You can only see what your eyes allows you to see.
You can only see what you mind allows you to see.
Visions can be deceiving and sight can be false,
but combine them together, then you might see the truth.
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- “People have said there is an integrity about me, and I think there is. I don't try to follow a trend. I have my own little path.” - Sarah Brightman
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Unnamed Story - Part 2
My cigarette had burned out. I threw it on the ground and stamped on it. The light of the cigarette disappeared and the smoke had left a taste of tobacco in my mouth and on my tongue. I took a look at my watch. It was broken and I didn't really remember how it got broken. I took it off and threw it as hard as I could towards the tree standing there all alone. I stretched and yawned. I went back to my car and stood on the drivers side for a while. I opened the door and sat on the drivers chair. I put in the key and pressed the button that said: "START ENGINE". The car wouldn't start. I pulled the handle that said: "Open Bonnet". I stepped out of the car and pulled up the bonnet. I was looking at the engine and a few tubes had holes in them where hot liquid was coming out. I didn't remember any holes in the tubes from yesterday, someone else must have done this. Maybe it was this David person. I abandoned the car and started walking with my black shoes on my feet. I didn't know where to go, so I just chose to walk this road that seemed endless. I walked for hours and hours and there was no sign of other people, only me in middle of no where. I reached a bus-stop. I walked towards the chart and was looking at the time the bus was going to arrive. I pulled up my sleeve to look at the time. My clock wasn't on my arm. I didn't remember what I had done with it. I took a look at my phone. It said: "Low Battery" and then it turned off. I got enough chance to see what the time was though. The time was: "03.15". It looked like the last bus had already left. I was 15 minutes late. I had no choice then to sleep at the bus-stop and wait for the morning to arrive. So I slept.
The next morning I woke up and got a chance to see the sun rise up. It was so beautiful and peaceful. I got blinded for a short while of the shining sun. I stood up and stretched and exactly at that time the bus arrived. I stepped into the bus and chose to sit in the back of the bus. Soon I noticed the bus was empty. I felt like this bus was sent just for me and I wasn't comfortable with that.
When I reached the next bus station, I stepped of the bus and I was back at my hometown. I walked through the streets and no one was around. I decided to go back home, where it all begun to find out some clues. When I reached my apartment I thought I could relax there for a minute or two but suddenly I was hit by the thought of that bloody woman in the elevator. So I instead I decided to take the steps and so I did. I reached my floor and opened the front door. I stepped in. It was dark. I tried to turn on the lights but it seemed like there was no electricity. I noticed I wasn't alone in the darkness. Someone else was there too. Then a strong voice of a very strong person came. The person stepped out from the darkness and the sunlight shined so the body of the person was visible, but the face was still dark, I couldn't see who it was. All I knew that was a man and he started to talk. He said: "We have been watching you, David. Please, take a seat on the chair to your right." and I did so. Then he continued to speak: "That woman you saw in the elevator, she wasn't real. The feeling that you had that you was being pursued, wasn't real. Everything you have felt today today wasn't real. Your mind had been jacked by my people. You are one step from being a successful experiment. All the other test subjects has failed, but you, you are something else. Your mind is stronger than we thought. All we want you to do now is to remember, remember where you were before all this happened."
I thought for a minute and said: "I was here, I was going to work, but then all this strange things started to happen." He stopped me and said: "No, I want you to remember where you were before you woke up. Try to remember, anything you remember can help us." Then it hit me and I said: "I was kidnapped. I were thrown into a van and was given a shot of some kind and then I fell asleep. I don't remember anything more than that." Then he said: "You really don't believe that do you!? You were never kidnapped, you were never thrown into a van and you were definitely not given a shot. You were created by us. We created you David. We played Gods role and we created you David. You are a clone. But I must congratulate you, you just succeeded as the perfect clone ever made." Then he stepped into the sunlight. When I saw his face I got chocked. He was me and I was him. Was I his clone? I was feeling so weird that I trowed up and fainted. But before I really lost my consciousness I heard him say: "Quick, take him to the emergency room. We must not lose him. He cost us to much too lose him now." Then I fainted and was probably dead.
You might think how I am able to tell you all of this if I am dead. Well the day when I died, they cloned me again, but not from the original body. They cloned me from the clone because they realized if they cloned a clone from the clone, then it would be more stable and a great chance to remember everything that had happened. The original David died of course, but he lives on through me.
Today there are more people who want to get cloned and in that way they can live on forever. These clones are also being perfected and being used in the military, in the medics and being used as lab rats. Clones are the future.
End!
[Art of Pixels]
The next morning I woke up and got a chance to see the sun rise up. It was so beautiful and peaceful. I got blinded for a short while of the shining sun. I stood up and stretched and exactly at that time the bus arrived. I stepped into the bus and chose to sit in the back of the bus. Soon I noticed the bus was empty. I felt like this bus was sent just for me and I wasn't comfortable with that.
