Mind War~Prologue

Soo, this is a story I started looooong before Superior. But it’s been so long, I’m just re-posting it.

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My name is Rylee Stark. I’m a Special Operations Agent, First Class. Look, I don’t have a lot of time right now, but I’ll explain what I can. This is some seriously dangerous sh*t I’m about to share here, but you deserve to know.

Let me start with the basics.

The year is ’06; 2100, that is. 2106. We’ve come a long way, humans. We’ve found cures for most diseases (except the common cold), made our way past Pluto, advanced in technology. The men and women of the last centuries would call it “remarkable.”

I wouldn’t.

Because of advancements in technology, things have been invented that never should have been touched. I’ve seen the books from the twentieth and twenty-first centuries; all those authors thought that time travel would be our downfall.

If only they knew how wrong they were.

Time travel is still but a myth. After scientists tried and failed time and time again, they put the idea on a shelf and never looked back. No, time travelling crazies aren’t our problem. Something else has been created in the past several years; a power that many used to think belonged to creatures in fairytales.

I’m talking mind control.

But honey, this isn’t your average kind of mind control. This is something else entirely. I don’t know what you’re expecting; maybe some freaky psychic with crazy hair commanding an army of brainwashed losers who are too weak to defend themselves.

Ha. I wish.

The reality is, that’s not even close. What we’re dealing with here is top-notch technology. Like I said, my time is limited, so I can’t get into specifics. Let me just say this: if the process works—and 99.9% of the time it does—the victim will go completely insane.

Scary, right? Well, that’s not the half of it.

See, when the CUTAS (Countries United Toward the Advancement of Science) discovered this terrible technology, they weren’t planning on letting it out. Except that they did. It wasn’t a public release, of course. That would be completely idiotic.

Someone leaked it from the inside.

Now, a secret group has the information. They’re strong, apparently; the governments of the world are scared AF. This group—the Unthinkables, they call themselves—have been sending direct threats. It takes a hell of a lot of confidence to do that.

And me, I’m a Special Operations Agent. What that means is that I, along with all the other SOAs, have an extremely important task. Our job? Find the traitor, the one who leaked the info. Locate the HQ of the enemy, infiltrate it, and kill as many of them as we can. We don’t have long to do this: two weeks, to be exact. Fourteen days. That’s how long the enemies gave us. That’s when they said they will attack.