Chapter one- I ain't happy, feelin glad


How do I explain it? Computer paradise? Perhaps a war zone beyond comprehension, where gangs run free and the siht of a woman's breasts was not uncommon in the hub. Most would hear that and either think one of 2 things- either
"they join it with open arms and preverted mind, or they reject it and leave it behnd" I said to my self sitting on top of my post for the Trols.
I don't live here by choice, but by force, by the gods who call them selves INNovaton, they call it paradise, yet we lie in cryo-tubes held by this computer reality they call the inter. the IP
The music came on, the anthem of the trols, I garbed my rifle made of pixels, your sight gets used to it, it becomes reality. Even though I know its not
"I ain't happy, I'm feelin' glad" the message said
I took aim
"I got sunshine in a bag"
I pulled back he bolt and pushed in the bullet
"I'm useless, but not for long"
I squeezed the trigger the gun aimed at the head of one of the leaders for this protocol.
"the future is coming on"
"is coming on,is coming on, is coming on"
The bullet flied. the fire escaped by barrel like a dragons breath, fire streaked by mask and the turrets released their fumes, I jumped in a swan dive as the blood hit the mans head splattering his wife's pink dress their wheeless cart halted as the bullet hit, each bit of his brain caused a bit of speed to be dropped, and my dropping speed increased as I turned on my boots causing the world to be modified for me not to take damage when i fall. I slammed by rifle on the ground it broke all except for a few parts, I pulled up the remains, an SMG formed I sprayed into the crowd, each life was useless to me, I was setting them free from this prison that enslaved them Only the true sane would find this place comforting. Only the mad would want them all to be free with death, some will wake up in the cold , some will survive, some with escape to the surface and even fewer will find their way to civilization, if it even exists. The Hub guard ran up and sprayed down my rebellion with pacifist gas, y mask burned it like a fuel, giving me more power for my gun to shoot down guilty and innocent alike. Death? perhaps, freedom garenteed. The glass broke, the dome cam crashing down, the sky became white, each living man woman and child that had never seen it denigrated into the new life, but the trols have seen it, the guard have seen it, the revolution was victorious? perhaps not, perhaps this is all a facade for the truth, I know I'm dead, I could never wake up, never feel the sunlight, but I can feel its warmth like a mother on its child, even though all i know are cold hard pixels of this computer paradise. This place of war I hope to see fall
For every planet we reach is dead, And I have created one more for us to find

-favorite for this to become a full on series