In light we Trust

The thing I miss most is the sun. I remember always hiding from it now. I would give anything just to bask in it's glory for a moment. The light here is much too white. Not warm and yellow, just sterile. I've been staring at how it reflects off a desk a few seats down from mine. In the corner of my eye, I caught a gleam of light. While my mind was encapsulated by it,  I was reminded of the great fish that live miles below in the oceans and how they lure prey with the light they create.

I see how easy it is to become enchanted and drawn in by the light. It's a wooden desk--why would it possibly be reflecting yellow and golden like a tiny star begenning to die? Dr. Traeh use to sit at that desk. Now there's only four of us in this office. Dr. Boie a biologist. Dr. Rainwater horticultralist and agricultralist, an engeneer named Igor and myself Dr. Anthony Stalinia. We are a few among many others who work and live in the 51st state of the USA. Area 51.

Nearly everyone here was here before the descent. Except for a few who arrived much latter. There are ten thousand  of us living here now. And about half of that numbers only purpose is to ascend. I remember when I was a boy, and my father would drive me and my brother through the desert above. He would drive through the flat irons cutting through them on desert roads as complete darkness covered us. It was sophocating how dark it was on those roads. The darkness seemed to dome around you making you feel like nothing and no one. No man's land. Like you couldn't escape. There's nothing to run to; you may as well not even try. But even still, til this day I remember how something called to me out there. I wanted to get lost in some strange way. I saw the emptiness but I could feel the presence of something there. Something bigger than me. Calling to me.

In those days employees of the 51st state would ascend and reassend for the nature of their work. Now it's us below and those on the surface. Much more accurately there are three levels of habitation on this continent and in few states. There are those above ground living in complete darkness, there's us bellow ground and least of all, those who live in the center hidden in tunnels just bellow the surface, but not completely underground.

Our job here has changed over the years. It was originally used to house those above. A sort of temporary dwelling for the spirits beings who live above now. It was dark enough for them then. Now that our sun has been blacked out with pollution and chemical warfare, they ascended. It took about a hundred years to completely block the suns rays after the pollar ice caps melted. Back then, we didn't understand the connection between ecosystems and how they ensured our survival against mother nature and outside threats. Come to find out, it wasn't just a theory that the deserts were fertilizing the seas and keeping the waters nutrient rich for the fish and wild life beneath them. But after the neglect of our planet, the desert dust never settled. Thus our hell above ground has become another's paradise. 

You may be wondering what I do in this facility. I am a hemotologist. I'm a blood specialist--meaning my expertise is in the the way blood is created in the body and conditions that affect it. I was sent here to manage a program that was created, very recently. The objective of the program is simple. We supply those above with mineral rich blood. In return, were are left alone to reastablish our lives, now below ground. We call the facility that I work at a letting station. There are a few across the U.S. Each station supplies a specific area above ground. In our case, nearly all of our reserves are used to supply the city formally known as Las Vegas. 

They nearly killed every man woman and child above ground with their blood lust. In the early days before the descent, rumors circulated that there were vampires living among us. People were disappearing being found dead miles away from where they were last seen. It was a mystery for many years and covered up by the government to avoid a panic. Our government knew about them all along. My father knew too. I wasn't fully disclosed on my responsibility and purpose in this facility, until I arrived. 

"There was never a crash". That's what my father's use to tell us as kids. "They were always here". Just small incraments of facts were all we received. I would mull over that phrase in my mind while we drove through barren "they were always here". I would also think to myself where is here.

Dr. Traeh was a physicist. She was an intricol part of my team here on the base and I still wonder who they will replace her with. It's aparent to me now she's not returning after seeing her room cleaned out by staff. I wonder why she left her locket on her desk? Objects of sentimentality are important here. I have a ukulele that use to belong to my Dad. I like the way it shines in the light after I polish it. It smells like wood, something I cherish from time to time when I get surface sick. I saw the locket a few times hanging from her neck over her white lab coat. I never thought to ask about it. I wonder where the key is? I'm curious what's inside. Currently, I'm in some distress. Since she cannot be found, I will have to take on her responsibility as light beror before her replacements is sent in. I have no desire to do this, but I must if I want to remain in good standing with the order. Those that do not obide are forced to ascend. It's not that it's a difficult job, it's just that I don't like seeing that green hue. It frightens me. 

