by Mikayla Lane
“Oh, my God!” Lanie ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “I can understand everything so far, except for the motivation of these people to betray their own! Friends, neighbors, families, and their country. For what? Money? I can’t get my head around that.”
“It’s not just money. It’s power.” Cin stressed the last. “Power gives them all a get out of jail free card and immunity from the sickest and most depraved of acts. When was the last time you heard of a politician or their family being held accountable for their multitude of crimes?”
Lanie stood and headed into the kitchen, trying to remember anything while she grabbed the coffee pot. Heading back into the living room, she refreshed Cin’s cup and her own before leaving the carafe on the table.
“Part of that problem is that almost every news network worldwide is bought and paid for by the elite. The only real news anyone can get is independent networks, citizen journalists, or forums like yours. If they shut everything down, people will lose the ability to organize.” Lanie couldn’t believe she’d never put all this together before now.
“That’s why the elite has to act,” Cin explained. “They made a mistake and went too far too fast in their plan to take over and enslave us. The same technology they’ve been using to spy on us and turn us against one another has been turned back on them. Too many of their lower minions have been going down for their crimes because of their stupidity and greed, and evidence is getting linked back to the elite. Citizen journalists are also popping up all over, and unlike the treasonous whores you see on the MSM, the citizens have integrity. The elite has to cut the people’s ability to find out the truth and fight back.”
Lanie’s eyes grew wide. “I’ve read about some of that before the stories were memory-holed or deleted from every big tech platform. That’s one of the reasons the elite have been buying judge seats all over the country. To get their minions off from their crimes.”
Cin explained that it epitomized the gap between the elite, their minions, and the slave class. Worse, it completely demoralized the good, lawful people when they saw the minions getting away with literal murders and child rape, but if they try to go to church or a synagogue, they get thrown in jail.
All of this, after years of being subjected to a significant distortion of justice between the elite, their minions, and regular people. The elite knew that some people had already begun to accept feeling helpless as normal, but it hadn’t spread as well as expected in the United States.
The lockdowns were meant to wear down any remaining resistance and drive home that feeling of acceptance to those who questioned nothing rather than do something about it. If the people weren’t accepting enough of their dictates, here comes another lockdown. Try to organize a protest, another lockdown. Want to go to Church? Another lockdown.
Cin snorted and shook his head. “All of which leads to the horrors of my time. While society slowly becomes enslaved during these times, the elite continues to inbreed among one another. Each of their generations become more and more depraved and mentally unhinged than the last. Darkness and true evil are what rule in my time. The actions of the elite bring about the return of the demons they worship, and they live inside them.”
“Is it true that the elite keep pushing people to get DNA tests to find more of their own to breed with and keep the others on a list for slavery or death?” Lanie felt like she needed a shower for even asking, but it made sense.
“Yes,” Cin admitted. “I discovered the information a few years ago, and I’ve been trying to warn people against it.”
Lanie was shaken to her core and physically trembled, not wanting to know more about a future she didn’t want to see come to fruition.
“What can we do to stop this? What’s the next phase that we can do something about?” Lanie was desperate to prevent a future that even terrified a man as strong as Cindrac.
Cin could tell Lanie was scared and moved to sit beside her on the couch. Smiling gently, Cin patted her hand. “Don’t start feeling hopeless. It only feeds the negative energy the bottom-feeding bastards love.”
Lanie shook her head and stood to pace the room. “I’m not feeling hopeless. I’m pissed off. I can’t believe I never put any of this together before! How can people be so blind to what’s happening to us? It’s right in our faces. They aren’t even hiding it. The World Economic Forum has the Great Reset scam on their website! With someone proudly proclaiming they own nothing and have zero, but they’re thrilled with having their every move spied on and directed by someone else! Nobody is smart enough to notice that the people are the only ones expected to go along with this, not the elite or their minions. Your social media giant or propaganda news personality won’t be giving up a damn thing, only the regular people. Everything you’re not allowed to own will belong to them.”
Lanie turned to Cin in horror. “That’s why the next ten years are so important! The website says the elite want it implemented by 2030.”
Cin nodded and explained the elite’s next move was to foment more unrest around the world until civil war started around the globe. Most important to the elite were the countries, like America, that had been resistant to the elite plans to revoke their freedom and enslave them.
With the local, state, and government minions allowing Chinese soldiers to infiltrate and take out the fighters on both sides of the civil war, no one would be left but civilians. The fall of America would be what demoralized the rest of the world, which were further along in their enslavement than the United States.
The theory was that since the rest of the world was disarmed, for the most part, if a heavily armed citizenry like the United States can be destroyed, then what chance did they have? This point is where the Great Reset would come about. The final and most evil plan.
Cin explained the elite would start their already formed New World Order to defeat the Chinese takeover, and the people will willingly agree to it out of fear. From there, they’ll use the excuse of rooting out Chinese supporters to kill anyone who could or would fight back based on the information cataloged through their social media.
