Jagen Robertsson part II

In the underground cloisters of an old cathedral to the god of Light, a small group of anti-government rebels waged a fight for truth. People were dying because of the structures which were appearing around the planet, governments were attempting to keep things quiet, understanding only that the technology to deliver these monoliths was far in advance of current understanding and as such could only contain mysteries worth killing for. From his point of view this thinking was muddle-headed, but Jagen Robertsson had been privileged enough to be shown a glimpse of where these structures had come from. An advanced past long forgotten, or a future yet to be? The confusion of the vision was unclear, but a drive to unravel its secrets had become all consuming.

Clarion: Prologue

He remembered his name; Travis. Memories of his capture and interrogation were fresh in his mind. He awoke, restrained and unable to move. The world was a washed out lifeless white, the heat of his surroundings unbearable. The old generations believed in heaven and hell. Wasn’t this meant to be heaven? He was confused, if this was heaven, what would hell be like? He had a feeling of foreboding, he was about to find out.


Jagen Robertsson part I

The western most island of the Scandinavgrupp, Fastvatn, had been quarantined, rumour was that it was volcanic or seismic activity which had moved the government to enforce a military perimeter, but there were other stories. One of those stories was his, the true story, the factually accurate story. How did he know this? Because he had been there.

Staring at his remote deck, he unplugged from his encoded link on the public network and folded it into a small tablet no bigger than his hand, he unhooked the physical scrambler unit from it and stowed it in one of the many small pockets in his jacket, his deck he slid into another. He had little time, he had to move. It didn’t matter how good his obfuscation was, it would only slow the government down for so long. So far that time had been his escape window, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

He rose from his seat and exited the cubical. The holographic figure in the corner continued to dance erotically, the music thumped a rhythmic beat, the pink and blue neon lighting flashed out as the door to the room closed behind him. The corridor was as dark as his future had become. But truth often lurked in shadows.

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