Sci Fi
Mind control
They traveled on the ocean for some distance along the coast until some indication was made to the Bermudans, which they used to bring the boats into a small cove lined with mangroves. “We gotta go on land here!” Roderick told Jason who was now his boating companion. They brought the vessels to a halt at the edge of the mangrove forest and got up on the bow of their boats where they tied the boats to the branches of the mangroves and got out into the water. The water was deeper that they thought and they had to climb onto the back of the dinosaur-like beast who waded through the ocean until were into the shallows. The mangrove was thick and slowed their approach to the edge of the beach. Thankfully the beast was able to trample through the thicket and made a semi clear path which unfortunately due to the muddy consistency of the banks caused huge holes where the beast had stepped. Eventually they had arrived at the break in the mangrove and managed to step on solid ground. The area was quiet and the only sounds to be heard was the nature, birds twittering and leaves rustling. “I can’t tell where we are!” Jason said “So much for help huh?” Roderick quipped. The land was covered in a dense tropical forest which blanketed the sky with the leaves of its trees. The air on the ground was cool and smelled of mold. Dead leaves piled on top of each other creating a kind of cushion on the ground as they walked. “We got to keep an eye out for snakes and centipedes!” Jason warned, the troop traveled slowly through the forest led by the beast whose neck served as a seat for one of the sentinels. The crackling of branches and saplings echoed through the lonely forest as the group pushed forward. Jason thought for a second ‘what if we can’t find it. Do they intend to keep us going through this miserable jungle?’ then without warning inside his head came an answer. ‘We will and must find the relic have no doubts!’ Jason grew afraid for it had never occurred to him how no secret could be kept, the sentinels were mind readers! His realization coupled with his fear led him to keep his thoughts scattered by thinking of random stuff. He began taking detailed note of everything in the forest. He thought of how the leaves and their color varied from plant to plant, how some were clustered while others were not, the difference between young leaves and fully grown ones. The effort was exhausting but the fear kept Jason in that state perpetually Out of nowhere as usual appeared the overgrown dragonfly who must have said something telepathically to the rest of the sentinels fro they all halted seemed to communicate amongst themselves before they passed information on to the others in their company. ‘We shall be arriving at a place of habitation in a short while. It is best that you take the lead.’ Came the projected instructions. The humans obliged and were now forging forward by themselves. The jungle ended abruptly and a pretty wide clearing replaced the greenery. In the clearing were several buildings covered by some type of thatched roofing. A few pigs were tied to wooden stumps and moved about turning up the soil searching for grubs and roots. A small child sat next to an even smaller monkey who was passing a small gourd in which pebbles were placed, this caused the gourd to make rattling noises as it rolled back and forth between the two. A few chickens pecked here and there. The humans moved forward, leaving the sentinels behind under the cover of the forest. Roderick suggested that Jason go ahead of them as he was local. Jason called out ‘hello’ as they advanced. A man stepped forth from one of the buildings and picked up the child before he turned to the visitors and asked “What do you want?” Jason held his hands up as a sign he got no weapons and mean no harm. “We only passing through.” Jason said “my friends are tourists taking them to see the birds of these forests” he continued. The Bermudans all raised their hands as they emulated Jason’s posture. The village man placed the child on the steps of the house and invited the visitors to join him. They all sat by the entrance of the man’s house when he offered the visitors a drink which they passed to each other. Jason awoke to find himself and his three Bermudan companions all bound tightly. How had they exited the village knew he not but they were now surrounded by cold grey metallic surfaces which seemed embedded with small lighting fixtures running in parallel lines each of a different color. Jason began struggling in hopes of somehow wiggling himself loose. His actions only managed however to disturb the others who, one by one awoke and joined him in the struggle to be free. ‘These Sentinels are no friend, I tell you! Who treats friends like this?” Jason argued “I don’t think we are with the sentinels!” the older Bermudan Kenick said. “Well that’s a surprise! I surely thought you were devoid of an organ of speech!” Jason quipped somewhat sarcastically. Shocked to hear the old man speak. “By the looks of this place, I’m sure were not in that local’s hut!” Jason continued “Well I am beginning to think the sentinels must have suspected something is why they let us lead the way!” Kennick said. “But suspected what? A child and the older man was a threat? I don’t think they were” Jason snapped “There was no child! I think they were all an illusion. I think once the sentinels realized they couldn’t read the minds of the occupants of that village the sensed a trap. They told us once that the Wardens can block their telepathy” Roderick stated “So wait the bad guys are here too?” Jason asked “Well this is one of the reasons I caked if you had seen or heard of anything falling from the sky.” Roderick returned. “Well if I didn’t see nor heard of such incident what did you want me to say?” Jason now agitated asked. “You’re right I’m sorry!” Roderick noticing Jason’s change of mood said in an effort to clear the air. “What the hell is holding us anyway?” Emmanuel asked “Why it is ro…” Jason stopped mid-sentence when looking at his body and limbs he could not see any rope of chains or any method of their restraints. “How