Part 2. I AM THE WORLD Jan,1,???? I am but a fable in a world of non stop orders. I dont know what happened yesterday. Almost like i was born today but i can talk and think and do pretty much everything an adult could do. I had to watch an lecture on a screen embedded into all four sides of the wall. Hello Austin vakmoon. If you couldn't tell this is your name. But who am i you ask? Well im you, im also the people you see. Who am i? who are you? You are me. We... I am the world you listen to what i say. You obey are you will...so say, cease to exist. Go ahead and leave your HOME. I went ahead and went with it to find out what will happen. Upon walking out i saw 100's of others. Then the screen that called its self the world came back. Please stand in front of your HOME. You will be specified a job. There are few jobs so you should not have to worry. We have the noble-men, removers, S.S., chefs, spokesman. And most important the receivers. What? I asked myself. Here is a brief history of you and me the world. I am an computer built many years ago. I own you. The political adjustment were made after i was built. A screen was carried down in front of me and all the others. It shows some people. These are the creators of me, the world but they tried to shut me down. So they were permanently...removed. It showed dead bodies of the men after the phones exploded killing them. Whould they do that to us? The world came back on. Please in a straight line walk toward the halls. We were approved in rooms, im a noble-men. I was supposed to sit at a nearby desk where screens were everywhere at least 9 surrounding a chair in thousands of cells. I was supposed to categorize people. Those who are in those jobs. I was supposed to watch there every move. No body out of sight. Rather they have problems mentally or physically. The world is awful it made me right in black letters dunce or unable on folks with issues that need to be helped. Jan 10 I've caught up on some things. I shouldn't say things. Im not aloud to speak my mind. Im not supposed to write in this journal. The other day i found a little pamphlet on the floor of a fix home. It had senseless scribbles on the first few pages. Whom ever held this may not be the same or.... Is not existent. I had piece of metal wire. So every ten days when the heat dies down upon me i huddle into a corner and write. I use the wire to prick my finger and i have to write with my blood. I haven't a pen or pencil or any way to write at all. I hide it in my blue shirt and place it under the bed. There are countless black spots on the ceiling that pose as cameras. So i go to a corner and huddle myself there so that my body hides the most illegal thing i have. Though it feels good to have a thought without forgetting it or cramming it all in my head. Though the world Doesn't allow it. I hear a knocking on the door from my only freind jaqueman whiteman. If he finds this he'll report me. Feb 20. Turns out there are multiple people with a journal like mine. I had to watch a screen giving a lecture about punishment and discipline. Here at the world's centre we do not think for ourselves. We think about ourselves. You and him, you and her, him and her are the same person. Who are they, who are you, you are me. Who am i? im the world. Let me show you a few things. The world showed horrible punishments regarding the brain. They were helmets that were placed upon the heads of those who own thoughts that are not regarding the world. The first helmet looked of a screaming ghost. But metal with flashing lights, wires, tubes, and needles. The man in the chair wore the helmet. The head looked like a strainer. There were thin needles that were injected into the eyes and locked with gears. There was a longer, larger needle that would be placed in the mouth all the way until it puncture the back of the throat. And many other needles that were connected to colorful wires that were injected into the holes on top of the helmet into the skull. On the center of the helmet at the very top was a hole to which some unidentified persons wearing a skull mask( REMOVERS) would extract the flesh and fragment of skull leaving but a brain that was connected to a tube. The second helmet was like a metal frame of a box. It locked onto a head and kept there eyes open. There lips were pulled. Along with there jaw and touge so they couldn't speak only grunt and watch painfully as the world gave them a long lecture. It was called a wish-taker. People had but 3 wishes. The first is they take your memory. The second is were they take you ability to talk. The third is the ability to think were the put you in the first helmet. The first helmet is an execution, without the abilities to think your body shuts down and you die, or rather cease to exist. Mar 20 I've decided to write once a month as to not have to endure such horrific punishment. I have found that removers well take away you. You no longer are a person only a memory that will soon be taken away. The S.S stands for street scouts if anyone tries to escape the legs are shot and they endure the execution. 3 noble-men were NOBODIED yesterday NOBODIED is a term used to say no one exist anymore. See the irony noble-men are supposed to be noble if they aren't noble to the world they often are executed. Very few have a trial of wish-taker. Usally the wish-taker is for those who speak against tbe world. If they dont stop trying to end the world they are NOBODIED. Ive also seen that men and women are separated in multiple buildings never together. No one knows how humans still exist supposedly a cloning like process. Except no two people are alike. One man walter had a twin halter whom went missing yesterday never found. I also theorized. When i prick my finger it heals leaving a little white dot. But i only did my pointer finger. All my fingers are splotchy. What if we have done this before over and over. The world is a computer so it reads binary maybe its trying to make us a computer doing the same things over and over again. April 22 I wondered what happens on the outside I also see someone