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my dream last night
Dec. 7th, 2004 12:13 amI had two beautiful sons this night.
My name was Charles M. Brannigan, and my beautiful blonde wifes name was Iris. We four went to visit the opening fair of the new community building in our district. The year was 2156.
Iris and the kids, Todd, 13, who she brought into the marriage and our youngest, Mikey, 6, liked the building very much. It was indeed quite gigantic.
Our tour guide was just pointing out special parts of it, when I saw a man not far from us, watching me, and I thought he looked familiar. And not in a good way. All my instincts began to scream. Then another man right behind me whispered:
"Tokyo. Commodity. Oesophagus. Alexander. Matthew. Kill."
(And yes, we were all native english speakers.)
My vision went grey, then came into a different set of colours. I had trouble thinking clear. But I was able to see tiny green lines, where I could knock out each person around me with just a swift kick. Red dots, pointing out where to shoot to kill.
And with sudden clarity I knew I didn't want to be a soldier, a weapon, a tool ever again. So I grabbed the gun from the man behind me and shot the man not far from us. Before people even started screaming I killed the man behind me. Then I shouted at Iris:
"To the lift! NOW!" She instantly complied, totally terrified.
With a sort of lagg I thought how fascinating it was, that I knew without looking that my shot found it's target.
The lift was manipulated, so I somehow got Iris and the boys out to the underground garage on a different way. On my way back into the heart of the building I wondered why I didn't remember at all, HOW I got them there. Only that Iris didn't want to leave me there, Todd was such a brave little man, promising to look after them, and Mikey only just didn't cry. And at the entrance of the garage there was a whole force of policemen arriving.
They were, which way ever, secure.
Now I had to kill each and every person who knew about the activation code for the perfect soldier mode inside of me. And then, at the very last, kill myself.
If I knew one thing, then that there wasn't any deactivation code.
The next part is still in kind of a blur. There was a brothel, high class, where drugged whores served perverted gangsters. I remembered rescueing Iris from such a place, and had a moment of thankfullness that she would never remember this part of the world.
There were civillians, lost in the near total dark, where they didn't see a thing, whereelse I could see just fine. I didn't help them. they were far underground, which was as safe a place as elsewhere. There was this guy who I just couldn't shoot down. And yeah, hadn't there been men in the garage, with Iris between them and me, and every single shot of mine found a vital point of those...
Anyway, this guy. Blond, short hair, riding the lift beside me. Dodging all my shots and I thought Wow, this sure looks amazing from the outside. Perfect Soldier, just like me.
So I didn't shoot him, I tricked him into falling deep down underground still sitting in his supposedly safe lift.
And then, after I shot down so many men, all counting on my list of Things I'll Never Forgive Myself For, after I found out that the evil overlord, sorry, wasn't in *this* castle, after I found my way back up and outside, I blew up the whole place using their own damn uranium.
Police, FBI, name them, they were there.
And Iris standing between them, screaming for me.
I think I ran. I think I took a look weeks after that at my beautiful home with my warm sad little family, watching a tired Iris hearding the boys to school, Todd so brave and Mikey so very not understanding anything.
I knew my life wasn't allowed to end until I made sure that the evil overlord wouldn't be able to forge Perfect Soldiers like me, like dead Blondie anymore.
It was cold and I only wore a thin jeans jacket. But I knew that this FBI guy would take care of my family.
And I knew I still had my fight to fight.
My name was Charles M. Brannigan, and my beautiful blonde wifes name was Iris. We four went to visit the opening fair of the new community building in our district. The year was 2156.
Iris and the kids, Todd, 13, who she brought into the marriage and our youngest, Mikey, 6, liked the building very much. It was indeed quite gigantic.
Our tour guide was just pointing out special parts of it, when I saw a man not far from us, watching me, and I thought he looked familiar. And not in a good way. All my instincts began to scream. Then another man right behind me whispered:
"Tokyo. Commodity. Oesophagus. Alexander. Matthew. Kill."
(And yes, we were all native english speakers.)
My vision went grey, then came into a different set of colours. I had trouble thinking clear. But I was able to see tiny green lines, where I could knock out each person around me with just a swift kick. Red dots, pointing out where to shoot to kill.
And with sudden clarity I knew I didn't want to be a soldier, a weapon, a tool ever again. So I grabbed the gun from the man behind me and shot the man not far from us. Before people even started screaming I killed the man behind me. Then I shouted at Iris:
"To the lift! NOW!" She instantly complied, totally terrified.
With a sort of lagg I thought how fascinating it was, that I knew without looking that my shot found it's target.
The lift was manipulated, so I somehow got Iris and the boys out to the underground garage on a different way. On my way back into the heart of the building I wondered why I didn't remember at all, HOW I got them there. Only that Iris didn't want to leave me there, Todd was such a brave little man, promising to look after them, and Mikey only just didn't cry. And at the entrance of the garage there was a whole force of policemen arriving.
They were, which way ever, secure.
Now I had to kill each and every person who knew about the activation code for the perfect soldier mode inside of me. And then, at the very last, kill myself.
If I knew one thing, then that there wasn't any deactivation code.
The next part is still in kind of a blur. There was a brothel, high class, where drugged whores served perverted gangsters. I remembered rescueing Iris from such a place, and had a moment of thankfullness that she would never remember this part of the world.
There were civillians, lost in the near total dark, where they didn't see a thing, whereelse I could see just fine. I didn't help them. they were far underground, which was as safe a place as elsewhere. There was this guy who I just couldn't shoot down. And yeah, hadn't there been men in the garage, with Iris between them and me, and every single shot of mine found a vital point of those...
Anyway, this guy. Blond, short hair, riding the lift beside me. Dodging all my shots and I thought Wow, this sure looks amazing from the outside. Perfect Soldier, just like me.
So I didn't shoot him, I tricked him into falling deep down underground still sitting in his supposedly safe lift.
And then, after I shot down so many men, all counting on my list of Things I'll Never Forgive Myself For, after I found out that the evil overlord, sorry, wasn't in *this* castle, after I found my way back up and outside, I blew up the whole place using their own damn uranium.
Police, FBI, name them, they were there.
And Iris standing between them, screaming for me.
I think I ran. I think I took a look weeks after that at my beautiful home with my warm sad little family, watching a tired Iris hearding the boys to school, Todd so brave and Mikey so very not understanding anything.
I knew my life wasn't allowed to end until I made sure that the evil overlord wouldn't be able to forge Perfect Soldiers like me, like dead Blondie anymore.
It was cold and I only wore a thin jeans jacket. But I knew that this FBI guy would take care of my family.
And I knew I still had my fight to fight.