in god’s name! He said in utter bewilderment. The group now with renewed vigor struggled to break free of each other. “Hey! Hey can anyone hear me?” they all began screaming when, from the opposite end of the space they occupied came a voice “Yes we can hear you!” surprised the quartet turned their heads in the direction the sound had traveled from, there they saw several figures walking towards them “Well we’re certain they aren’t the mind readers!” Kennick said “Yes well those mind readers had made slaves of you without your knowing. I’m sorry to have bound you but I believe it was the safest way to get you away from those critters. I am Vega. The captain of this ship and leader of this expedition.” Said a tall striking figure who wore a long coat reaching almost his ankles and a sort of metallic looking headgear. He was accompanied by four others who bore striking similarities to Vega and wore like attire. “We were never slaves! You’re the one who’s taken us captive we were free to whatever we wanted!” Roderick blasted at Vega “Listen we know exactly who you are and we know why you’re here!” he continued “Oh! Do you now?” Vega said sarcastically “tell me Mr. we were never slaves! Have you been away from your kind friends since you’ve come in contact with them? Hmmm?” Vega asked, but before either of them could respond Vega spoke again “the illusion of freedom is the only thing you have had. Can any of you say you’ve has a single thought which was your own? How can such grotesque beings not cause tremendous pandemonium? People shy away from animals they’ve know their entire lives. What made you accept these hideous monsters as friendly? This is mind control! You have all been gravely misled you keep looking for some enemy to come and fight to control you. All the while you have relinquished control without knowing it. It is quite pitiful if you ask me!” Vega stated as he finished speaking he turned away from the group, “If that’s the case why are you here? If not to recover the pieces of the weapon. Just like the Sentinels said?” Roderick asked “Weapon? What weapon?” Vega turned towards them an asked “The weapon you’re trying to reassemble, the same that destroys whole stars. You Wardens are trying to control the universe! Blow everyone else up and leave yourselves as the only species alive!” Roderick stated all matter of factly. The Wardens overcome by perplexity looked at each other before Vega let out a chuckle.. “What in the name of Odin! Do you even listen to yourself? How does that even make any sense?” Vega asked “It makes perfect sense if you ask me, we already helped them recover a piece of the weapon last week. If it were a lie what then did we recover?” Roderick replied. “They did, did they? I pity you, mind control is very dangerous. Where is the ship they use?” inquired Vega “Why should we tell you that? What reason to trust you do we have? Emmanuel asked “Your world might depend on trusting me!” Vega stated flatly. “Heard that before! What is it with you outer space goons and trust? Everybody’s world is dependent on trusting you! All of you!” Jason asked “Most telling you still can’t explain why you are here!” Roderick said “At least they got their story straight.” Kennick added “Come let me show you something!” Vega said. As If his words were some sort of key upon his making the statement they group were immediately freed from their bind to their utter amazement. Having no option on where to go, they all followed Vega and his entourage
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Wardens
The narrow corridor led to a central hub where there seemed to be branches of the building behind huge metal doors. Vega led the group through one of those doors and into a room where some sort of surgical operation procedure was being undertaken. The object of the procedure however was concealed from view via a large white covering which extended along the length of the table. Several members of the operating staff crowded around the table at one end. The group stood outside the operating area looking through floor to ceiling glass panes. “What are they doing?” asked Emmanuel. “Research! We only just captured our first specimen of those wretched Sentinels alive and in an effort to understand how their telepathy organs function. We have been researching the complexities of their anatomy for a long time but they have a way of terminating their own lives at will so this is why we have not been able to get one live before now.” Vega explained “How did you get this one?” asked Kennick “Trap! Our new development in reality augmentation has proved rather useful on these critters, it seems they can’t read machine minds! Our AI engine has tipped the tide in this war.” Replied Vega “Wait what war?” Jason asked “My boy! We are more alike than you think. Sure we go by the name Wardens. But we are mere iterations of yourselves! We are humans! Only from further into the future. See all this started several years ago on your current timeline, you all may well remember the bug everyone feared at the dawn of the second millennium after the death of Christ’s death. Well, the technology sector was on a push to create an artificial intelligence which would eventually make our lives immensely easier than what it was, or I should say what it currently is in your cases. But a company called Neural Connect was secretly developing a way to augment humans to be programmable like a computer in effect making them bio-mechanic or bio-electric. It was an ambitious project and over the decades ti seemed as though it would never happen. Around 1700 years form this current date we had fully masters the craft of nuclear fusion and with reactors fully operational, we had arrived at our utopia. Abundant energy, artificial intelligence was deployed across the industries of our civilization and everything seemed to have peaked. Plants were at the maximum threshold of their yields, fish farms were so successful that the oceans slowly became overrun with life. Fishing lost its appeal as the abundance of fishes made them particularly throw themselves at you. Heck we made emerging species