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Crypto-Gods

​ Crypto-Gods
BY: R.M. Almonte
Far into the future, when man had lost his connection to the distant past. Countless wars and destruction had taken place. When the land masses had moved to form new continents. Man had barely survived several times. It was a far different world to that of their ancient ancestors. Because of man’s necessity to survive, keeping records had taken a back seat. Things like planes, google and Xbox had been long forgotten. Nature had almost completely recovered its lands. For the exception of a few skyscrapers, here and there. Ancient man's greatness was now but a dream told by a few old fools, that no one listens to anyway. But one thing did survive amongst the powerful families. Somehow cryptocurrencies had survived but not in the way ancient man knew them. It was said; when the catastrophes started, some men tattoo their QR code onto their forearms. No one is really sure why this tradition was started. Amongst some of the ancient relic where manuscripts that taught them how to maintain these blockchains and run the internet.
Many religions were formed such as the Bitcoinism, Ethereumism and much more. Bitcoinism was the most powerful. They constructed huge temples to the god Satoshi. It is said, that Satoshi created the 1st blockchain which allows their souls to enter if they were worthy.
If you were one of the chosen bloodlines that were blessed with the tattoo, then you were allowed into the sacred part of the temple. It was rumored that when you enter, the high priest would scan your arm with some magical tablet. This would tell the priest how bless you were.This is where they kept the ancient computers to run the blockchains and the manuscripts In this society that would make you royalty. The family with the most bitcoins ruled. If you were caught faking the tattoo you were immediately beheaded.
The gods had blessed the Temples and the homes of the royals with electricity. While the majority of the population lived in squabbles with no light or running water. It was illegal to use any technology. The high priest and the Royals didn’t want technology to advance. All they wanted was for the blockchains to run smoothly and to stay in power.  
The devotees of Bitcoinism tattoo their faces with a B across the left side of their face. This also gave them favor with these families. Especially if you wanted to become a priest or a soldier. The soldier’s weapons of choice are these hammers that are 2ft long. At the end of the hammer was a B, so when they hit you with it, God would forgive you as you now wore the mark of the Gods. This allowed you to enter the blockchain when you died.
Far too west existed Ethereumism, they were not that different from the Bitcoinknights. The only differences were they wore their QR codes on their chest. Same old ignorant mentality. Each side was insulted that the other believed in that blockchain but not in the one true blockchain. Especially the Bitcoinknights because Satoshi created everything and it was a betrayal to him to choose another cryptocurrency.
The Bitcoinknights had enough of the infidels. They started to march their huge armies to the west. To destroy the Ethereumknights once and for all. What they didn’t know was that the Ethereumknights were waiting for them half way to their city. They had to march their army through an ancient city. That made the journey treacherous because of all the vegetation growth and buildings that had collapsed.
Without a moment to breathe the Bitcoinknights were surrounded. The Ethereumknights came from every angle with bloodlust in their eyes. They engaged in one of the bloodiest battles that any of them could remember. To make matters worse they believed when they died they would become part of the blockchain and become closer to the gods unless you were hit with the sacred hammer.
Unknown to both groups were the Altcoinknights who lived far to the south. A long time ago they had broken away from both groups. Unlike the others they allow everyone to use and learn about technologies. Amongst them lived a young inventor named Dracoin. He had found a way to steal all of the Bitcoinknights and Ethereumknights coins. The Altcoinknights were worried that whoever won the war, they would come after them next. So they let the Ethereumknights know that the Bitcoinknights were coming for them. While both sides were distracted their armies took over the temples. Becoming the new royalties of both cities.
Both sides took heavy casualties, by the time they came back home their world had been turned upside down. The old powers try to contest but by their own laws, they had lost everything. One by one they try to enter the sacred temples and all of them were turned down as they had no cryptocurrencies in their wallets. The new leaders instigated by saying that the gods were unhappy with them and that’s why they took away their blessings. Since the majority of the population were blind followers, that did not understand how technology works. What once kept them in power, now stripped them of it. They were all exiled from the cities and a new era began.

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​Skies of Trinity

​Skies of Trinity
By: Ramon Manuel Almonte
 
        The skies of trinity, what does that mean? Something that keeps getting repeated in my dreams. You know, right before you wake up. Its what they call the hypnagogic state. I don’t know if you believe in this kind of crap.
            Once a week, right at 3:33am. I hear these words and it wakes me up. To be quite honest with you, it’s quite annoying. I prefer to get a full nights rest. Anyway I started to check the internet and nothing. The only thing that popped up was a space weather warning programmed out of Trinity College in Dublin. Was there a connection and why at 3:33am?
            I decided one night to sit down and meditate. I didn’t plan it but when I looked over at the clock before I started, it was 2:22am. I’ve meditated before but wouldn’t call myself a meditator. After a while, I nodded off to sleep.
“Soul-matrix <>connecting//333[program initiating]” I saw a screen with this on it.  
“Comparability scanning in progress.” I heard like a computer running in my head with the beeps and sounds.
“100% match” a few more beeps “folder created. Instillation initialized.” At that moment I couldn’t see anything, just hear what was going on. “Program Installed.” I swear when it said that something was downloaded & installed into my mind.
            The visions began, I started to see what’s called the Black Satellite. It’s a diamond shape object sent here by aliens, 13,000 years ago to protect us from major cataclysm. It was sent here after the diluvian cataclysm that helped sink Atlantis.
            But it can’t function unless a human chooses to literally integrate with it. My predecessor 1st became a part of it 13,000 years ago and the machine could no longer keep her body alive. She served her planet long enough and wanted to move on to the next life.
“What’s the meaning of 333?” I asked.
“3 represents the trinity we become, biomachine, mind and soul without it I cannot serve my purpose. 33 is the 33degree parallel north is where we are able to receive energy to produce substance and charges our energy cells from the Earth’s orbit.“ I answer myself; it is a way that the program runs so that the host does not become insane. “I will not force you to fully integrate, you must choose of your own free will. If you don’t accept I must respect your wish and find another.” I said to myself.
“What if I can’t find another? I asked.
“Then I must keep searching into our system cease to function. We can only help if one of the humans choose to help we cannot force our help. You must want it.” I said to myself. Because I was integrated mentally I could scan through the records and see how my previous predecessor saved the Earth from countless things.
“I accept!!!” I said.
“Full integration process initializing.”
            I felt myself dematerializing from my house and rematerializing in the satellite. My predecessor’s body and mind was becoming part of mines. I felt her soul release “ thank you” was whispered to me as she left our plain of existence. The wires and circuits were molding into my body, I felt my blood course through the veins of the satellite. One without the other cannot survive. 
            You wonder who am I, my identity, race, gender that is not of importance. What is important is that I protect you and you in return make this a better planet.
“99.8%, 99.9%, 100%, integration completed.”