There was never a question of mind as to who or what was occurring, only where they were acting on the behest of. Terrible treachery of the utmost offense, inorganic and marshaled along several mediums of modern war. This in and of itself one that circumvented all known and accountable pathways and tactics of presumable telegraphy. Malignant coding, 24/7 surveillance and on-the-ground operatives rendered his life incapable of defection without an entire team of psychological analyst brass mulling over the state of his mind/body/soul matrix hour by hour… but to what end?
Why was it necessary, this unholy level of penetrative observation? Surely, he did nothing wrong — nothing at all. What of the mixed media produced on private devices could merit the onset Orwellian universe crafted in secret conspiracy? Incapable of amenity purchase without several details vehicular and physical pursuit edging towards some unforeseen climax of which beyond some cloak of night was draped in deliberate obscurity. The operatives, each and every one compartmentalized in order to cauterize the liability of no actual network beyond their black channels of contact.
Nothing was real anymore, and he could sense that every minüte interaction was curated to a to the choking point of control. He began to wonder — to a horror — that even the regularized mundane and underwhelming interactions he experienced around the clock were mere holograms deployed by whatever or whomever and god-forbid wherever this prison was builded from. A strike of all-high tech, in desperation, and the implosion continued still, procuring even more circumstantials that everything in occurrence had been authored by a collective tasked with such a woeful initiative.
All attempts at lying to himself about the everyday sustainability of ‘hell on earth’ was one step downward on the stairwell descending to crisis. And it was a slow process, with patient operators, cold and removed of internal compunction for what was ‘by hook and by crook’ the only thing their instruxions entailed, each a single function, and nothing more, in the vast alternate reality universe that was tailor-made to circumvent due process.
Bereft of meaningful relationships, he scoured free streaming documentaries for potential answers, which were all unbeknownst to him planted by the service itself via command prompt algorithms intended to bottleneck the mind to which the body and ultimate soul would follow. For the first two mattered not to the invisible empire, only the latter. The first two — nothing of concern — but the ultimate terminable component of the essence poisoned beyond repair. With logic turned upside-down, now forever to be, there was no telling how long it would be until the elite cadre whom from wherever they blasphemed would drink from the cup or communion that contained the essence behind his form. And yet it was inevitable, this crumbled kingdom overcast with doom. When it would occur — it mattered not. Not to them, and not to anyone considered. Only that it would see itself to completion.
Why one physis could be regarded as worthy of all this and that, innocence presumed, there was no answer, not in this world adark. Only time itself seemed real, and hardly even at that, as no doubt the cerebral computer possessed by him had been undoubtedly manipulated into a controlled story with a pre-written ending instead of a life so strived for.
It was in this endgame phase that an email alert resounded on his cellular device, to be accessed only inches which seemed like miles away of movement in the outworld of depression for which he now existed exclusively. A hyperlink opening the zoom application on his desktop computer. Beyond the black rainbow a black masked figure spoke in an electronically distorted voice.
“Your name is Fenris 6,” it said in a monotonous instruction. “You belong to us now.”
There was nothing left in him to resist. The words from the video-audio transmission, the only
thing that presented as real.
“You have been rebuilt in this image,” it continued. “Your first assignment is as follows…”
Wintyr
The Insidious Way
9AO
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