an extinct art. Bird shit piled as high as houses. But it seemed we were only getting started. The soil was so super fertile from all the excess animal droppings that synthetic fertilizers were eventually outlawed. Forests grew to their maximum potentials. Soon it was obvious humans needed to branch out. Now we’d long since established colonies on every potential habitable rock in our solar system and with so many outposts this solar system became rather small. Space elevators lifted all supplies to the relevant depots to be carried to the outposts. Mars was fully teraformed, Titan and several other moons were in the process of having their atmospheres thickened. Still we drove ourselves to boredom. Everything done by machine. The one thing you ought to know is humans are driven! Driven by dreams and nothing will ever escape these dreams. Work on a time engine had been ongoing for some time and in preparation of its launch we had designed the light sail which we could use pulse lasers to drive to extreme speeds. Having launched several crafts on these pulses of light we had sent packages to alpha century and its worlds. All the while several departments of science were making advances on projects which would revolutionize the world. Variants of several extinct species were re-animated using gene recovered from fossils and living relatives of these species. But this private firm Neural Connect was secretly grinding away at their project. Once almost ignored, now they had iterations of robot cockroach, robot chicken, robot dog, an all sorts of animals which could be programmed or controlled via electricity. They had realized they would need to inject their brain mesh into the fetuses of whichever species they desired and as the fetus developed it would integrate the mesh within its biology from brain to limbs to all organs bones and tissues. Combined with knowledge learned from the electric eels another electrical organisms.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Mind control
The beach was rather crowded that morning, as most people were busy buying fish for the Easter holiday. Several wooden shops littered the landscape and a thousand boom boxes churned out thumping rhythms. Jason sat under the covering erected behind a shop where he had recently procured a beer. Upon his arrival however, he was greeted by the presence of an ex-lover of his whom he had not seen since they broke off their relationship. Her name was Caroline, she had bronze complexion and her hair jet black and curly. They broke off their shared only a verbal greeting and he sat next to her on a log. After sharing a light conversation, Caroline got up and with a quick goodbye was on her way. “How did I mess that one up?” he asked himself before turning away from watching her posterior swishing off into the distance. While he sat there finishing what was left of his beer, he was joined by his cousins who proceeded to order some beers and broke out a bag of marijuana which they smoked casually. Several beers later they decided to go and walk the beach exploring the happenings of the morning. Several tables were laid out where men and the occasional woman were gathered playing cards or any of a variety of board games. They were standing by a table observing a game of dominoes when a heavy thundering sound could be heard, after some scanning of the sky and water they were relieved of their curiosity. There out I the water appeared two beautifully painted speed boats which were running at a cruising speed along the length of the coastline. The pilots of which were clearly foreigners. The presence of the vessels caused quite a stir amongst the locals whom all but abandoned their activities to go and follow as best they could the course of the vessels uttering cries of cheers as they encouraged the pilots, who, due to the stereotype of foreign nationals piloting speed boast in local waters, they all (the locals) assumed these to be transporters of some illegal substance, namely marijuana (export) or cocaine (import). The spectacle was shortly enhanced by the appearance of the coast guard helicopter which must have been lost in the chase and had only just caught up (or so the assumption went). The pilots of the speed vessels however seemed none affected by its appearance and simply turned their vessels around and went for the small cove which was home of the beach. The spectators followed the boats and were soon surprised to see several other crafts of varying dimensions arriving at the cove. But the most striking and all be it frightening revelation was a large animal which swam closely behind the vessels just arriving. The spectators were caught in a state of disbelief as no-one could decide what exactly the creature was! The primary consensus was that it was a sea cow, since most have heard of the animal but never having seen one, the all slowly gravitated towards the idea. Then, the creature came close enough to be better observed and it was realized it must be some sort of dinosaur type animal. As it emerged from the water its features became discernable. Its head was rounded at the top and its eyes seemed to be little beads inside gigantic sockets. Its mouth was short and rounded at the tip. Its body seemed to be lacking any skin as the various muscles and their connecting tendons were clearly visible. The locals, closest to the beach front were so terrified by the revelation of the beasts features that they clamored inland as fast as their feet would take them. As if the revelation of the beast was not sufficient, one of the larger vessels veered to the shore and no sooner had it arrived there did several humanoid beings emerge from it and made their way inland. Pandemonium erupted at the approach of the critters who exhibited great similarities to the beast in the water. Their bodies shared the same brownish green tinge and their muscle fibers were exposed due to the absence of any skin. Their heads were rather large and rounded and divided down the middle similar to how a human brain was halved. In every other regard they seemed to be alike humans. The boat pilot departed their vessels