When I reached the next bus station, I stepped of the bus and I was back at my hometown. I walked through the streets and no one was around. I decided to go back home, where it all begun to find out some clues. When I reached my apartment I thought I could relax there for a minute or two but suddenly I was hit by the thought of that bloody woman in the elevator. So I instead I decided to take the steps and so I did. I reached my floor and opened the front door. I stepped in. It was dark. I tried to turn on the lights but it seemed like there was no electricity. I noticed I wasn't alone in the darkness. Someone else was there too. Then a strong voice of a very strong person came. The person stepped out from the darkness and the sunlight shined so the body of the person was visible, but the face was still dark, I couldn't see who it was. All I knew that was a man and he started to talk. He said: "We have been watching you, David. Please, take a seat on the chair to your right." and I did so. Then he continued to speak: "That woman you saw in the elevator, she wasn't real. The feeling that you had that you was being pursued, wasn't real. Everything you have felt today today wasn't real. Your mind had been jacked by my people. You are one step from being a successful experiment. All the other test subjects has failed, but you, you are something else. Your mind is stronger than we thought. All we want you to do now is to remember, remember where you were before all this happened."
I thought for a minute and said: "I was here, I was going to work, but then all this strange things started to happen." He stopped me and said: "No, I want you to remember where you were before you woke up. Try to remember, anything you remember can help us." Then it hit me and I said: "I was kidnapped. I were thrown into a van and was given a shot of some kind and then I fell asleep. I don't remember anything more than that." Then he said: "You really don't believe that do you!? You were never kidnapped, you were never thrown into a van and you were definitely not given a shot. You were created by us. We created you David. We played Gods role and we created you David. You are a clone. But I must congratulate you, you just succeeded as the perfect clone ever made." Then he stepped into the sunlight. When I saw his face I got chocked. He was me and I was him. Was I his clone? I was feeling so weird that I trowed up and fainted. But before I really lost my consciousness I heard him say: "Quick, take him to the emergency room. We must not lose him. He cost us to much too lose him now." Then I fainted and was probably dead.
You might think how I am able to tell you all of this if I am dead. Well the day when I died, they cloned me again, but not from the original body. They cloned me from the clone because they realized if they cloned a clone from the clone, then it would be more stable and a great chance to remember everything that had happened. The original David died of course, but he lives on through me.
Today there are more people who want to get cloned and in that way they can live on forever. These clones are also being perfected and being used in the military, in the medics and being used as lab rats. Clones are the future.
End!
[Art of Pixels]
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Diary of a Soldier
August 2010
I received a phone call. It was the national defense force. I was called in to fight a battle in Afghanistan. My parents were very upset and my mom cried a lot. I was going in, in one month.
September 2010
I woke up this morning. I packed my bag, put on my uniform and went to the kitchen. Everybody was gathered around the kitchen table. I sat down and my mom served me breakfast. I ate and we headed to the airport. I said goodbye to everyone. My mom was last. She refused to let me go, so I had my brothers to hold her. I checked in the bag and went to the plane. The next day, I was at the base in Afghanistan.
October 2010
Today we had our first assignment. We were going to a village and get in contact with the people in the surroundings. We had heard that talibans were in the area. Everybody gathered around and our captain gave us our orders. Now we headed out with the troops and the vans. There were a lot of road mines which made it hard for us to get by. When we reached the village, everything seemed calm. We made some contact with the villagers and they were not happy to see us. Some said that if they helped us the talibans would cut their throats off and if they didn't we would bomb their houses in suspicions of talibans being in the area. Also if we bombed the area, it would be only civilian casualty and the talibans would just get away. Our objective were now completed. We head back to the base.
November 2010
I woke up this morning and realized again I wasn't home. God I missed home. Today we had got intel about talibans being in a village not far from here and this time we were 100% sure. We were going to hit them and we were going to hit them hard. Our captain gathered everybody and explained the situation. We made up a tactic, but first we sent out one of our stealth planes to scan the area. Everybody gathered their equipment and soon we headed out. When we came close to the objective I saw the bushes budge and I aimed my gun straight at it. My companion said: "Relax man, there is nothing there." I said: "You are wrong man, there is definitely something there." and the next thing you know, we were being shot at. I threw myself as fast as I could on the ground and pulled a grenade and pulled out the safety key and threw it in the bushes. The next minute a explosion from my grenade made a terrible sound. We shot down the rest and two of our comrades got shot. One in the leg and the other on the arm. A third one got a scratch from a bullet on his shoulder and another had lots of holes in his clothes. I went to the bushes were I had thrown my grenade at. What I saw there chocked my head. It was four talibans laying on the ground, dead. We gathered their body's and weapons. We put the guns in the truck. We also called for a helicopter to take back the wounded.