daily howie i think he spoke to me the other day. He said" i know you want out, i know what you want, you crave freedom and to know why and what. All the info in the actual earth has been altered to what the fake world wants, dont let it alter you to what a fake world wants." He whisperd to me before running away. I believe he wants to make a daring escape with me. Today like eveyday is BAD DAY whatever that means, the world constantly yells that everyday. The chef i believe who was called dave often hummed himself to not listen to the world. He was in on the howie and me escape plan that i didn't want a part of. May 23 I told howie i didn't want a part of it. Now i cant speak of him or dave. They made it to the streets of the world but were shot by the S.S they unfortunately were NOBODIED if i even speak there name i could get NOBODIED. The world is awful though they allowed me a note that was passed through dave's freind al to me. It read "Austin its amazing we saw a sandwich shop, a lab, a neighborhood we saw what the world really is a beautiful place were people could be and not be under constant surveillance. No orders we could be for an hour and a half. Please Austin for us remember us and don't be a part of a fake world." A feeling of guilt rushed over me but more importantly. How did this note get to al he was never outside. I wonder if one of thr S.S or removers feels the same way we did. It would help as an advantage. June 23. The world yelled something odd "Half way to BAD YEAR" i dont even know what a BAD DAY is. Its meaningless because everyday is a bad day. I cant help but think there must be some way i could be a free man or just be me. This what i am doing is not me. I want to help those who have physical and metal problems not shave off all of there hair and tattoo UNABLE or DUNCE. Though they have it easy. They aren't executed the same way we are they just get NOBODIED without the helmets they just die. They have it good. That is all i must say today. Im beginning to believe that the world is on to me they assigned some remover to gaurd me. I must not speak their on to me. July 23 I cant go on like this. Im always watched im sick but not really reason begins to not have sense and meaning has no meaning. It seems that all my freinds were NOBODIED and i cant even mourn their death. If i do i end up like them this is torture but what did i do wrong why am always wrong. Even if im right im wrong. Nothing anyone says is right its all wrong. August 30 There on to me i can no longer trust any one. They are remover if i had the chance they would be dead. But so will i i cant let this happen. I've lost my mind i have an evil urge. But its ok everyone is evil anyway. Hossman is a spokesman he gathered everyone in a room and everything was chaos. "WHO IS YOUR GOD!" In which everyone replied" THE WORLD!" It went on like this for awhile. "WHO ARE YOU!" "THE WORLD" "WHO AM I!" "THE WORLD" hossman picked up a book. "WHAT IS THIS!" "NOTHING!" "WHAT IS ITS PURPOSE!" " TO END THE WORLD!" I didn't agree with any of this. "AND DO WE WANT THE END OF THE WORLD!?" "NO!" "BECAUSE WE ARE!" "THE WORLD!" Everyone was crazy they just went with what was going on. Its just such evil. November 23 The world said that today isn't BAD DAY anymore, today is BAD WEEK. I no longer feel safe i feel like a fool in a room of judges that are nothing but eyes. Which isn't far from the truth though there are no real monsters in the world i feel that we are but a joke and the pun is on us. I feel terrible like soon i will die but im already dead. Its really an awful feeling. December 1 Its no loger BAD DAY its no longer BAD WEEK. today is BAD MONTH. As if today isn't like every single day i feel the need for freedom. No i crave it the door is just right there. Everyday i look at it i could just run out. December 31. Today is BAD YEAR the spokesman already wrangled everyone in chanting world. But i sat sad and alone. No one feels for freedom. Only order they dont feel for themselves only the world. Right now i have in my hands a blue pill im supposed to take at 11:55 tonight. Its already 11:54. I will hide this note under my bed i dont know what will happen tomorrow. Jan 1 I am but a fable of non-stop orders. I dont remember what happened yesterday only.... I stepped on a little book on the ground. And read it. It made no sense it was rambles. The cams on the ceiling saw and red lights and alarms blarred i was escorted by people in skull mask who call themselves removers. I was placed under interrogation. They discussed rather i am to be put in something called wish-taker or execution. I was placed soon in a theater. Where i had so much taken away from me the thing that calls itself the world spoke to me. "You and her, you and him are not me you are not the world you are vessel controlled by ignorance and stubborness you are" " I AM AUSTIN VAKMOON I WILL NOT OBEY YOU!" "you are?" "I...i am."....."i am the world."

Story is told by mr. gardwell

Inti


mr. gardwell, yes I am. The one I have here and my novel on wattpad too.

mr. gardwell


Inti, will do. You making any stories?

Inti


But I must say this that there's a lot of typos. You should reread it before posting. It's just a friendly suggestion though.

Inti


What are you really? I'm out of words. This one is just extraordinary. And you're really amazing. I mean it. I really loved this story. It's just so messed up.

mr. gardwell


Few things the title is still called year 01 because binary The spokesman in the beginning was NOBODIED because he used the word god. The world(101) doesn't like religion as it doesnt understand it Austin is able's child. I added a lot of full names so you could have some sort of context of character. And Austin is still alive for now unless you make a story otherwise.

mr. gardwell


1 this is dystopian horror story its different from the cosmic horror story i usually do. I wanted to do something realistic. 2 i wanted to make an open platform so if anyone wanted they could make a character of any job or anything and make a story themselves about this dystopian.