The Gods’ Rule The Mainframe

Dark, dark days were ahead, in this final, demented race, for the White House. With only 6 more weeks before the victor was crowned King, or Queen, of the New World, slash Free Enterprise, of which freedom was, for a great while now, unemployed and without too much to go on, these days, considering we were now literally living in The Purge.

The Swede with the Lead, as he was now known, became a citizen of the United States just 10 years ago, at a young age of 19, and has been fueling the fires of a new kind of spiritual revolution, one in which the mind ties into digital A.I., and we get to, “Live again, as Gods’ of these, this, the eternal mainframe of unlimited CPU evolution, or ecolution, you might say as it takes the economy by force, and begins to renew the minds of our youth, and of our old, into a great peoples, with a new beginning, from an old ending, and let’s light the fires of the empires again, only this time, let’s unite, all in digital harmony, finally, brothers’ and sisters’ of an electro-dynamic masterpiece; a work of art beyond the boundaries of real, or imagined. I like to think of this new era, this new beginning, this new age, this new system, this new state, hell, this new nation, as the U.S.O.B.T.G.R, or merely, the United States of Babylon, the Great Republic. Oh yeah, my name is Friedrich von Bauer Reich, the 3rd. We’re gonna rewrite the universe under our watch and light the torch for human revival beyond the clouds, and into oblivion. Love each and every one of you. It’s our time to shine!!!”

There was something about this Friedrich von whatcha-ma-call-it, and the ratings at the polls were showing it. The truth was harder to decipher these days. The bigots were now considered the saviors, and the saviors were just unashamed bigots. My God, this was becoming hell on earth, and the fires were beginning to touch us all, in the grocery store, at the gas pump, the entertainment field, etc…,etc….,etc….

Friedrich Reich was a born again zealot on the road to total self destruction, and yet he was honored as a God-like Savior amongst the most of this nation, who had been soooo battered by depraved men, and women , who swore to uphold the laws and duties of this great nation, and yet every channel seemed to showcase a more wicked, a more ridiculous scandal from these self-righteous pricks than the last man. What were these bozos playing at, Survival of the Scandals? Who knew, and nobody seemed to care, but one particular lady. That’s right. A female who was just beginning to get her feet planted on solid ground.

She was no ordinary lady. This lady had been dragged through the mud like a slave, horse tied, and drug through the streets of this self righteous mob of desensitized lunatics. The only thing is, be watchful. Be very careful what you do or say to make your ego bigger than what your I.Q. actually is, a big fat zero, because a slave only takes so much. A slave only allows but so many stripes across his back, only allows so many derogatory names to be hurled at him in the name of free speech, so many times you can strike down this man you deem as nothing before night falls, and he takes his shank that he’s carved, from the moment you took his life from himself and he carves the truth in you, that all men, and women, deserve the chance to breathe. We were made to love, to grow as one, together, to live as if we were one, and that is the last ounce of feeling that these so-called slave masters receive at the end, when death comes a-knocking, for them, by way of the very one he spoke was beneath him. Now look at the reversal of roles. Whose standing on top now? I guess he wasn’t so fickle of a man after all.

Eva Christine La’Guerra was a small underweight, in a world of political giants and fire breathing dragons. Men who would tear your heart out, and masquerade at the ball with your heart dangling from around his neck; a perfect heirloom for his adversaries to try and overcome. “I’m coming for you, and I will literally take your heart from you, and watch your career bleed out slowly.” The women were worse. They would eat your heart out, one painful bite at a time. This was no place for the faint of heart, no pun intended.

We were all waiting for her 6 o’clock pm newscast announcement that she had been planning for years, and years, or at least that’s what some very powerful insiders had teased us with on some lame podcasters’ shows. I was reeling from this most unusual, and yet, so intriguing, moment, that I couldn’t keep my mind on anything that day. Work was important. A man has to eat, pay his bills, have a place to stay, some money in his pocket, and someone to watch his back and show him he’s very loved, but who in their right mind was thinking about that now?

The hands of the big clock in the town hall of our nation’s capital, Washington, D.C., were lining up ever so close to that time, being so overwhelmed before it had even begun to begin. The people began counting down as one minute ‘till showtime. These people were acting like it was the start of a new year, and to them, it was. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, SHOWTIME!!!!” The people shouted with unabashed authority, showing their political handlers who were still in charge. They were. The chants of, “EVA LA’GUERRA IS NO STRANGER TO TERROR, FOR WHEN SHE WAS TINY, SHE WAS KIDNAPPED FROM HER FAMILY, BUT SHE TOOK ON HER HEAVY HITTERS TO SHOW SHE WAS NO QUITTER AND ‘TILL THIS DAY STILL, AT 33 SHE’S FOR REAL!!!!!”

