C.J. Anderson's Blog: Beyond Ruinland , page 11
December 1, 2014
Leave them to darkness
She was sweating and shaking as she crawled in the bunker's vents like a pregnant snake. In their shock and hesitation she'd shot them all. Killing the soldiers who guarded Lexa was not part of the plan but she was free of regrets. Every scenario played out in her hostile mind. Maybe they would have shot at her. Maybe they would have killed the child and not her. Maybe they would have killed her and not the child. No outcome was acceptable. Her training and her fear and her hatred fueled her reflexes and she put bullets in all of their heads.
She listened to the preacher's words. She heard the crowds cheer him. I would not save them even if I could, she thought. The religious believers who wanted her child and her blood. Even if she knew a way to open their eyes to truth and awaken their sleeping minds to the real world she would still leave them all to rot in the darkness of delusion.
She listened to the preacher's words. She heard the crowds cheer him. I would not save them even if I could, she thought. The religious believers who wanted her child and her blood. Even if she knew a way to open their eyes to truth and awaken their sleeping minds to the real world she would still leave them all to rot in the darkness of delusion.
New Hope
Year 2132.New Hope Church. Fort Bragg, Megabunker
The aging preacher spoke and they all listened. His somber voice broadcast a message throughout the entire megabunker.
"Today we lost her but she lives on in our hearts. She was crafted by our own hands but she became a mother to us. Our Lady and our leader, Lexa, was taken from us but I am here to tell you today that you will see her again. I believe her soul lives on and dwells in the City of God."
The congregation cheered. The preacher smiled. He waved his hand to silence them.
"I know you are out there. I know you are listening and I ask for your surrender. If you will not face justice for what you have done, then I ask for prayer. I call on all faithful believers to pray for the death of Lauren Vasquez."
The aging preacher spoke and they all listened. His somber voice broadcast a message throughout the entire megabunker.
"Today we lost her but she lives on in our hearts. She was crafted by our own hands but she became a mother to us. Our Lady and our leader, Lexa, was taken from us but I am here to tell you today that you will see her again. I believe her soul lives on and dwells in the City of God."
The congregation cheered. The preacher smiled. He waved his hand to silence them.
"I know you are out there. I know you are listening and I ask for your surrender. If you will not face justice for what you have done, then I ask for prayer. I call on all faithful believers to pray for the death of Lauren Vasquez."
November 30, 2014
Distress Beacon
A signal of distress pulsed on the ship's radar display. The source was unknown.
"Is that from him?"
"No. It's underground," said the pilot.
"The bunker? You think any of them survived?"
"From the looks of him, no chance in Hell."
"So what do we do?"
"Nothing. We collect our salvage and go."
The ship began to pull away from the bunker. Chiron's lifeless frame swiveled and swung like some smelted pigiron pendant.
"What the hell?" said the pilot.
"What's wrong?"
"I just lost control of the ship."
Artificial Intelligence: Sophia
Initiating databurst
Transferring consciousness
M-class salvage vessel core systems: Unstable
System incompatible
Aborting databurst
End of line.
"Nevermind. Just a glitch."
"Is that from him?"
"No. It's underground," said the pilot.
"The bunker? You think any of them survived?"
"From the looks of him, no chance in Hell."
"So what do we do?"
"Nothing. We collect our salvage and go."
The ship began to pull away from the bunker. Chiron's lifeless frame swiveled and swung like some smelted pigiron pendant.
"What the hell?" said the pilot.
"What's wrong?"
"I just lost control of the ship."
Artificial Intelligence: Sophia
Initiating databurst
Transferring consciousness
M-class salvage vessel core systems: Unstable
System incompatible
Aborting databurst
End of line.
"Nevermind. Just a glitch."
Salvage
The hovering salvage airship lowered its magnetic claw. Rusted steel cable wrapped around a mechanical winch uncoiled and dropped to the ruinland. The device clenched Chiron like some switchblade raptor talon.
"You got him?" The pilot watched carefully.
"I got this sumbitch," said the passenger.
A combat synthetic was a valuable salvage. They would trade Chiron to the military in exchange for supplies.
"You got him?" The pilot watched carefully.
"I got this sumbitch," said the passenger.
A combat synthetic was a valuable salvage. They would trade Chiron to the military in exchange for supplies.
November 29, 2014
God
There is no God and we are his inventors. Humanity designed him like some sinister masochistic architects. The infinite blueprint for our intellectual enslavement. Belief in God results in lunacy; but only a lunatic would ever believe.
