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The Match

History is a lesson in cycles. The cycle repeats over and over again. Civilizations, nations, republics, empires rise and fall. One group dominates another, some try to co-exist, war is followed by peace, expansion is followed by decline. Some people fight it, some welcome it, and others just try to get by.

Whatever the spark had been, it didn’t really matter at this point. Things were falling apart, and while some were using it as an excuse to attack people they hated for even the pettiest of reasons, others were doing their best to bring some order back. We couldn’t stop it from falling apart, but we could try to put it back together.

It all started with one black guy getting taken down. Nothing out of the ordinary, guy had a record big as I was tall. He resisted arrest, attacked both an officer and an elderly woman who was just trying to get some food for her cat. The arresting officer took him down, maybe with a bit more force than usual, but that’s how it goes.

It’s happened before, no one cared about how many people this guy had hurt, or stolen from, or even if he’d almost killed them. He got a booboo when he was taken in so they started screaming about brutality. Protested in the middle of the city. Happens almost all the time it seems these days.

This time though, someone had the bright idea of showing the protestors their place. It was a massacre. Almost a hundred dead, hundreds more maimed and seriously injured. The match had been lit, and it didn’t stop burning until it hit the fuse. Now the bomb was set to blow.

And blow it did. Now the city is in a full on race war. People, just living their lives now having to run in fear, hide from one side or the other. You look white, one side kills you. You look like a criminal, the other side lynches you for “justice.”

The churches, synagogues, and mosques have become refuges for the innocent looking to get out of the firing line. Entire lives burned to ash for the simple crime of not being the same as the arsonist who lit the flame. We aren’t getting any help from the state, or the Feds. It’s on us to go out there and try and bring order to the city.

The Mayor tried to tell us to stand down, to let it burn itself out. The problem is that it’s not. It’s only getting worse. Our duty is to the people, not the politicians, or the ideologies at play here. We’ve got our gear, our guns, and our duty.

Protect and Serve.

May God have mercy on us all.

A Look at a World Not Yet Conceived

The lains of purple grass flowed like waves as the winds blew across the valley. Two of our worlds moons were visible as the White Sun made it’s decent and sank the world into night. My Grisha always told us stories of the moons, the protectors of those who walk at night.

Night was never truly darkness however,  the light from the moons, the purple star clouds visible on a cloudless night would illuminate everything. As I walked next to Miralla towards our village, I took a moment to enjoy the contrast of her blue flesh, how it contrasted against everything around us.

We walked along, waving towards the farmers and hearders who were moving to end their day of labor once more. And as we walked I wondered, if there was a world where others lived as we do.

Did they look up, blanketed by these gods of the night as we did and protected in perpetual light? Or were they lost in dark worlds. I can not say.

But I wold love to see it one of these days.

A Prologue to Something Greater?

Prologue

 

“Some would say, that we were on a path of destruction. The world that had given birth to us we had neglected over time. We had crafted laws that punished those for their success, and kept those who were poor unable to fend for themselves. It was the legacy of all the worlds governments sacrificing their sovereignty to the United Nations, and placing the blame for societies ills on those who tried to be more then what they were. Those in power, simply craved more. There would seem to be no hope for those of us who would dream for something better then what the state wanted for us. So many dreams crushed, families destroyed because they refused to adhere to the new order.

 

“I had decided, that I would no longer stand for such destruction of dreams.”

 

From the private journal of Charles Hudson

— August 5, 2034

 

“Are we ready to proceed?”

“Yes sir.”

The sounds of steam and electronic equipment filled the air. Technicians and workers scurried about their jobs as the experiments preparations were finalized. This would be the final test, everything the previous tests had taught them had been put to use. They knew that this would be the one that ensured success. It had taken them twenty years to get this far. Preparations and plans had been made, time tables set. He watched the experiment from the back of the control room, as the subject moved into position.

This was the test that would make or break the project, one of many vital creations that all his plans hinged on. He watched the subject, an attractive woman in her mid twenties, enter the chamber . She settled herself into the chamber, while the scientists ran remote sensors from her body. They would monitor her physiological status until the final moment. Then she would sleep until such a time as the experiment was completed forty days  hence.

As the chamber was sealed he couldn’t help but think to himself, “What is it you will see when this is done? Will you see the world? Will you dream? What world will you dream of? Will you tell us when you wake up?”

He knew the young woman well, they had been friends and colleagues for several years. When he had begun the project he wanted no one else but her to oversee this part. This was her creation, and she had insisted on being the first human subject. She would allow no one else to take the risk. He respected her for that, her devotion to her work, and her passion for the dream they had envisioned. Had it been a different time and place they may have been lovers.

He walked up to the main control console, and clicked the intercom button, “Miranda, we’re all set in here.”

He could just hear the grin on her face as she spoke back, “I don’t know about you Chuck, but I’m feeling pretty sleepy myself.”

He couldn’t help but grin and chuckle at the statement, “Well, here’s to hoping you get enough rest. You’ll be under for forty days and forty nights.”

“Like Noah and his Ark,” Miranda said.

“As long as the dove flies after she’s let out,” Chuck said.

“Don’t worry, all the test animals woke up without any problems. This will be the same, just I’m paid for sleeping for over a month,” Miranda joked.

Chuck smirked, “You so sure about that?”

“Would you rather awaken a sleeping beauty, or the wicked witch?”

“Sleeping Beauty, someone has a high opinion of herself,” Chuck said, knowing full well he felt she fit the bill perfectly for it.

“You’ll see, when I wake up we’ll celebrate,”

“You’re treat, since you’ll have all that money saved up,” Chuck said, chuckling as he broke off contact. He turned to the project manager and turned control over to him.

Miranda closed her eyes, and the experiment began. As the chamber grew colder, and her body began to slow down she felt herself floating as if in a dream. She slept the most peaceful sleep she or any other human would ever know.