by Mikayla Lane
Cin almost felt sorry for the cannon fodder, who were dumb enough to believe they were fighting against the system when in reality, they were the engine keeping the corrupt system running. Without their idiocy, the elite would have no foot soldiers for their takeover.
Lanie didn’t feel sorry for them. She hated the idiots and spent several minutes arguing why they should all be destroyed based on her personal experiences with Jason and those like him. She had no sympathy for those who so easily committed horrible acts against their neighbors, communities, and even family because of their delusions of superiority.
Cin laughed, shook his head, and explained that the cannon fodder had no idea that even if they somehow survived an uprising, they would be the first killed by the elite. There was no place in the Great Reset of the New World Order for those who wouldn’t be slaves to enrich the elite's lives.
Lanie was feeling overwhelmed though she already knew most of what Cin had told her. Hearing the truth all put together along with what she knew of Cin’s future made it seem all too real, and the danger humanity faced was terrifying.
“That’s the reason for the big push for depopulation, isn’t it?” Lanie asked. “These bastards know that they are so few that if the people rose against them, they would be destroyed.”
“That’s exactly right.” Cin smiled at how intelligent Lanie was and continued. “But they aren’t without their own resources. They rely on their hierarchy to keep people from seeing their involvement and fighting against them. The elite are the puppet masters, the overlords behind the minions who help further their enslavement and depopulation agenda. The cannon fodder answer to the minions.”
Lanie nodded her head in understanding. “People are so busy looking at the animals who burned down their life’s work, and they don’t see the local officials letting it happen. Much less the state and government bureaucrats who are egging it on. Even if the people see past them, they’re still a few more layers of minions to get through before you get close to the real evil behind all of it. How many have you gotten rid of?”
“Not as many as I need to. A lack of information handicaps me, and the minion numbers are increasing rapidly as the elite ramp up their efforts for the end game. Some of the minions are unhinged and just as dangerous as the elite. They have to be neutralized as well,” Cin sighed and relaxed back into the chair.
“What do you mean? How many more minions can there be?” Lanie asked.
She was shocked that someone as powerful as Cindrac would be struggling against the elite. Lanie saw what he was capable of when they were on Raider’s Moon, and she couldn’t imagine much that would stop him.
“Hundreds by the end of the day, to be honest.” Cin stunned Lanie. “Think about it. Their plan has always been to create as much division as possible among the general population to keep people from noticing their rights, homes, and businesses getting stripped from them.”
“The rich getting richer while the poor get poorer.” Lanie had heard the adage her whole life and knew it to be true.
“Exactly!” Cin agreed. “The only thing taught these days is that greed and jealousy are good, caring only for yourself is admirable, and screwing over anyone you disagree with is justice. For the time being, the elite are letting people get away with whatever they want with no consequences, and that gets the elite more fools and depraved psychopaths by the day. All of which make great cannon fodder, but again, some are very dangerous and have to be killed like the elite.”
“I get it,” Lanie nodded sadly. “Why didn’t you just go back and kill all the overlord bastards?”
“I tried,” Cin snorted and shook his head at the memories. “It was a disaster. The further you go back, the easier it is to make a change that will drastically alter the future of not just the Earth, but the universe negatively.”
Lanie shook her head, wondering if she heard right. “The universe? What does that have to do with Earth’s future?”
Cin leaned forward. “Say I went back in time to kill the elite when the Draconians first got here. There are also Hyperboreans here, and I don’t know which is which. I could possibly kill the wrong group and enslave humanity centuries earlier. There are many pitfalls that could set back our evolutionary, industrial, and technological advancement by centuries, maybe millennia. I could even annihilate us. All of which impacts the universe. I’ve found that the safest time to come back is between 1950 and 2001.”
“Oh, wow.” Lanie struggled to think of the ramifications of such a thing. “It’s a lot more complicated than I thought. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you to try and figure it all out.”
“There is an incalculable number of things that can go wrong,” Cin admitted. “It would take millennia to try and go back without major changes, but we don’t have that kind of time before the elite force the Great Reset on humanity.”
Lanie curled her feet beneath her and set her empty coffee cup on the table. “That’s why you’re using the forums. To make people wake up to the constant lies fed to them and to fight back against the evil.”
“The people are the only chance Earth has of winning this battle against the elite and the Great Reset planned for humankind. We could kill all of the elite, but sooner or later, others would take their place. The people have to wake up and permanently eradicate the threat before it’s too late. Before they’re medicated, indoctrinated, chipped, and led to their slaughter.” Cin hated to admit how dire the situation was but refused to lie to Lanie.
Chapter Twenty
Lanie’s mind was swimming with information, and she finally realized that she was processing everything much faster than usual. Running the events of the last few days over again, Lanie believed she knew what was happening.
Hiding her trembling hands in her lap, Lanie looked at Cin. “The nanites are expanding my brain or something, aren’t they? Or is it the sand dragon blood and the shaman bread changing me?”
