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The Mind Chronicles (Volume VI) – Farahi

Posted in Blog Series, Fiction, Science Fiction, Story, The Mind with tags , , , on November 30, 2011 by darkjade68

THE MIND CHRONICLES – VOLUME SIX

Farahi;

CANADA 6

THE FORESTS 400 MILES NORTH OF US 5

Jarod Black continues to make his way North through the Blackened, and Nearly Dead forests of Canada 6.

His Destination, Abraham Bendo Tower, Fairbanks, Alaska Lair of the Mind.

After traveling 6 plus hours north of the Western Outpost, he starts to sense that he is again being followed.

But by something much worse than a Mutant…

Not being one to avoid conflict as required, he stops his Mechanical Horse Mount, Johnny, and dismounts.

“Woe boy…”.

He then takes his Plasma Rifle from his back, and has Johnny lay down as a barrier between him, and whatever’s following him.

“COME ON OUT, I’M NOT MOVEN UNTIL YOU DO!” he calls out. “Whatever you are” he mumbles under his breath.

And that’s when she appeared.

A young girl, maybe 17, steps out from behind a distant tree.

She is attired in some form of leather synthetic hunting gear, bright blue lensed goggles upon her face, and shoulder length blond hair.

Upon her back she appears to have both a long spear, and some sort of Composite Bow, and Arrows.

“What the hell?” Jarod mumbles under his breath.

The girl then pulls her goggles atop of her head “I’M SORRY THAT I FOLLOWED YOU!” she calls over.

“I MEAN YOU NO HARM!”.

Jarod grunts, and then mounts his Mechanical Horse Johnny once more.

The girl than pulls out from behind a near by tree, some form of a Motor Bike, that has been altered in design, in order to travel without sound.

She rolls it forward running up beside Jarod “Wait!” with this she starts her stealthy engine, and rides besides him.

“I have money!” she holds forth a little bag containing some form of currency.

Jarod looks first at the bag, and then her bike “Riding a STARK 6000, I’d uh guessed you did…”.

“My parents left me the money… They are gone… I am alone” with this he stops his Horse and looks at her.

“No different than most” she continues.

He starts to ride again, she continues besides him.

“So what is it you need from me, I am a bit busy right now as you may have noticed…” he says as he again looks at her.

“But one can never have enough money these days… So what is it”.

The girl then pulls down her goggles as they gain speed “I needs passage direct to Fairbanks…”… “I seek Council with “The Mind””.

He stops again “How did you know I was seeking out The Mind?” he questions.

The girl stops as well, looks ahead of them, then back at Jarod “There is nothing else here… Not anymore… Just dead forest for miles and miles” she explains.

“You were the first visitor to the Western Outpost I had seen in 3 months…”… “Most that go there simply seek out a cold residence to avoid the many mutants…” she continues.

Jarod starts to ride slowly again as the girl continues to speak and follow “As The Mind has told, most mutants do not like cold regions…”… “I think it has something to do with their circulation…”.

“And you… What do you seek?” she questions.

NIGHTFALL

7:14pm

The young girl and Jarod sit around a fire that the girl built.

She is also cooking some form of meat for them.

“I am Farahi by the way…” with this she hands Jarod some of the meat on a stick.

“I am Jarod Black… Mercenary” he replies.

“What is it you needs speak to The Mind about Farahi?”.

“The Mutants… Actually” she hesitantly replies.

With this Jarod stops mid bite “You’re not one of those Crazy “Humanists” are you…” he questions.

“Seeking “Rebirth”, and “Salvation” for the Mutants?” he continues.

She does not reply, and eats.

“You are…” Jarod grunts and continues to eat as well.

“There must be a way to return them to their former selves… There must be!” She suddenly blurps out.

“And if any one can figure it out, it’s The Mind…” she finishes.

“Oh, you mean the guy that only yesterday told the Free World to get off their asses and kill all the mutants??”… “That guy…” he finishes eating, and throws the stick in the fire.

