Genibombe

I was wrong when I said, ‘the governemnt is always right.’ Now that I listen to them, I can see that what they say is like a torrent of lies. And now I see that I am drowning in a sea of idiots. I believe that the president is just distracting us from what is really important. Because of this belief, I have began to not care. If they want to kill us all, by not thinking, and just saying what other people will like, or, in other words, being media robots. I also used to think that adults knew what was best. But, now that I think more on this subject, I see that, if people listened to the children of our country, they would get the other half of the views, not just what they see as important.

The government says that it protects you, but then they tax you more and more, making you have less money, and be less safe, because you don’t have enough money to buy defensive ‘things.’ Then, they blame the edjucational systems, that they aren’t increasing, to be the reason that you don’t have enough money, when they are the ones taking it from you. So they tax you more to ‘improve upon the edshumakashins,’ making you poorer, making them richer. They don’t do anything to improve the school systems, but they still take your money for their so called ‘plans’. When you are dumbed down, poor, and in debt, then how is this being protected?

-1-

Well, day one went not so smooth, we established jobs, and the group leader. Then, we decided to explore the island, to make a map. The map was ok, not very detailed, and had a lot of white areas. But we soon became hungry. Our hunger made us search through the jungle, good thing that I would eat anything around, not including meat. Hopefully we have a good vegetations supply.

-15-

Things are going a bit better. We got hit by a lightning storm, but we already had a cave that we found, so the lightning didn’t affect us. We had enough food to wait for the storm to pass, and a way to keep predators out, a fucelage, from the plane, wich makes excellent protection. I found some wood, and began to make more tools, with rocks that I sharpened, on bigger rocks. It worked well, and now we have more axes, to make traps for animal, wich I took part in just t keep the stronger members of the group alive.

-30-

Everything is going perfect! We have established jobs, and set up a lot of defences. So, now, being well protected, we can survive on this island, now all we need is some girls, since our group is made of all men. Maybe we just need a miracle.

Rocks, cliffs, trees, and water. We can use the rocks for tools, the cliffs for protection, trees for lumber/tools, and the water for duh.

What is reality? Reality, it means real. Right? But what is real? Real has been stretched, twisted, thrown into a waist basket, eaten by a tiger, regurgitated, cremated, the ashes frozen, placed in a car compacter, then eaten again, this time by a lion. It has become fakeness. Not realness. Real seems to be fitting in, talking to people, but still keeping your mouth shut. How could this be even vaguely considered real, nonetheless reality.

What is your take on reality? Is it real, or is it just a word, used to describe an image we have had placed in our minds since birth, of what reality is? -Please comment-

-Unknown date: After experimentation.-

What had happened? What was happening? Where am I? Who am I? Am I still alive? Am I dead? Can I see anything? Can I speak?… More questions slowly drifted through my mind. My eyes, they slowly opened. I saw brown tree trunks, leading towards the darkened sky. The leaves blocked my veiw of the wandering clouds. It was noon, as far as I could tell, but, what was with the trees? I must be dreaming… Yes, just dreaming… this can’t be reality… But, it is reality, for I could just feel a small ant scurry across my hand… And you can’t feel dreams… Or can you?… A feeling of pain pulsed in my skull. Wow, my head hurt… A head ache… Had I been unconsious?… Or had someone knocked me out?… I slowly stood, using my hands to get up, since my legs were too wobbly and weak. Halfway standing, my left kneecap collapsed, and I fell onto the grass. I tried to scream, but noiselessness was all that entered my ears.

I could feel my heartbeat, wich sounded like horrid music when accompanied by the pulsing of my brain. Pump… Pumpthump… Pump… Pump… Pumpthump… Pump… Pump… Pumpthump… And it carried on like that, for about ten minutes. I could hear the wind, and the grass, and the trees. The wind wooshed, but the trees, it fealt like they were talking. But not just talking, talking directly to me. But that was impossible… Trees couldn’t talk… I reached out my hand, grabbing onto one of the roots, hoping to lift myself up. Now, I could clearly hear the tree.

“Would you please stop touching my leg?” I was shocked. This definently couldn’t be real. Yeah, I must be dreaming, some horrible, twisted, freaky, dream.

“S-sorry.” Wait, how had I just talked. My mouth wasn’t moving. No sound was coming out, but yet I was talking. Nonetheless to a tree.

“You should be quite sorry, touching a tree’s leg, how rude.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that… Um… Would you wimd helping me up?”

“Sure. I can tell you aren’t one of those discusting humans.” One of the branches of the tree came down, lifting me up to a standing position.

“Actually, I think I am…”

The tree seemed to give me a funny look. “You have wooden skin, and a tree bark exoskeleton. No human I’ve ever seen has had that.”

“What?” I was more panic stricken right now, than I had been when talking to a tree for the first time. It was right, my shirt had huge holes, with tree bark spikes. I fealt my face. My skull had burst to the front of my head. But, what had happened? I couldn’t grasp what I had become. Or had I always been like this? My memory was much too foggy now. Maybe later, I could remember. But, the branch of the tree, I didn’t feel it holding me up.