Cin went on to tell Lanie that the people would be told the wars will cost more money than the countries have because everyone owes China money, and their economies are decimated because of a virus less lethal than the common flu.
The people will be convinced that if they give up ownership of all their belongings, including their children, they will come out of the wars debt-free with a universal basic income and free everything.
“Let me guess,” Lanie said sarcastically. “The people never get anything back, and the enslavement only deepens.”
“Well, for decades, lies about the wars are all that’s spewed through the propaganda news outlets.” Cin honestly felt sorry for those who were so ignorant but would never forgive them for it. “Fear, hatred, and lies are ramped up until the public is emotionally, psychologically, and morally exhausted. Those who could help them fight back were killed first, and all that remains are the sheep to the slaughter.”
Lanie shivered in fear. “It’s so unspeakably evil that it’s hard to believe it's real.”
“That’s why they’ve been able to get away with it for so long,” Cin admitted. “That and the constant distractions when anyone gets close to the truth. Those are the stories, mostly unprovable lies thrown out to distract people from the more important ones, while big tech and the mainstream propaganda news bury anything resembling the truth. It’s a worldwide psychological operation, and people are falling for it.”
“The purges from social media.” Lanie, like most who paid attention, had seen it happen. “Anyone who doesn’t tow the elite party line is getting silenced. They’ve successfully got us fighting one another instead of them. Humanity needs to band together to destroy the elite and their minions and free the world. We need a worldwide Independence Day.”
Cin looked outside and saw the sun was beginning to set. Standing, he reached out a hand to Lanie, wh
o immediately took it.
“Again, that’s only the future if it goes to civil war. If not, treasonous bureaucrats will hand America over to the elite. Granted, every day, the future changes. But at this point, war is coming. Enough of that for now. The sun is setting,” Cin said on the way to the french doors to the deck. “I try not to miss the rise or set. In my time, the sunrise was something to dread. It meant another day of being alive while the setting was always a hope that it would be your last.”
Cin followed Lanie out the door and watched the sunset in silence, allowing her the time to try and clear her head and think about what she was asking to help him do. It was the perfect opportunity for Lanie to change her mind, but somehow Cin knew that wouldn’t happen.
There was a reason the dragon’s blood and shaman bread decided to bless Lanie with their gifts, and Cin saw it as a sign from the One God that Lanie needed to be a part of this battle for humankind.
The thought of enhancing Lanie beyond her armor and weapons systems crossed Cin’s mind for a moment before memories of Loquan quickly ended the idea.
He knew his codes and nanites were solid, but Cin didn’t want to take a chance that something might go wrong, and he’d have to kill her. Lanie had come to mean too much to him for Cin to let anything happen to her.
For the first time in his long existence, Cindrac dared to hope that the One God was blessing him with Lanie. Finding a companion had been a secret desire of Cin’s for a long time, and he was terrified Lanie would be that person and scared she wouldn’t. The emotions around it all were new and foreign to him.
“How many times have you had to go back in time? How many times has humanity failed themselves and let this happen?” Lanie surprised Cin by asking.
“This is the seventh time.” Cin focused on the setting sun and not the horror on Lanie’s face. “Everyone could wake up tomorrow, and except for those sensitive to the energy, no one would ever know I changed it all again.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Cin’s admission had floored Lanie, who had suspected he’d gone back at least a couple of times but never expected him to say he tried to save humanity seven times. Refusing to feel defeated when she’d only just entered this silent war, Lanie pulled her shoulders back and faced Cin.
“Did we meet in each of those times?” Lanie smiled, trying to be playful.
“No.” Cin shook his head. “This is the first. I have to be careful about going back because it causes an effect that’s difficult to explain. A lot of people have noticed it and call it the Mandela Effect.”
“Wait, you mean where people talk about how they remember certain things from the past, but they’re different now? Are those changes you’ve made?” Lanie was stunned.
She had heard of the effect before but assumed it was only people misremembering things even though Lanie also recalled some things differently than they are now. Many weird little things that didn’t seem to matter much.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Cin said with a smile. “It’s usually minor things that change. Like some people remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison. In this changed timeline, he got out of prison, became a president, and lived for thirty years before his death.”
Cin wasn’t sure how much the effect would have had on Lanie. It was different for each person depending on their level of awakening and the depth of their chemical poisoning.
“I watched a movie on the Mandela effect and was surprised to find out how many things I remember differently. As you said, it’s all minor stuff like brand name logos being different or author names on a favorite children’s book about bears. What’s so bad about that?” Lanie didn’t see the harm in such changes to their timeline.
From what she’d read, most of those who’d found out about the effect didn’t seem too bothered by it, and it appeared to be a harmless phenomenon.
Cin shook his head and explained that those minor changes were only the ones people noticed. There were millions of other differences that people didn’t realize were occurring. With each change, no matter how small, there was the risk of creating a catastrophic event.
Cin didn’t want Lanie to think that playing with time wasn’t a serious undertaking. There were many dangers to it that had to be thoroughly calculated each time Cin went back. Even with the processing power of his nanites and AI, Cin couldn’t go through all the possibilities.