The crowds and crowds of people fell silent as quickly as they rang out their fight song for Eva, who was kidnapped when she was 12, and to this day, most people still can’t believe that most haunting of times, when someone decides you’re nothing more than a piece of property. Nothing more. Nothing less. Eva had bigger dreams that day. Even at 12, her heart and determination was enough to baffle even the toughest of men. She was able to, who knows how, but get one of the ‘nappers’ guns. She shot him point blank range, then out maneuvered the other 3 like she was Rambo on a journey to free the mind of anger, and apparently they were the punching bags, the targets for which she would pummel and not go down, at least not now, and from the looks of it, Eva was already headstrong, and built for survival.

Soon as Eva’s gorgeous, but not to be trifled with, face, hit that big screen with her beautiful green eyes, long blonde hair, done up as if today was the beginning of something major, a bombshell, a news report for the ages, a confidential report, maybe, or something even bigger. “Oh wait, what could be bigger than that?” Everyone’s eyes were on this tiny, but overbearing young lady. She didn’t flinch. That meant, usually, Eva was through playing games. It was time for the ace up the sleeve, the final act, and no, she wasn’t about to disappear from off this big screen. She was about to stand out, even among the tallest trees and even the tallest skyscrapers, Eva had them beat, and, oh boy, by far.

“Ladies and gents, boys and girls, start your engines; what motivates you to come out here for little ol’ me, when you could be out shopping, lying beside that special someone, who makes your heart murmur with excitement? Or perhaps, you could be on a dazzling vacation adventure with your wonderful, wonderful friends and family? BUT NOOOOO!!!!! NOT MY PEOPLES!! WE ARE HERE TO LET IT BE KNOWN, SO LET IT BE KNOWN, WE ARE NOT AFRAID OF YOU!!!! WE KNOW ABOUT WHAT YOU DO!!!!! YOU HIDE FROM THE MASSES, WHILE LIVING OFF THE CLASSES, NOW THAT WOULD MAKE YOU AN IGNORANT FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My God. This woman was drawing every bit of energy the people had, and directing it right to her, and her, back to them. The shouts of the many, “We love you Eva. You are right for the job. God has sent you for us. Your fighting spirit is needed here and now!!!!!” You should’ve heard all the rants about this one, tiny, shell of a lady, who was just beginning to unwind this evening. No one was ready for this. It just came, suddenly, and without warning.

“Reset your password!!! The truth is in your being already. It’s in your DNA. You were born the greatest computer, ever!!! Look at you. Each and every one of you!!! So well adjusted to the realities of our nation, and of this world that they have created for you and I, but I say, Create yourselves!!!! Nothing is impossible to the believer!!!! Nothing changes without faith, a hope, a dream, to be something bigger, something better, something more dangerous, and yet, so loving and kind are we!!!! Again, I say, “Reset your password!!!!!!! They have begun to hack into your mind with ideologies that become harder and harder to break from the longer you endure them and lend them your ears to hear the art of using words to condition the mind for something we would not do, unless reprogrammed for something we would not do. I’m asking everyone here tonight to no longer bow your heads to Mr. Friedrich von Bauer Reich, or his distasteful, and rather untrustworthy mobs of digital hitmen, that pry on our minds with falsehoods, everywhere. The home computer has become a weapon to take away the very thing that makes you unique, an individual. Your way of free thinking. Many a man, and woman, has changed her world, her friends, her family, by way of their free thinking. I have a dream carried a people on it’s shoulders until they were finally heard. It’s not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country, resonated with all classes of people. It sank in, and took hold, and set them free from one way of doing things. Someone once said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand!!!” So much freedom in hearing those words. It can hurt, but free thinking was built to tackle the unjust, unruly, and most vile of us all with a new way around that, which was the old way, to perfect it, or, at least, to make better, that which was, or is, no longer working, and/or acceptable to society and it’s inhabitants!!! These brave men fought for your way of life and, how you might say?! By not allowing their minds to be overloaded, overwhelmed, and overpowered by a useless group of Ivy League imbeciles, who don’t know whether to save the planet, or kill all the peoples of the world on it!! It’s time to reschedule a reprogram, a reupdate to your and my psyche. It may be years of hard work, to rededicate that which was hacked and stolen from you by evildoers, your original identity, and branded by ads and shows and movies, a replacement, a duplicate, a clone of yourself that is no way near as unimaginable as the real you. People, let your light shine. Don’t die on me here. Don’t die on me now. All those years ago, I didn’t quit on you. Yeah, I was 12. I was young, and naive. I was a child, but I believed in people then, and that is why they couldn’t break me then, sell me like a dog to God knows what, and to who, just to buy a little bread, a little wine, a little dope? Perhaps. Maybe. But they couldn’t break me. My freedom lies in you all. It always has. And it always will. My peoples. My light. My nation. My world. My love. You!!!!!!

