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Here is a brief story (start) I just wrote that may generate some topical buz:

The wall monitor switched on… and so began the end of our world.

“Congratulations! You, Samuel Robinson Caruso, have been selected for enhancement.  Please report to Ascension Health Enhancement Center by 3:00 PM EST to undergo the procedure.  Welcome, Fellow Traveler.  You are about to enter a brave new world!”

 

Sam was my brother.  He was 12 when it happened.  Afterwards, he was never the same again.

Sam has become a sentinel of the state.  He patrols the city perimeter, looking for hold-outs like me.  Those who refused to be “enhanced”.  To enter the next stage of “human evolution”.

 

If Sam comes within range…I will be forced to kill him.  …Provided I see him first.  Sam’s enhancements were part of the Stage II directive of the Great Reset protocol.

 

Stage III application, so far has been an abysmal failure.  Many have died in the process.  The rest…  Well, the rest have been institutionalized.  Perhaps that word is too generous.  Their bodies were taken into the “institution” for “further research”.  Their minds…  Well, I doubt those are within the reach of anyone anymore.

 

Stage III enhancement purported to give the subjects the ability to read minds.  Neural communication, they called it.

 

The military had long been interested in the field application of such abilities, but so far, tampering with the human mind proven to be, if you’ll forgive the expression, a “tough nut to crack”.

 

Culture had long been primed to move the “Overton” window into acceptance of enhancing human bodies, but the ethical shift had taken longer than the proponents wished for.  But now.  With global control and centralization, ethical concerns of tampering with the human genome were no longer a deterrent.

 

With the youth culture fantasizing over “enhanced human abilities” the young fully embraced what the older generations never would.  They had lost the history of the human atrocities committed in such pursuits.

 

The scorned the idea that a benevolent Creator had envisioned them and had designed them.  Purposed them before time and space.  They were trained to see themselves as inadequate, rather than fearfully and wonderfully made.

 

Religion, faith, doctrines were relegated to the old ways of superstition.  The elder generations had died out before passing on their values, their sage wisdom, their legacy, and their heritage.  And in that vacuum, those powerbrokers saw their opportunity.  A chance to gain power over each and every person.  To ascend to a position of godlike control over those who lived and those who died.  To establish as New Order, and set forth a new agenda that they claimed would ultimately “save the world”.

 

Could I kill my brother Sam?

 

I could.  I must.

My brother died four years ago on January 13th on that fateful day when the wall monitor switched on, at precisely 3:27 PM, after he had prepped and taken in for “enhancement”.

 

The entity that had hunted our parents and turned them over to the state was not my brother.