When I go in today, I will be facilitating a blood letting. The blood will be transported to Vegas four hundred miles an hour by speed capsule underground until it reaches the Vegas strip. There it will be used as a means of  currency in exchange for goods and services. Nearly all aspects of this city are the same except for money being obsolete. Below ground, blood is what we provide to them to stay alive. It means nothing underground. The concept of money means nothing here neither above or below. The city still functions pretty much the same. During the day it's completely empty. There is some light above enough to see the resemblance of the sun, but not enough to sustain life. It's not until night fall when it lives. In complete darkness, on all sides, the strip wakes up and illuminates--attracting them there. These are not mindless creatures like sasquache or the imbamnibal snow man we all recall from myth and old legends. These are beings that have lived here much longer than we have. They were just driven below ground after we over populated the earth. I believe they lived a nocturnal life in they're height. Many people believe they are responsible for many wonders on this planet. It's certain they gave us nearly, if not all our scientific knowledge.  When they all come to this place, it gives us time elsewhere to study the surface and plan for the future, even if it's hundreds of years from now. I don't want my children's children to be born and die below ground. Those creatures belong in the dark. We were forced here! Now they have what belonged to us. Everything that made us human that we had no appreciation for. 

Vegas is a good example of that something we didnt appreciate. It's inginuity, creativity, falsehood and unsastainability represents everything the human race stands for. It's a mirage, or more like a paper doll city propped up. If you blow it,  it will fall flat on its face revealing a sea of sand behind it.  Now it's their playground. Then it was sin city,  now it's just a hell on earth.  They coveted all we had for generations and decades; some of them blended in with us after dusk--fell and descended at dawn. Now they roam the earth imitating us; taunting us. Vegas is one of there favorite stations to feed. Since there is an element of chance and sport involved, they feel more compelled to play and win more. Each slot machine is enforced with two parts. There's one compartment for retrieval and one for dispensing blood. In exchange for blood they deposit their light. In essence, this light is it's own form of blood, and it's priceless down here.

 It's a highly potent form of biolumenessece they contain within that kept them surviving underground for millennia, maybe longer. We call this compound luceferan. This is what gives their eyes that green glowing hue. This limitless internal energy is what gives them their superior strength and also the life span of thirty three men. This light qis then in turn used to supply the city with enough energy to stay illuminated. They hate sunlight but are attracted to this organic light. 

When it comes to the gambling, the concept is nearly the same. We receive more light then they do blood, but like so many things now, our blood supply is scarce. They almost eradicated man from the face of the earth so this form of exchange is the most viable agreement for both species. We survive and depend on one another. They power our underground cities and those above while we supply them with a steady supply of blood.

At first we tried to do this with doner blood, but it didn't contain the hormones needed that are rushed through the blood upon death. Endorphins is what gives them energy. We now create semi developed humanoid clones. They only consist of certain organs needed to circulate and house the blood until their blood is ascended. They have a brain, heart, a circulatory system and some other organs to clean and enrich the blood. They have no facial features or limbs.

I'm in my room alone sitting on my bed preparing for my next letting. I took my ukulele down from its wall stand and begin to play. What's that? Something rattled inside. I begin to shake the ukulele until something falls out. Its a key, and a tiny key at that! I accidentally drop it on the floor and while I begin to pick it up,  the locket falls from inside my shirt and knocks me in the face. Could It? No. I begin to collide them towards one another to unlock the locket.  Click. As I begin to open it something folded is inside. I unravel it and I recognize it's texture. It's a piece of a dollar bill. Something I haven't seen in ages. And the part torn says In light we trust. 