December 2010
This was the last month and when this month ends, we get to go home at last. But it was far from over. We all gathered around and took a picture as a memory. Later our captain came and looked disappointing at us. Something was wrong. At first I thought that one of our wounded comrades had died, but it was not that. We said: "Today I received a phone call from the military police. They said that someone in this crew had called back to their parents and told them that when we killed the talibans, we laughed and made fun of the dead. That we at the meeting were making jokes about how the dead looked like and that we had killed a little girl back at the village. Then the mom called the military police. I am very disappointed at you, at all of you. You put my loyalty at risk. I am not going to give you any names, but lets not ever repeat this again." Then he turned back and left. Everybody was looking down and was ashamed of themselves. Before the last day me and my comrade received a medal for a good work back at the village where I killed four talibans with a grenade and my comrade shot down several of them. The captain gave us the medal and I looked at it and thought: "This is madness. I am being received a medal for killing? I am being received a medal for have taken another mans life?" This was all so mad to me, but out of respect I accepted the medal.
January 2011
It was the beginning of the month and we were back at home. We stepped of the plane and I took of my medal and threw it away. I collected my bag and went out from the exit. There was my family and I was home.
[Art of Pixels]
I received a phone call. It was the national defense force. I was called in to fight a battle in Afghanistan. My parents were very upset and my mom cried a lot. I was going in, in one month.
September 2010
I woke up this morning. I packed my bag, put on my uniform and went to the kitchen. Everybody was gathered around the kitchen table. I sat down and my mom served me breakfast. I ate and we headed to the airport. I said goodbye to everyone. My mom was last. She refused to let me go, so I had my brothers to hold her. I checked in the bag and went to the plane. The next day, I was at the base in Afghanistan.
October 2010
Today we had our first assignment. We were going to a village and get in contact with the people in the surroundings. We had heard that talibans were in the area. Everybody gathered around and our captain gave us our orders. Now we headed out with the troops and the vans. There were a lot of road mines which made it hard for us to get by. When we reached the village, everything seemed calm. We made some contact with the villagers and they were not happy to see us. Some said that if they helped us the talibans would cut their throats off and if they didn't we would bomb their houses in suspicions of talibans being in the area. Also if we bombed the area, it would be only civilian casualty and the talibans would just get away. Our objective were now completed. We head back to the base.
November 2010
I woke up this morning and realized again I wasn't home. God I missed home. Today we had got intel about talibans being in a village not far from here and this time we were 100% sure. We were going to hit them and we were going to hit them hard. Our captain gathered everybody and explained the situation. We made up a tactic, but first we sent out one of our stealth planes to scan the area. Everybody gathered their equipment and soon we headed out. When we came close to the objective I saw the bushes budge and I aimed my gun straight at it. My companion said: "Relax man, there is nothing there." I said: "You are wrong man, there is definitely something there." and the next thing you know, we were being shot at. I threw myself as fast as I could on the ground and pulled a grenade and pulled out the safety key and threw it in the bushes. The next minute a explosion from my grenade made a terrible sound. We shot down the rest and two of our comrades got shot. One in the leg and the other on the arm. A third one got a scratch from a bullet on his shoulder and another had lots of holes in his clothes. I went to the bushes were I had thrown my grenade at. What I saw there chocked my head. It was four talibans laying on the ground, dead. We gathered their body's and weapons. We put the guns in the truck. We also called for a helicopter to take back the wounded.
December 2010
This was the last month and when this month ends, we get to go home at last. But it was far from over. We all gathered around and took a picture as a memory. Later our captain came and looked disappointing at us. Something was wrong. At first I thought that one of our wounded comrades had died, but it was not that. We said: "Today I received a phone call from the military police. They said that someone in this crew had called back to their parents and told them that when we killed the talibans, we laughed and made fun of the dead. That we at the meeting were making jokes about how the dead looked like and that we had killed a little girl back at the village. Then the mom called the military police. I am very disappointed at you, at all of you. You put my loyalty at risk. I am not going to give you any names, but lets not ever repeat this again." Then he turned back and left. Everybody was looking down and was ashamed of themselves. Before the last day me and my comrade received a medal for a good work back at the village where I killed four talibans with a grenade and my comrade shot down several of them. The captain gave us the medal and I looked at it and thought: "This is madness. I am being received a medal for killing? I am being received a medal for have taken another mans life?" This was all so mad to me, but out of respect I accepted the medal.
January 2011
It was the beginning of the month and we were back at home. We stepped of the plane and I took of my medal and threw it away. I collected my bag and went out from the exit. There was my family and I was home.
[Art of Pixels]
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