“All of the above,” Cin admitted with a gentle smile. “I can stop the nanites if you prefer, but you said you wanted to help, and you need to understand what we’re up against if you do. As you said, the complexity of the truth is hard to fathom, much less comprehend.”
Lanie nodded in understanding. “I’m OK with the nanites, and I do want to learn everything I can. So, where do we start? Actually, where do I start?”
Cin turned on the large TV with a wave of his hand and opened up a dozen different screens within it. Information and websites immediately populated the various windows, and Lanie started reading.
“These are your forums, and some others I’ve been on that are similar to the ones you run.” Lanie stood to look more closely.
“I own and operate all of them.” Cin didn’t take his eyes off the screens as information, and new threads started to appear.
Lanie watched while the data regarding the faulty gas valves was posted in a thread. Other posts followed, carefully tying the valves in with the Senator and her family's deaths and dozens more innocent families across the country.
“You’re providing people with the proof!” Lanie was impressed until she realized how this was going to work. “Next, the FBI will lie through their teeth and call the truth a conspiracy theory. None of the major news networks will even bother to investigate it because their elite overlords write their daily scripts. As usual, most people will never even see the truth because social media will delete it before it can spread and ban anyone who posts it. It’s rather demoralizing.”
“See, that’s what they want. The elite wants us to be demoralized enough to stop fighting and give up. The fact that no one is holding the elite and their minions accountable makes people feel like we have no chance to fight back. That the rules don’t apply to the elite, and it’s not true.” Cin was adamant that if the people could be shown enough of the truth, they would be the Earth’s greatest weapon against the elite trash trying to enslave everyone.
They spent the rest of the afternoon in a lively conv
ersation while Cin showed Lanie how he opened up the masses to the truth of what was going on around them.
Lanie even logged into her forum accounts that didn’t belong to Cin and spread the information, linking back to Cin’s websites to raise his traffic and awareness.
By the afternoon, with no more word from the FBI, Lanie began to relax and enjoy engaging with other open-minded people on the forum when several odd posters started popping up in the threads.
“Cin, what’s the highlight on these guys for?” Lanie gestured to the posters and their responses that were lit up in green.
“Glowies.” Cin grinned. “They’re from the government. Deep state trash trying to derail, subvert, and suppress the truth for their elite bosses.”
Lanie laughed. “That’s how you know who they are? You make them glow? That’s too funny. I always wondered why the people on the forum called others glowies and how someone always knew when they showed up and outed them as feds.”
“If you have a certain browser and extensions, it glows for the other forum members as well.” Cin showed her the right ones to use.
“I bet you drive them crazy!” Lanie laughed at how easily Cin could render the deep state government agents impotent.
Cin stood and stretched. “They’ve had a lot of meetings on what to do about my websites and others like them. The problem the deep state has is that most posters and forum members are anonymous and aren’t susceptible to their bait and bullshit.”
“People not only call out the Fed posters, but they also eviscerate them over what traitors they are. They got easy to spot when I realized they’re the ones always pushing people into violence,” Lanie chuckled about it. “I think most days see the glowies being demoralized rather than your average person.”
Cin laughed and headed into the kitchen. “Yeah, I’ve heard about a suicide or few among the CIA and FBI ranks over what they’ve done. What angers me is that if they were willing to die, they should have gone out as whistleblowers. Tell the people the truth, and his coworkers will suicide the person instead of offing himself. At least they could go out as heroes instead of traitorous garbage.”
Lanie followed Cin into the kitchen and placed the items on the counter that he handed her from the fridge. It didn’t take long to see they were having sandwiches or salad, and she got the cutting board from the dishwasher.
“What’s your next move?” Lanie started chopping one half of an onion and slicing the rest.
“Fact-finding, targeted assassinations, waking people up to the truth and lies around them. They have to learn to stand together and fight back as one people. Each country must do this, or they will fall to the elite and be used against those who resist,” Cin shrugged and smiled. “Same thing every day.”
Lanie put the onions aside and accepted a tomato from Cin. “What about the alien law officers, elves, and the others? When do you work with them again?”
“I don’t.” Cin went into the pantry, got the bread, and set it on the counter before looking at Lanie. “The only time I get involved is if it benefits Earth in some way, helps a friend, or will help keep the balance in the war against the Consortium.”
Lanie chuckled. “Wow, that’s a lot of exclusions for someone who doesn’t get involved.”
They finished making lunch and were seated in the living room in front of the TV when Lanie started picking at her salad. Finding her courage, she looked at Cin.
“How did you meet the elves and the others? Do they help you here with Earth stuff? Why can’t LAW come and arrest the elite?” The questions wouldn’t stop running through Lanie’s mind as she continued to assimilate the information she was learning.
Cin put the remainder of his sandwich on his plate and stood, taking it into the kitchen. Lanie wondered if she’d somehow gone too far when Cin came back in the living room with a fresh cup of coffee for each of them.
