The One Who Steal Our World 1

Title: The One Who Steal Our World
Created By: Breezy

Remember when society was civil and for the most part a great representation of the morals of the human condition. Well I do, but everyone else seemed to forget that a long time ago. 

I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was it screwed everything up royally. 

Every man, woman, and child seems to have been corrupted but this sick twisted new world; and all I can do is sit on my ass and do nothing about. 

My name is Phoenix—well not really; I have no earthly idea what my real name is. It feels like I know, but the light of that knowledge is gone and that is left is a shadow that cannot be interpreted. Why can’t I take action you say? Well I’m kind of shackled to a big ass brick wall. How did I get here? The story goes a little something like this.

            Whatever happened before May 5^th of 2087 is a blur to me, but I woke up in an extremely high tech laboratory. Large computers with projected screens and keyboards that had no physical structure; a Science Fiction’s fans’ dreams. I was strapped to a table in my underwear complete with IV’s and heart monitor. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man in a lab coat leave the room with the doors shutting behind him. After a bit of tedious work I freed myself from the table and began to examine the room. With the shear shock and awe of what I was witnessing of all the futuristic machinery; I came across a data disc which had “Project Phoenix” inscribed on it. Curious of what information this disc held, I inserted it into the computer to see what was on it.

            Date: September 15^th, 2018. I checked the current time on the computer to find out how old this information was; and to my surprise the current year was 2087. So the information was old, okay what else was on it? 

Subject Name: patient 1028. This information got me nowhere, moving on. 

Weight: 72.5748 Kilograms. Not bad, it is a healthy weight to have. Height: 1.79832 Meters. 

All these measurements are way to precise of my comfort level. 

Hair Color: Brown. 

That was when I had to stop and take a good look at myself. I looked at particularly piece of reflective metal and saw that I had brown hair. Eye Color: Brown. I checked again, and my eyes are brown also. The last bit of text on the file looked to be a warning message.

“Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to blood over flow in the lungs. The cause of the blood overflow is currently unknown but the subject was found to be a carrier of an extremely contagious and deadly disease.

            The subject has been quarantined on a permanent basis until a cure has been found.  

            Direct order by the president of Masco Enterprises”

            And underneath that passage was a picture of me; it looked exactly like me. This couldn’t be! What the hell is going on here? At that moment the doors opened with armed soldiers.

            “Get on the ground and put your hands behind your head or we will open fire!” one of them yelled.

            Not wanting to agitate the men with the guns, I complied. After I was properly and might I add over aggressively restrained a middle-aged man with blonde hair and a lab coat entered the room.

            “Project Phoenix, oh how I waited to set you free.” Said Mr. Blonde the scientist.

To Be Continued...