Farahi then puts one of her hands on one of Jarod’s arms “Don’t you realize the impact of adding 500,000 more Civilians to our population??”… “It would almost quadruple our race…”… “Just think about the implications…” with this Jarod pulls his arm away from her.

“Don’t you think the smartest man on our planet has already thought this through…”… “Don’t you think maybe, at the end of his research on this matter, he must have found some Alarming Results?” he rants.

“I mean, why else would he have us all out our doors with guns in hands, unless he felt they were a viable threat to our continued existence…” he finishes, and stands.

“Just let me come… It’s a lot of money….” she hands Jarod the bag of money.

“Indeed it is…” he takes the bag, looks inside, and tosses it back to her.

“But I’m not looking to piss The Mind off…” he walks away and starts to prepare a spot to sleep on.

“And that’s just what bringing the “Humanist Movement” right to his doorstep would do… I’m sure of it” he lays down.

Farahi just sits there looking at him as he lay, her faded blue eyes even lighter than before they had started talking.

“Why are you seeking him out Jarod Black… You still haven’t told me” she inquires.

Jarod pulls his hat over his face “That my dear… Is between him… And me” he goes to sleep.

NEXT TIME!! ON THE MIND CHRONICLES… HMM, I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO FIGURE THAT OUT

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The Mind Chronicles – Volume Four

Posted in Blog Series, Entertainment, Fiction, Science Fiction, Story, The Mind with tags , , , on November 18, 2011 by darkjade68

THE MIND CHRONICLES – VOLUME FOUR

Run;

CANADA 6 – NOVEMBER, THE YEAR 2075

WESTERN OUTPOST

3:12am

Jarod Black, wearing his Night Vision Goggles, and his Single Canon X12 drawn, moves through the darkness of the Canada 6 Forest.

“These Goggles cost me a fortune…” he thinks to himself. “But by god their worth it”.

“If something moves, I’ll see it…”.

“CLICK… HUMM” he heats up his X12 Canon.

“Come on you Mot$#$’r Fu#$’r… I know you’re out here”.

But there isn’t a sound, nor any movement…

…until

Suddenly about 60 or so feet away, two blue glowing eyes can vaguely be seen.

“60 Feet, eh…” he speaks under his breath.

“Now you know I need to get closer to you than that to be accurate with this thing…”.

Jarod locks his gaze on the distant eyes, which have not moved, other than an occasional blink.

As he watches, he slowly reaches for his Plasma Rifle X50-1 from his back. Designed for just such an occasion.

“Now hold still you little Fu$#’r…”.

“Daddy’s goina say goodnight… As it is 36 years past your bedtime…”.

He loads and cocks the Rifle with a–

“CLANK-ETT!”.

And that’s when it makes its move…

All seems to slow down as the blue eyed form briskly tears towards Jarod, who’s now lifting the Plasma Rifle, and trying to capture it in the scope…

“CRACK! SNAP! KRICK!” the brittle, dead scorched branches snap  under it’s feet as it effortlessly readies to leap through the air, claws blaring, eyes glaring…

“Come on you son of a bitch!! Lock up!” Jarod speaks louder now.

“SNAP! CRACK!!” the creature is now in the air, it’s hunger for warm blood filled flesh only matched by it’s gruesome yearning to hear Jarod’s Head Rip from his Shoulders…

When… “FWOOMM!!!” the gun goes off, and pieces of the air born Mutant Rip, Tear and Fly Everywhere… All save the greater part of the Torso, which makes impact with Jarod.

“THUNK!”.

“Ugh!!!” Jarod hits the ground as the “Plink Plang, Glop” sounds of the Mutant’s Limbs and other once viable parts disperse, and land all around.

Meanwhile the Creature’s Torso lay there upon Jarod.

“Blech” he exclaims as he shoves it off himself.

Jarod just lays there for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

“Well, that was close…” he then stands, and three Outpost Guards approach.

“Gee boys, thanks for the help…” Jarod says sarcastically.

“The life of a Mercenary is a lonely one friend… Now if you were to sign up with the Canada 6 Corps–” one of the Guards lectures, but is interrupted.