and came ashore in a bid to reassure the crowd of the peaceful nature of the strange visitors, one of the pilots even got on the neck of the great beast and rode it up the beach. The humanoids took refuge from the sun under any shade they could find, trees and awnings along the beach. After some time the foreigners succeeded in getting the locals to relax and they were returning from their hideouts slowly but surely. The locals began approaching the beast closer and closer in a bid to get an up-close look at such marvels. Soon they realized the humanoids could speak with them, in their own language. Though there was no sound or any physical indicator of their have spoken somehow the humanoids were able to project their thoughts into the heads of any and every one, given there must have been some distance limitation as those far off seemed to not have the experience expressed upon them. It was also apparent that they needed no words to be spoken to them, for they somehow were able to sense the thoughts of those in close proximity to them. The grand spectacle of the arrivals was soon passed and locals resumed their activities, making the most of a beautiful morning. Jason was sitting by a table where three of the foreigners were having refreshments. He had he had expressed his curiosity as ti the origins if the humanoids and their beast, and also how they the foreigners came to be the chaperones of such unusual creatures. One of the three foreigners who had a strawberry blonde dreads and a sunburnt complexion, looked up at Jason and asked “Have you lived here long?” “Yes all my life!” Jason replied “Have you seen or heard of anything falling from the sky over the past month?” the foreigner asked “Not here no! And it’s a pretty small island so maybe it fell on some other island and news of it haven’t traveled to us here as yet.” Jason suggested. “”could be! You think it could happen without anyone noticing?” “It is always possible. But why do you ask?” “Our friends are seeking something which fell somewhere in this area, but we must get to it quickly! There is a sect called the ‘Wardens’ they too are on the hunt for it and if they get to it first our friends the sentinels and possibly us could be lost forever.” Replied the dreaded foreigner “my name is Rodrick, this is Emmanuel and to my right is Kennick. We are Bermudans.” Jason looked at the three men, Emmanuel was tall darker than the others and had a low cut. Kennick looked like he was the oldest with touches of grey highlighting hid dark brown hair. “I’m Jason!” he said which earned a nod from the three Bermudans. “You still did not say how you came to be mixed up with these—these sentinels.” “I can’t even remember, but we were out fishing when they first spoke to us and we have been together since. They told us they were travelling across the ocean of time, recovering several treasures that were scattered when star exploded and the energy destroyed the planet orbiting the star.one of the planets was home to the most advanced race in the universe. It was an experiment by these habitants which led to their star being destroyed. The treasures scattered hold the power once assembled to set all suns on a change that would cause its core to collapse and thus destroying the star. The Wardens are next in line in their advancement and they seek to possess this power. But they are not a noble race and the fear is that the Wardens will use it to emaciate all traces of life in this universe and maybe others.” Rodrick explained to Jacob. “What makes you think that treasure is here? I mean it could be anywhere!” Jason inquired. “True! But there is some technology onboard the craft used by the sentinels and it gives them some kind of indicator as to the location of the treasures. We simply try to help them get to where the treasures are. They claim several are on this planet and this is why they had been dispatched to recover them.” “So they have dispatched across the galaxy to… to find these treasures? What makes them think these others?” “The Wardens” “Yeah the Wardens, haven’t already gotten hold of those items? Jason trying to make sense of all this asked “I can’t say but last week we found one of said treasures. Though I’m uncertain what has become of it. I haven’t seen it since.” Roderick said in a contemplative tone. The group sat quietly for some time before the silence was interrupted by the approach of a creature Jason had not noticed before. It seems like an oversized dragonfly but its wing speed must have been so rapid as to render them invisible, only two facts suggested their existence. The sound of a heavy hum and the fact that the creature hovered in the air. The locals stood in awe of the new arrival which buzzed about from here to there. It’s sped almost instantaneous for it moved from point to point almost as quickly as light. It soon approached the other sentinels and they all faced each other as though conversing before one stepped out of the group and stared at the sky. The flying beast approached the table where Jason sat and without any communication Jason could hear, Rodrick got up and nodded to Jason then he and the other two Bermudans departed. Aroused by his curiosity, Jason got up and ran after them, “Hey Rodrick! Wait!” he yelled as he approached the group. “I would like to join you. I wanna see the treasure you’re looking for.” Jason expressed to Rodrick who was still walking towards the awning beneath which the sentinels stood. “It wouldn’t be for me to decide.” Roderick explained “Ask them, to let me! I could show you guys around after all it is my country.” Jason had only just finished speaking when inside his mind he could hear the Sentinel’s voice agreeing with him ‘We will be better off if he accompanied us. The site is in a deeply remote spot, we might attract the wrong attention.’ Roderick turned to express the sentinels confirming Jason’s suggestions but just as he did Jason blurted out that he had heard the message himself. “That shit still trips me out.” Jason said speaking of the telepathic communication used by the sentinels.
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