“I’ve gone to LAW, asking for help to defeat the elite and bring Earth into the League.” Cin sat heavily in his chair. “They can’t do anything until the majority of the population wakes up and fights back. Right now, there are far too many people that willingly remain blind to the truth. Any intervention on the part of LAW would be met with violence from those who don’t or won’t see what’s happening or can’t handle the truth. The death rate would be catastrophic and would only solidify the hold the elite has on the population.”
“I’ve heard about a scenario like that on one of the forums,” Lanie admitted. “The elite’s Hail Mary would be to fake an alien attack or something to force all people, in all nations, to allow the formation of a one-world government to fight an invasion. That’s supposed to be the death knell for freedom, and the elite will use their advanced weapons, stolen from crashed UFOs to genocide huge swaths of the population and blame it on the aliens.”
“The main targets will be those they fear will fight back. Social media and the search engine giants are cataloging everyone for exactly that purpose.” Cin’s words sent a chill up Lanie’s spine. “It’s why they’re allowed to violate the free speech rights of others. Why else do you think they get away with it, and no one in the government is holding them accountable? Besides, that’s also their plan if the emissary returns. They want people to believe the emissary and his host are the bad guys.”
“It’s all true? It’s not just a conspiracy?” Lanie wanted to be shocked, but she’d used up her quota of disbelief over the last few days.
If Cin told her Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny were real, Lanie would have a tough time believing otherwise after all that she’d seen recently.
“That and much more is true, and time is running out. A dark winter is on the horizon, and if something isn’t done soon, our chances of winning against the elite get drastically slimmer.” Cin hated to admit it.
Even so, he wasn’t about to tell Lanie that if that happened, Cin would go back in time and keep making changes until there was a future without the elite.
If he did go back, Cin would also make sure to save Lanie from her eleven-year hell of suffering at the hands of Jason McMaster and his family.
“Tell me what’s going on,” Lanie urged, terrified to know the whole scope of things but trembling at the thought of being in the dark any longer.
Cin rubbed his hands down his face and sighed heavily. Figuring he’d better start with more recent events, Cin explained that world leaders had been selling people out to the Chinese communist party for decades. It’s why China became the superpower of manufacturing.
This plan worked for the elites for the slave labor to make their products while selling said product with a one thousand percent or more markup. It was also the set up for the financial downfall of the world governments while the elite and China raked in the money.
Throughout this time, economies worldwide were left in ruins, unemployment was high, the cost of living was outrageous, and taxes were out of control. The middle class was getting decimated while the elite and their minions made bank off them. All while the governments seized more power and freedom from an increasingly hopeless and distracted population.
Cin explained that since the elite had no minions or pawns in China, and because of the communist regime, they couldn’t get a foothold in the country. They needed someone to take them out and, at the same time, destabilize everything.
To accomplish this goal, the elite urged the world governments to become heavily indebted to China, and some, like Canada, have even allowed Chinese troops on their soil. While the Chinese military believes that they’re preparing for a world takeover, their president has bribe money from the elites in hidden accounts all over the world and is setting them up for ruin.
Cin elaborated on world governments that made further strides than others in implementing the elite plan, like England, Canada, and Germany. They were being used as the launching pad for civil war in multiple countries to bring them to heel.
The elite had been paying agitators for years to ensure the war isn’t
against the elite or their minions, but innocents against innocent. Cin snorted at the ignorance of the brainwashed that were rushing headlong into their own genocide and slavery.
“The burning down of small businesses, endless lockdowns, and tyrannical local and state governments,” Lanie said with a nod. “The little people are losing everything while the rich have obscenely enriched their coffers by killing all their competition. I read somewhere that the richest had accrued another trillion dollars since the lockdowns started, and tens of thousands of small businesses had to close their doors permanently.”
“Exactly,” Cin agreed. “While this has been happening, the Chinese, who own hundreds of local, state, and federal politicians in North America, have been encouraging the arrest of law-abiding citizens and allowing violent paid extremists to burn everything down around them with no consequences.”
“That’s why they want everyone disarmed. The elite doesn’t want anyone to fight back.” Lanie suddenly remembered something she’d read. “Didn’t Canada just ban long guns?”
Cin nodded his head sadly. “The elite don’t want anyone to fight back against the Chinese invasion. They need people to be terrified enough to allow a global government to defeat them. It all starts here in the United States and is spreading to the rest of the world.”
“Here?” Lanie didn’t think Cin could shock her anymore, but he did.
“The elite are calling it a Dark Winter after a CIA outbreak simulation done in 2001. They’ll claim another false outbreak and lock down the world. This time they’ll take out anything independent or free-thinking on the internet, so all that’s left is their propaganda. The elite paid agitators will also ramp up their attacks on regular citizens. Depending on who is president, it will start the next civil war, or the population will be disarmed and handed over to the elite with a bow.” Cin tried to wipe the memories of the senseless deaths from his mind. “If it goes to civil war, while the country is infighting, the Chinese military will cross over from the north, aided and abetted by local, state, and government officials.”