are "bad."
But things aren't "good" or "bad." Things just are and our entire perspective of the universe is grossly skewed. Even our scientists, our "unbiased observers" fall prey to this way of thinking. Just because we share a common denominator with the cosmos doesn't mean that we are the universe and the universe is us. It just means we are made of the same materials. Super abundant, highly compatible materials.
Another great example of a positive spin on a scientific fact is popular factoid that the heart of our galaxy smells like a bit of raspberries and rum. These are both nice things, and we like thinking that our galaxy is pleasant. They say this because the center of our galaxy was found to contain ethyl formate, which is partially responsible for the flavor of raspberries and the smell of rum. What they neglect to tell you is it is a central nervous system depressant that in high concentrations can cause narcosis in minutes and death in a few hours. But we don't run around saying how wonderful it is that the heart of our galaxy is full of death liquid.
WAKE UP
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