The thing I miss most is the sun. I remember always hiding from it now. I would give anything just to bask in it's glory for a moment. The light here is much too white. Not warm and yellow, just sterile. I've been staring at how it reflects off a desk a few seats down from mine. In the corner of my eye, I caught a gleam of light. While my mind was encapsulated by it,  I was reminded of the great fish that live miles below in the oceans and how they lure prey with the light they create.

I see how easy it is to become enchanted and drawn in by the light. It's a wooden desk--why would it possibly be reflecting yellow and golden like a tiny star begenning to die? Dr. Traeh use to sit at that desk. Now there's only four of us in this office. Dr. Boie a biologist. Dr. Rainwater horticultralist and agricultralist, an engeneer named Igor and myself Dr. Anthony Stalinia. We are a few among many others who work and live in the 51st state of the USA. Area 51.

Nearly everyone here was here before the descent. Except for a few who arrived much latter. There are ten thousand  of us living here now. And about half of that numbers only purpose is to ascend. I remember when I was a boy, and my father would drive me and my brother through the desert above. He would drive through the flat irons cutting through them on desert roads as complete darkness covered us. It was sophocating how dark it was on those roads. The darkness seemed to dome around you making you feel like nothing and no one. No man's land. Like you couldn't escape. There's nothing to run to; you may as well not even try. But even still, til this day I remember how something called to me out there. I wanted to get lost in some strange way. I saw the emptiness but I could feel the presence of something there. Something bigger than me. Calling to me.

In those days employees of the 51st state would ascend and reassend for the nature of their work. Now it's us below and those on the surface. Much more accurately there are three levels of habitation on this continent and in few states. There are those above ground living in complete darkness, there's us bellow ground and least of all, those who live in the center hidden in tunnels just bellow the surface, but not completely underground.

Our job here has changed over the years. It was originally used to house those above. A sort of temporary dwelling for the spirits beings who live above now. It was dark enough for them then. Now that our sun has been blacked out with pollution and chemical warfare, they ascended. It took about a hundred years to completely block the suns rays after the pollar ice caps melted. Back then, we didn't understand the connection between ecosystems and how they ensured our survival against mother nature and outside threats. Come to find out, it wasn't just a theory that the deserts were fertilizing the seas and keeping the waters nutrient rich for the fish and wild life beneath them. But after the neglect of our planet, the desert dust never settled. Thus our hell above ground has become another's paradise. 

You may be wondering what I do in this facility. I am a hemotologist. I'm a blood specialist--meaning my expertise is in the the way blood is created in the body and conditions that affect it. I was sent here to manage a program that was created, very recently. The objective of the program is simple. We supply those above with mineral rich blood. In return, were are left alone to reastablish our lives, now below ground. We call the facility that I work at a letting station. There are a few across the U.S. Each station supplies a specific area above ground. In our case, nearly all of our reserves are used to supply the city formally known as Las Vegas. 

They nearly killed every man woman and child above ground with their blood lust. In the early days before the descent, rumors circulated that there were vampires living among us. People were disappearing being found dead miles away from where they were last seen. It was a mystery for many years and covered up by the government to avoid a panic. Our government knew about them all along. My father knew too. I wasn't fully disclosed on my responsibility and purpose in this facility, until I arrived. 

"There was never a crash". That's what my father's use to tell us as kids. "They were always here". Just small incraments of facts were all we received. I would mull over that phrase in my mind while we drove through barren "they were always here". I would also think to myself where is here.

Dr. Traeh was a physicist. She was an intricol part of my team here on the base and I still wonder who they will replace her with. It's aparent to me now she's not returning after seeing her room cleaned out by staff. I wonder why she left her locket on her desk? Objects of sentimentality are important here. I have a ukulele that use to belong to my Dad. I like the way it shines in the light after I polish it. It smells like wood, something I cherish from time to time when I get surface sick. I saw the locket a few times hanging from her neck over her white lab coat. I never thought to ask about it. I wonder where the key is? I'm curious what's inside. Currently, I'm in some distress. Since she cannot be found, I will have to take on her responsibility as light beror before her replacements is sent in. I have no desire to do this, but I must if I want to remain in good standing with the order. Those that do not obide are forced to ascend. It's not that it's a difficult job, it's just that I don't like seeing that green hue. It frightens me. 