“No thanks…” Jarod puts his Plasma Rifle on his back, and heads back to the Outpost.

“Frankly I don’t like what they’re teaching you…”.

And with this he disappears into the dark.

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The Mind Chronicles – Volume One

Posted in Blog Series, Entertainment, Fiction, Science Fiction, Story, The Mind with tags , , , on November 13, 2011 by darkjade68

THE MIND CHRONICLES – VOLUME ONE

The Mercenary;

SEATTLE WASHINGTON – NOVEMBER, THE YEAR 2075

They call him “The Mind”…

Or maybe it was he that first called himself The Mind… Who knows, and Who Cares… But some how it stuck.

He simply appeared one day in the middle of the Police Provence of what used to be called New York City.

Now it’s just N-One.

The Stranger Arrived in the middle of what was called “The Spangor Epidemic”… Just another side affect from an otherwise Dead World.

Or at least… Nearly dead.

In One Months time this latest Plague wiped out some 100,000 people, out of the only 300,000 that were left on the planet, after 2039’s “Great Collision” occurrence… But I don’t like to talk about that.

What’s done, is done… And we the remaining few must simply accept the fact, that we walk the thin brink that is Total Extinction.

It’s just as well… I hear we pretty much Fu@#@’d things up in the 20th Century, and the 21st Century had basically become the “Time of Waiting” for us to end in one fashion or another.

The Great Collision was as good a way as any other I suppose.

And so now there are only some 200,000 Survivors left, and when I say Survivors, I’m not counting the some 500,000 or so Mutants that now make there away upon this Earth of ours… They’ve counted in the upwards of 7 different Breeds… Each Scarier than the next.

But I don’t like to talk about that neither… More of them, than there are us, for gods sake.

Anyway… Back to “The Mind”.

His Born Name is Abraham Bendo… All we know about him is he was some great intellect from the 21st Century… And now some how he is here… And unaged since his last siting some 53 years ago.

And now he prefers to be called “The Mind”.

The First Thing The Mind did upon his Arrival to N-One, perhaps as a showing of good faith, or at least a means of distracting them from the fact that he basically arrived in a flash of blue and red light, inside of some sort of mechanical machine…

Was to give them the Cure to the Spangor Plague…

Yes, he was very smart.

And in return all that he asked for was Farbanks Alaska…

Yes, the whole Province.

I guess Solitude is his thing… As even the Mutants don’t go as far North West as Alaska.

And so The Mind had single handedly put a stop to the Epidemic that was finishing off the remains of the Human Race…

As if Nature hadn’t made it Quite Clear that it was time for the Species of Man to go.

But no, The Mind had bought us some more time.

But where are my manners, I haven’t introduced myself… I am Jarod Black… Lowly Mercenary by trade.

Yes my Family and Friends had died a long time ago… In one of those Constantly Moving Paraflex Storms that still rape our lands from time to time…

That’s right, no Family, no Friends, no Loyalties whatsoever.

NoIn my estimate of things, it just doesn’t make much sense to pursue frienships anymore… The emotional risk is great, and the rewards are scarce.

As it is, you rarely see the same person twice on this otherwise charred Globe.

And what does all of this have to do with me you might ask?

Well lets just say, I have a few questions for ol Mr. Mind…

And so I set off on my Journey from S-One, which used to be Seattle Washington, to make my way through the Scorched and Desolate Forests of Canada 6. Yup, you guessed it, used to be called plain ol Canada. But now it is one of only 6 Major Provinces that actually have any sort of Life. Yes it’s China 1, England 2, Afgan 3, Africa 4, US 5 and Canada 6.

Australia and South America simpy didn’t make it… At all. Gotta be able to breathe under water to visit those two Provinces.

So yup, just me and my Mechanical White Horse, Johnny Carson, headen through the Wretched Forests of Canada 6.

Johnny Carson you ask? Yeah, well, I guess he was some sort of US Ambassador of Social Grace back in the 20th Century… Sounded like a good name for my Mechanical Horse, ha.

But I just call him Johnny.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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