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[Chapter Eleven- “The Reunion” — Part Five of Six]

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This must be some sort of dream. Charlotte thought.
She had entered the condo and found her dead husband sitting on the couch. But he appeared to be alive and well, calmly staring at her. Tears of joy were welling up in her eyes as she placed her hands over her mouth in shock and disbelief.
Is this really happening?
A dizzy, whirling sensation followed, and her vision started to dim. She saw Jack standing up from the couch and rushing toward her as everything turned black.

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Jack watched the love of his life walk in through the front door and looked up from the journal.
What should I say? He thought. “Oh- Hey, baby. It’s just me- I’m actually a different version of Jack, from a different reality, but you’re going to think I have returned from the grave. So… what’s new?”

Her eyes suddenly rolled up into her head and Jack realized that she was fainting. He was sprinting from the couch as Charlotte crumpled to the floor.

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“Charlotte? Are you okay?” Jack said.
He crouched down and attempted to wake her. When that did not work he placed one hand beneath her legs and slid the other one under her back. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He gently placed her upon the bed.
“I didn’t want our reunion to go like this.” Jack whispered.
What has her life been like the last two years? He wondered. Does she know who killed me? He reached out and caressed the side of her face.

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Progression #38

[Chapter Eleven- “The Reunion” — Part Three of Six]

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It took a few minutes for Jack to regain his equilibrium after the strange frequency had invaded his thoughts. He was a bit amazed that the prayer had effectively stopped whatever the robot had been attempting to do to him.
Maybe that thing knows that I’m already dead here. Maybe it’s trying to figure out why I’m still alive and walking around.
He went to the kitchen and poured a tall glass of water.
I wonder if the tap water here has medications added to it like it did back home. He thought.

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Jack drank half of the water before returning to the living room.
The black cat came running up to him. The sweet-natured creature was rubbing up against his legs and purring loudly.
“Hermes.” Jack said. “You aren’t a robot, are you, buddy?”
The cat looked up at him and shook his head from side to side.
“Well, that’s a relief.” Jack patted his head between the ears.
Hermes meowed once and then rolled over on the ground with his paws up in the air.

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Jack picked up the journal and took a seat on the couch.
If there are any answers to be found- Like what happened to America- Or who killed me, I’m hoping they will be in here.
He was leafing through the pages and attempting to find where he had left off when he heard footsteps on the other side of the front door. The soft jingle of a key ring and a low creak as the screen door opened.
Jack looked up from the book, holding his breath in anticipation.

 

Progression #37

[Chapter Eleven- “The Reunion” — Part Two of Six]

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Charlotte pulled into the small parking lot behind the condominium that she called home and parked the car in the assigned space. She rolled up the windows and gathered all of her things before exiting the car and locking it.
The drive back from the cemetery had given her time to reflect upon all of the days she had enjoyed with Jack. Even the bad days had become treasured memories.
I somehow managed not to cry on the way home this time. She thought.

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But don’t take any of this for granted. It was only yesterday that you were outsiders
She walked down the short path that led from the parking lot to the front of the building. The muscles in her legs and her feet were sore from work and climbing the two flights of stairs to the condo certainly did not help the situation.
Three days off. Charlotte reminded herself. I’m going to start off with a hot bath and then I’ll curl up on the couch with a book.

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As she reached the top stair she realized that a praying mantis was clinging to the side of the railing and watching her.
I wonder if it’s real. Charlotte thought. There were so many fake, robotic insects used by the government to spy on people that she always had to question which ones were genuine.
She pulled the keys from her purse and turned away from the mantis. She moved over to the front door and slid a key into the lock. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Progression #36

[Chapter Eleven- “The Reunion” — Part One of Six]

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Progression #35

[Chapter Ten- “The Fusion Center” [I] ]

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The technician on duty picked up the phone and nervously punched in Sergeant Pike’s home number.

Three long rings before the call was connected.

“Who is this?” A gruff male voice said.

“Sergeant Pike?” The technician said.

“This is Pike. Who is this and why are you calling me?”

The technician gulped. “Sir, this is employee number 366608 at the downtown fusion center-“

“This had better be really important, 366608. Do you know what

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happened to the last employee who call me on my day off?”

“Yes, sir. I have an unusual situation here- Even the supercomputer is unsure on how to proceed.”

A few moments of silence.

“What’s the situation?”