I’ll never forget her, or that evening. It was very cold at that time, but for that particular day, that particular evening, it was just right. She was a fighter, true to the end. She was walking home a week before the election was to be held. Always with her people. No matter your background, or where you came from, you belonged to her worldwide family. They were singing songs of love, of being free thinkers, of changing their world, their situations of struggle, when care free, dangerous men, pulled up, shouted, “The world belongs to the Gods’ of the Mainframe, the digital age is upon us now!!!!!!!,” and openfired on all the loving, happy, sit with us, and tell us your story, kind of people. The bastards drove off, now they, singing songs, of revolution, and of aspiring destruction to come.

“I am but 92 and one half years old now. It is now 2073. I was so very proud of my little Eva. Her lovely parents, good parents, were never found, until 2 years later, Their remains were found , half buried in a shallow grave, their skulls sitting by their side, as they laid in such a cold and cruel place, Juarez, Mexico, where they did humanitarian work for the ones who didn’t have a way out, or needed help, or money to get by. These were good and loving people, who died so wicked, They’ve never found the person, or group responsible, and chances are, they never will. Roaches multiply quicker than you can stop them, and I know that now, but my sweetest Eva, who cherished what all I could tell her about her humble, and caring parents, seemed to say already those same words her parents used to say, “If a life can be reached, then a life I can teach, but if I should stay away, then what good is the next day?” Eva, you’ll never be forgotten, sweetie. You started something in people that grows rare in most, LOVE!!! They gave her the biggest farewell party money could buy. The popes’ funerals didn’t have nothing on my little girls. Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, my Eva, was my precious granddaughter, and her mother, Celine, my beautiful daughter. I have lost a lot to tragedy, but I have seen a dying light still shine bright, from afar. I have watched this world, with a careful eye, and have pondered what all of this evil and wickedness, and destruction means, and I have yet to find a definitive answer, but I do know justice began when they escorted new President, Friedrich Reich from the White House grounds, for taking so much money from the people, and was finally caught, that tricky bastard!!!! My two girls were most likely contract hits from this tyrant of a man, who had come to deceive the world into slavery by way of technology, but in the end, it was super surveillance technology that caught him in scandal after scandal, and done him in. Good riddance. That guy. Well, I think I’ll retire back to my bedroom for the evening. The night has come upon me, yet again, and oh, I’m so tired from the struggles of life, and of great losses thereof. I have my other girl with me, still, my sweet Beretta, cold to the touch. She has saved me from many a heartless man, with just a tug on her heart’s trigger, she answers me every time. Tonight’s the big night. 60 years ago today, I lost my reason to live, but yet I fought on, a hard headed, tough as nails marine sniper, who tried to beat death, with life, and I prevailed, mostly, but now, it’s time. I will tell you this one last thing, the last words that were told to me by my Eva, before she let go, and after this, I will hold my love, Beretta in my hands, and let her speak one last time, for me. Anyway, as Eva lay dying, some witnesses, who tried to do all they could, when it was safe again to do so, saw a young woman, with a gunshot wound to the head and gut, fighting to stay alive, for her people, no doubt, was trying so desperately to live…., and when they came in closer, tears running down their cheeks, begging her, “Don’t die, sweetie!! You must live!!!” They said she calmly looked them in the eyes and said ever so softly, and ever so gently, “I will, in you, my people,” and then went limp. That was my Eva, just like her mother, always for the good of others they were there to serve. Well, time is short and my will to find my family has come. Look, friend, if what I have told you has done anything in the least, I hope it spoke to your heart, as Eva always spoke from the heart, and I hope it said,”Remember the people. You are my people, and I yours, and together, by faith, to help my brothers and sisters, I will always stand, as my little Eva stood, tall and proud. Goodbye, friend. May we meet again, you, me, Eva, Celine, and her father, Pedro La’Guerra, a very good man, someday, not far from here, where only the heart can find, HOME!!!”