It had returned to a unmoving normality. “Hello?” I was trying to talk to it more, get imformation about where I was, who I was, and how I had got here. It seemed lifeless… Maybe I was just imagining things. But then how was I standing? A small pain, like being poked by a needle, came from my arm. A dart? Aw crap. I fell into a deep sleep, like the one I had just came from.

Where I awoke, I still don’t know. It all was so fast.

Well, I really think it is stupid that we have to kill eachother over land. If you kill someone for land, it’s just dirt. Can we spell that out? D-I-R-T What makes you think this is a good idea. You kill some of them, what does it accomplish? DIRT! You burn buildings; DIRT! Why is dirt so important to you, it’s DIRT. That’s the kind of thing I really wish I could get across to some poeple. Does all this dirt make you powerfull? Is this dirt the soarce of all power in the world? No, it is mearely DIRT, nothing more. Lives waisted for dirt, time waisted for dirt, so many other things waited for dirt. As I’ve said before, IT IS D-I-R-T DIRT.

4/7/13 The first test.

I looked about, a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I pushed on the door.It creaked open, and I stepped into the white room. Everything seemed normal today. The test subjects had been ‘delivered’, and were put on sleeping medications. I didn’t like doing this, but it was for the good of our country, hopefully the spores would effect at least one of these subjects. The people were of three ages. One was 19, one was 33, the final around 62. Their names went as followed, Jack, Robert, and Doctor Zoun, my assistant. They hadn’t vollenteered, other than Zoun. The government had decided that these should be used. The man, at the age of 33, was from a government agency, and had been assigned to follow out his orders. Zoun had always been fascinated by my work, so he happily vollenteered. The boy though, something was wrong about what the government had said, ‘It won’t matter if anything happens to him.’ Those cold voices, they frightened me, as they echoed in my mind. What did they mean by ‘Won’t matter’?

Nonetheless, my research would not be halted by any thought floating through my mind. I moved to the three people, placing a medical mask, usually used for sleeping medication, over each of their mouths. I hooked the tubes on the masks up to a large, silver machine, with a swirling gas in the middle. The gas flowed to each of them, but I did not see any reactions. But then, something caught my eye. The boy, his hand, it was twitching slightly. His skin was beginning to look lighter. Then, small chunks of something, it looked like rock, but, something was off about this rock. It wasn’t rock, it was tree bark.

My gaze shifted to the older man, and my assistant, no visible side effects were detected. Then, I remembered about the boy. He was now flailing about, as the tree bark came from his skin. It was beginning to tear apart his long sleeved shirt. His torso was extremely thin, and I could begin to see his rib cage, it seemed as though it was bursting from his chest. His face, it looked as though his skull was moving outward, through his skin, just like his ribs. Then, I clearly could view the rib cage, it was made of the same tree bark that had earlier been protruding from his arms. I turned off the machine, my goal had been accomplished. I had created a super soldgier, well, not at the right age that the government had wanted, but oh well, the machine would just need a bit more tweaking. “Ok, they should be awake within minutes, if my calculations are correct.”

The calculations were correct. First, Zoun awoke. I had unstrapped all three of them after I recorded my results. A smile danced apon my face as I walked to him. “Zoun! Wake up! Our tests were a semi -sucsessful!”

Zoun was quite excited about this, but then, his excitement turned to, what seemed to be, worry. “What do you mean, semi-sucsessful?” He asked in his usual scratchy voice.

“Well, the thing is, it only affected the child that the government gave us… Not you, obviously, and not the other man. Just the boy. Stand, and I’ll show you.”

Zoun stood. But we both stopped. The Boy, Jack, had completely disappeared. There was nothing in the testing bed. But then, as our gaze quickly shifted about the lab, we realized that our super soldgier spore machine had been wrecked. And the lab had many slash marks scattered about.

A small sound came clearly into my ears. Laughter. First quiet, then louder. But it didn’t sound like it came from the child… But from my assistant himself. “Zoun! What in the name of science do you find so funny about this? Our only test subject escaped, and the machine is ruined!”

Zoun looked at me. “You don’t get it! Do you!? You were but a pawn in my master plan! Now the world will be mine!” Zoun just kept laughing.

“Zoun, have you gone mad! Listen to what you are saying! World domination! It’s impossible!” I was yelling just to break through the sinister cackle of the man I had worked with for over 27 years. “I don’t understand any of this! What are you even thinking? Are you even thinking!”

“Oh, yes… I am thinking! But I won’t tell you what I’m thinking. You’ll just have to figure it out yourself, Dr. William Jursom.” He sprinted out of the room quickly, without another word, the sound of his laughing trailing off still haunts me to this day.

I want to help people, and if I help them, tell them to do the same. I would want to find people who need help, and give them food, better cloths, or whatever they need. Try and help them get a job, if they are old enough, so that they can earmn money, to help other people, just as I had, to them. Even by helping one person, I could help people all over the earth.

I don’t think he would die, because he is an important character. Also, everyone was trying to put the fire out, so it wouldn’t make sense, having people in two places at once.