Lanie nodded but knew she didn’t grasp the true complexity of it all. Wanting to move on to something she did understand and could do something about, Lanie gestured to the TV screen in the living room.
“What’s next on the elite agenda that we can help stop?” Lanie asked.
“A lot is going on at one time that we need to keep an eye on and assist in awakening the people. One of the worst the elite are pushing hard is a vaccine.” Cin suppressed a shiver at the thought of it.
Lanie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong with a vaccine? Even if you don’t believe in the seriousness of the virus, what’s wrong with preventing it?”
“It’s not designed to prevent or cure anything. It was made to chemically kill the ‘God’ center in your brain that the elite suspect allows people to believe in a higher power and mystical things.” Cin’s words made Lanie feel sick to her stomach.
“Why would they do such a thing?” Lanie couldn’t fathom a purpose to it. “Why kill God?”
Cin shook his head in disgust. “The original scientists thought it would curb religious extremism that they felt caused terrorism. Then the elite figured out it was a great way to destroy the morality usually imparted onto people through religion.”
The broader implications sickened Lanie. “They can do whatever they want if people don’t see what they’re doing is wrong. It would also destroy the hope imparted to people in their religious texts.”
“Exactly!” Cin spat angrily. “The worst part is that when the Emissary comes back, no one will believe it or care and will turn away, forever enslaving themselves to the elite and damning their souls to the dark evil the elite worship.”
Lanie’s mind whirled with the information, and dread formed in the pit of her stomach. She sank into a deck chair and looked up at Cin.
“Was that God gene killing crap in Covid?” The thought horrified Lanie. “Is that why they shut down all places of worship but allowed big box stores to stay open and packed with people? Were they testing to see if it worked and if the people would care that their places of worship were closed?”
Cin shook his head. “I honestly don’t know, but I’m actively trying to find out. The paranoia of the communist regime in China makes it impossible to access certain databases of information. They leave them unconnected to any network with access to the web or any system connected to the internet. The elite does the same to prevent hackers from getting into their shit.”
“If the first round doesn’t work, that would explain why that tech bastard who can’t keep a virus out of his software said that we’d need multiple vaccines to completely protect society against the virus,” Lanie pondered aloud.
“It’s also for the first generation of kill switches,” Cin admitted. “But it doesn’t work as they’d anticipated, and people will go through half a dozen injections of new chips before they get it right.”
Lanie’s brain couldn’t take any more of this dark talk and the horror scenario forming in her mind with each new piece of information she processed. Looking up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, Lanie could understand why Cin enjoyed seeing the marvels of this time when the one he came from was so evil.
“Are you hungry?” Cin asked.
“Yeah, for a glass of wine and good a drunk,” Lanie admitted with a chuckle.
“Come with me,” Cin gestured inside the house and went into the kitchen.
Curiosity had Lanie get out of her chair and follow Cin inside, where he opened up the cabinets above the stove. Her mouth dropped open at the array of liquor and wines stacked neatly inside.
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nbsp; “Red or white?” Cin asked.
“White,” Lanie said without thinking.
“Dry or sweet?”
Lanie chuckled at him. “In-between.”
Cin rummaged through the bottles before pulling one down. He looked at it briefly and smiled when he read the label. Moving to a drawer next to the sink, Cin grabbed the corkscrew and opened it. He set it on the counter to let it breathe and went back to the cabinet to retrieve a bold, dry red for himself.
With both bottles breathing on the counter, Cin went through the fridge and set a dozen items beside the wine. There was such a bizarre assembly of food that Lanie couldn’t begin to imagine what Cin thought to make with it all.
Twenty minutes later, they were sitting across the counter from one another sipping wine and eating half a dozen different hors d’oeuvres. Cin was joking with her about her music tastes when a warning went off in his head.
“The Sheriff is coming,” Cin warned her. “Don’t worry. We’re not in any trouble. He just wants to check on things and tell us the FBI, ATF, media, and just about everyone else is finally leaving town.”
Lanie smiled sadly and shook her head. “It’s got to suck, never being surprised by anything.”
Cin headed to the front door. “When every second of your existence is watched and ruled by someone else, the knowledge of what’s happening, and the power to change it is awe-inspiring.”
Lanie was trying to think of what it must have been like for Cindrac when the sheriff came barreling through the front door and into the kitchen. Seeing the two wine bottles, Robbie grabbed the red and chugged it down.
Cin closed the door and returned to the bar in time to see Robbie finish the bottle and set it down. Leaning both hands against the counter, Robbie glared at Cin.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Robbie accused half-heartedly. “The feds are all leaving, and we dodged a damn nightmare. What the hell were you thinking, killing a sitting Senator and her whole fucking family?” Robbie waved his hand to silence Cin. “Don’t give me the valves shit, which is another cluster fuck to deal with. And as beautiful as your girl is, no offense Lanie, she’s not it either. What the hell is going on?”