“Well, sir, the facial pattern software on the public security cameras identified a man’s face this afternoon who is no longer in the system. His name is Jack A. Altomare, and our files show that he died two years ago.”

“Where is he now?”

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“Inside of a condominium owned by a woman named Charlotte S. Altomare. I dispatched a Sentry to the area. The robot was performing a memory scan on him when something strange happened- It malfunctioned and shut down!”

“Incredible.” Sergeant Pike muttered. “Listen, 366608, I want full spectrum surveillance on that place. Don’t do anything else until I get there. Send three more Sentries to the area.”

“Yes, sir!” 366608 said.

“I’m on my way.” Sergeant Pike disconnected the call.

Progression #34

[Chapter Nine- “The Sentry” — Part Two of Two]

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The high-pitched tone continued. The sound was earsplitting as it penetrated through his skull and stabbed into his brain.

Jack stumbled inside and slammed the door shut. He discovered that his balance was way off- It felt like the floor was moving under his feet. He stopped walking and leaned back against the door for support.

He placed his hands over his ears in a futile attempt to block the frequency. His vision was blurred and he suddenly had such a severe headache that tears were

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welling up in the corners of his eyes.

It seemed crazy, but it was almost like his mind had been invaded by the sound. Memories started surfacing, inexplicably, that he had not recalled in years.

A childhood birthday party that had ended with his parents fighting. Then breaking his ankle in a freak accident when he was a teenager. The first time he had kissed Charlotte. Standing in a black suit at his first art gallery show…

It’s like my mind is a file

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cabinet and someone is randomly snooping through the files.

He clenched his hands into fists. A deep breath in through the nostrils and then out through the mouth. He closed his eyes and whispered a brief prayer for strength.

Jack perceived the robot waiting for him outside and the frequency as belonging to the same type of high-tech evil. He focused his mind on the only thing that could truly defeat evil: Love.

The painful tone ceased immediately and the room was silent.

Progression #33

[Chapter Nine- “The Sentry” — Part One of Two]

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Jack closed the journal and placed it upon the coffee table. He had only read a few entries near the beginning of the book and already his head was swimming- He was trying to grasp how different his life had been on this version of the planet, and he could not explain why the words seemed to conjure up vague images in his mind.

So many unanswered questions… Jack thought. He walked to the front door and opened it.

Maybe getting some fresh air would be a good idea.

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He sat down on the front porch and was enjoying the first drag of a cigarette when he realized that the strange figure that had been hiding in the shadows across the street had returned.

“What is going on here?” Jack muttered under his breath.

Chills ran up his spine as he was again struck by the impression that the figure was not exactly human. He had been so focused on scouring the condo for clues and with reading the journal that he had almost forgotten about this thing watching him.

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The dark figure took a few steps forward and Jack was able to get a better look at its face- It was composed of what appeared to be hundreds of small metallic cubes that made the face look scrambled, almost featureless.

I was right! Jack thought. It is some sort of robot or android!

The thing tilted its gaze up to stare directly at Jack and, as if on cue, a high-pitched ringing squealed in his ear. The sound seemed to drown out all thought. He tossed the cigarette and crawled back toward the door.

Progression #32

[Chapter Eight – “The Journal” [V.I] — Part Six of Six]

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May 23rd-

The endless wars continue- Millions dead- Families broken and cities destroyed. Cries of suffering, cries of protest. Violence spreads from nation to nation and the bloodstains don’t wash out.

Half of the public doesn’t even know why the soldiers are fighting- They parrot back the latest propaganda from the nightly news and go about their business.

The jobs continue to disappear and the prices continue to rise- Records numbers of homeless- It has all been going on for so long that

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most accept it as the new normal.

The average person has been trained and conditioned to feel powerless- That it is all out of their control- The path has been decided for them and it cannot be altered.

Thousands have been abducted from their homes and disappeared to create a chilling effect- A message that says: “Shut up. Don’t think for yourself. Don’t question our totalitarian authority.”

An artificial prison has been constructed their minds and they still consider themselves to be free people.

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A few still remain, though- Quietly setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of those around them.

Hoping and pleading for compassion and love. For blessed are the peacemakers.

I sit and contemplate everything that my ancestors went through to allow me to reach this moment in history and I wonder what they would expect from me.

How would they have responded to this modern society- To the trickery and control, to the lies and deception?