When I go in today, I will be facilitating a blood letting. The blood will be transported to Vegas four hundred miles an hour by speed capsule underground until it reaches the Vegas strip. There it will be used as a means of  currency in exchange for goods and services. Nearly all aspects of this city are the same except for money being obsolete. Below ground, blood is what we provide to them to stay alive. It means nothing underground. The concept of money means nothing here neither above or below. The city still functions pretty much the same. During the day it's completely empty. There is some light above enough to see the resemblance of the sun, but not enough to sustain life. It's not until night fall when it lives. In complete darkness, on all sides, the strip wakes up and illuminates--attracting them there. These are not mindless creatures like sasquache or the imbamnibal snow man we all recall from myth and old legends. These are beings that have lived here much longer than we have. They were just driven below ground after we over populated the earth. I believe they lived a nocturnal life in they're height. Many people believe they are responsible for many wonders on this planet. It's certain they gave us nearly, if not all our scientific knowledge.  When they all come to this place, it gives us time elsewhere to study the surface and plan for the future, even if it's hundreds of years from now. I don't want my children's children to be born and die below ground. Those creatures belong in the dark. We were forced here! Now they have what belonged to us. Everything that made us human that we had no appreciation for. 

Vegas is a good example of that something we didnt appreciate. It's inginuity, creativity, falsehood and unsastainability represents everything the human race stands for. It's a mirage, or more like a paper doll city propped up. If you blow it,  it will fall flat on its face revealing a sea of sand behind it.  Now it's their playground. Then it was sin city,  now it's just a hell on earth.  They coveted all we had for generations and decades; some of them blended in with us after dusk--fell and descended at dawn. Now they roam the earth imitating us; taunting us. Vegas is one of there favorite stations to feed. Since there is an element of chance and sport involved, they feel more compelled to play and win more. Each slot machine is enforced with two parts. There's one compartment for retrieval and one for dispensing blood. In exchange for blood they deposit their light. In essence, this light is it's own form of blood, and it's priceless down here.

 It's a highly potent form of biolumenessece they contain within that kept them surviving underground for millennia, maybe longer. We call this compound luceferan. This is what gives their eyes that green glowing hue. This limitless internal energy is what gives them their superior strength and also the life span of thirty three men. This light qis then in turn used to supply the city with enough energy to stay illuminated. They hate sunlight but are attracted to this organic light. 

When it comes to the gambling, the concept is nearly the same. We receive more light then they do blood, but like so many things now, our blood supply is scarce. They almost eradicated man from the face of the earth so this form of exchange is the most viable agreement for both species. We survive and depend on one another. They power our underground cities and those above while we supply them with a steady supply of blood.

At first we tried to do this with doner blood, but it didn't contain the hormones needed that are rushed through the blood upon death. Endorphins is what gives them energy. We now create semi developed humanoid clones. They only consist of certain organs needed to circulate and house the blood until their blood is ascended. They have a brain, heart, a circulatory system and some other organs to clean and enrich the blood. They have no facial features or limbs.

I'm in my room alone sitting on my bed preparing for my next letting. I took my ukulele down from its wall stand and begin to play. What's that? Something rattled inside. I begin to shake the ukulele until something falls out. Its a key, and a tiny key at that! I accidentally drop it on the floor and while I begin to pick it up,  the locket falls from inside my shirt and knocks me in the face. Could It? No. I begin to collide them towards one another to unlock the locket.  Click. As I begin to open it something folded is inside. I unravel it and I recognize it's texture. It's a piece of a dollar bill. Something I haven't seen in ages. And the part torn says In light we trust. 

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