I awakened slowly in the unfamiliar bed as vague aches and dull pains began to express themselves through my 70 year old body. It was my nerves responding to the cascade of hormones that created consciousness. I was almost awake but my muscles felt heavy like the lead acid battery I had carried from my dad’s car long ago…long ago, I was a kid then. I pulled the damp cold sheet, I reflexly clutched in my stiff right hand, up to cover my head and shield my naked scalp from the moisture in the damp earthen scented air; but, the cloth was tucked too tightly under the foot of the hard metal frame forming the strange narrow bed, I lay upon. I never tucked sheets under the foot of my soft bed as they bent my toes in an unnatural posture causing me pain. With that thought and a tragically slow growing awareness, I recalled that I was not home and that the groggy sleep I was struggling to overcome was not natural. If only I could open my eyes, or did I not want to?
Memories were beginning to drip resoundingly, like annoyingly loud rain drops on a metal roof. Richard and I had fastened those sheets of corrugated rusty metal to the pine log cabin we had built in the Everglades many years ago when we were in High School. When it rained on those mosquito filled night in the swampy South Florida it was like a timpani of dischord. Now however, each chilly drop was washing off the dirt and dust that covered the eye of my mind and as they did so, a picture of last night emerged from beneath my efforts to forget.
At last, against my will, I remembered! I was in a “room” at the old Florida Department of Corrections prison, up by Jacksonville, that was now commanded by the US Army. It was winter and despite the high water level of the ground in Florida, these windowless concrete boxes had been built totally below ground to make them escape proof and very much like solitary confinement.
In my tight stomach, hunger pains and nausea were both awakening in disharmony. I had not eaten in a long time other than the chemical laden brew the armed soldiers had forced me to drink sometime ago…. It might have been yesterday.
The deafening lack of sound began to play tricks with my mind and I heard them speaking to me again from beneath the depths of the drug induced fog. What was it they wanted? Oh yes, they wanted to know how I knew what I did not know! They laughed at my stupidity for it had been easy for them to find me. The on-line casino computer had identified me, over many months, as winning too much, too frequently. They knew for sure that I could beat the odds at least online. Starvation had a way of making people like me careless. Winning the Bitcoin credits had allowed my wife and I to purchase canned rations and sterile water from the service center. We had not died horribly as we had watched our neighbors do.
I closed my eyes tightly trying to not awaken. I did not want to face another day of this reality. That was it! That was why I was there! Some religious lunatic in government believed that we could undo what had happened by prayers from those mentally gifted with prophetic skills. What was his name? I had heard it mentioned on the underground Internet broadcast. My wife, Nancy, had told me about his teachings years ago at the University of Florida, theology class. It was that old dream of each of us creating our reality by choosing to think it so. What had Nancy said? Oh yes, “Believing Is Seeing.” That was professor Seamann’s credo. Pain stabbed at my heart! Where was Nancy, they had separated us weeks ago when we were dragged in for interrogation. I could not bear that thought and tried to imagine myself seeing what was around me.
Finally a picture formed in my mind. My eyes were open, I was sure, but it was totally dark so there was nothing to see. In memories eye they had wanted to know how I constantly beat the odds. They wanted to know how they could use me to help them do the same. They had records dating back many years to when they secretly drugged my sister and put her in an insane asylum to ostensibly help my family. Their goal, with her, was the same then as it was now with me. I tried to recall how this had happened and somehow through the drug induced lethargy and image managed to form.
Kim Jong-un’s N. Korea had launched the high altitude nuclear missiles, through their proxy radical terrorist organizations. It was easy for the terrorists to purchase the missiles, from North Korea, in exchange for the petro-dollars that North Korea desperately needed. It was simple form Kim Jong-un to imagine evading retaliation too, as who would America retaliate against when missiles came from several distant countries all at once? Countries who supposedly supported us but were riddled with radical terrorists we were helping them oppose.
The EMP, electromagnetic pulse, had wiped out 3/4 of the computer systems in America in just moments. On the underground internet it was quickly estimated that a year later 80% of our population would be dead from starvation, disease and the ensuing chaos. It was then I had made the mistake of using the underground Internet to gamble at the virtual casinos. It was amazing what starvation will do to your otherwise clear thought process.
Now the military hoped to reverse, what could not be undone, by using PSI to win WW III. So far, it was a non-nuclear battle, except in sporadic sputtering attempts at eliminating terrorism; But, hell was hell no matter how you define its fires.
The dull sound of a distant heavy metallic security bar’s clang echoed through the concrete slabs of my tomb. They were coming again………..