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One lunar copyright 2005

Bill Larantz got out of a door, accompanied by three armed security guards. She hit left into the long corridor, walking slowly methodically. Hij saw the dark blue stretch uniforms they wore a bright yellow triangle on the front line was centered by a large chrome star - the symbol of the World Federation.

"What is it like to work as a security officer?" He asked cheerfully, hoping somehow break the solemn atmosphere of his companions. But in vain because their silence even admit that he had interviewed Bill spoken.As she marched along the faces of the officers and found that she stared straight ahead but saw nothing. It as if they were locked in their head.

The corridor was oval shaped and dimly lit with neon lights that ran along each side behind glass covers. The walls were faced with a dark blue-gray material, which is disturbing to watch.

She quickly approached a large part four portal at the end of the corridor, which was located beside an extended keyboard. The leading official deftly typed a code to gain access to the entrance. The great door was opened by separating the two upper parts and upwards, while the lower sections separated and down respectively. Passing through the opening they entered a large white colored room in the middle was a huge console. Around the panel is a bright green flores-cent field, which stretched from floor to about eight meters.

She remained in post for the green field. The door closed behind them with a surprising boom him a bit of a start. He felt his heart flutter for a moment and then was quickly restored when he realized what it was. Upon entering the field a large three-dimensional head appeared to them a sporty look very threatening. The group took a few steps closer and then stopped abruptly.

"Bill Larantz step forward," a loud voice blasted by some invisible speaker system. Bill met a little weak in the knees.

"I'm Holax Maddan Chief Referee western zone district, World Federation," the voice more fatefully. "Case WF-SH-448xx7 Sentence Hearing 4:45:00 pm-07/24/2110 start," said Holax, though the one side, sending the communication to another unknown audience.

Attention was soon directed to him but as Holax said: "You have been convicted for the following offenses: three counts of attempting to overthrow the World Federation, two counts conspiracy against humanity and murder Two hundred graves Federation staff. "

There was an abrupt temporary break as the big head looked grim, then it continues: "As the violent and terrorist nature of the crimes, you are categorized as a Level Six Convict - maximum destructiveness and danger to society. Therefore, this court hereby sentences you to life imprisonment at the maximum security Lunar-criminal setting. Leave at 8:30 am-07/25/2110. All your personal records - As we speak - removed from all databases. You are no longer Larantz Bill, that identity is permanently erased as if you were never born. You are now property of the World Federation. Your identity L-1/INM-448xx7 now. If the ownership of the WF you can and should be subjected to a psychiatric experiments, including drugs, surgery and shock. Have something to say for you to begin your sentence? "Holax said finally with a very invalid tone and expression.

"I am neither a criminal or a terrorist!" Bill began are challenging retort look in the eye of the main giant facsimile of him. "I and my fellow Freedom Fighters Freedom seeks to restore the planet World Fe ---, "He tried to say, but vehemently denies him the hologram in midstream:

We do not want one of your old-world-democratic ideas are heard. Personal Freedom was a failure, as everyone knows, because it is too dangerous. The American Republic is out and the One World Order is within You have not kept pace with the times and like the rest of your freedom lawyer-brothers, your real goal - while beating the drum for freedom - is committing crimes and protecting criminals, "said Holax with finality and evaluation.

Bill considered the folly of the statement he had just heard and comic seriousness with which it was pronounced, he suddenly broke out into uncontrolled laughter.

Characteristics of the head was furious when it roared to the security officers, "Restrain this criminal at a time!"

The three officers met in a hectic manner, by pulling their electrified night sticks, turning them on and they get Bill's belly in unison, sending him into immediate violent convulsions for a few seconds, after which he collapsed unconscious on the floor.

9:45:00 AM-08 / 15/2110

John Smith was not his real name, it was really Pool Nolan, but that name was just too unique. You see Nolan had the fortune or misfortune - but the case may be - of being born with the most average features. He had average height of five meters eleven inches. His brown hair and brown eyes were very common. To this he contributed run-of-the-mill clothing and shoes accent, an average Joe had hair cut and maintain a work-a-day way in all his deeds.

Now most people who were very average in looks would probably have regarded this as a real problem and would have tried to make himself a little out of the ordinary in some way, by getting a strange haircut, weird clothes, or something. But not Nolan, instead he thought it as an asset, an advantage to be exploited fully. All the while he was growing up he just practiced. He watched movies and films specifically to spot the people who do not notice, normally in the background and were often missed by everyone. He would then mimic their every move, constantly exercising and drilling, their measures of cold. He would then search for new films and films for more everyday characters and then to replicate and so on ...

He was now fifty-seven and the average for the conduct of a custom made many years, was a true master of the common man, his every movement a letter perfect regularity. So good that he was able to almost disappear. He could get crowds people to become aware of him. Everyone who met him and even he saw on a regular basis a very difficult name to remember. Some would try hard for a while to attention to him and to keep track of him, but after only a short time they would begin to lose him, he eventually became only a part of the background. All communication to him is to begin a systematic manner. And he went about his business making very sure that he kept all his mundane actions.

Nolan had been very average in High School College and, although he could have done much better, but that would have gone against his everyday guy persona. After finishing school he became a reporter for newspapers in Pittsburgh. Hij was not an exceptional journalist, but could get into places and stories that others could not get, because its invisible man power. He worked at the paper for the largest of ten years and gradually befriended a lovely woman named Stasha columnist. They worked closely together for years as friends and eventually fall in love, eventually marrying. Yes he could remember that time vividly. That was back in the old days when the United States is still intact, before The One World Order took over. They really had a great relationship if she was the one who noticed he was quite the opposite. And since he averaged so he took nothing away from her. Nobody ever really saw them as a couple, but her star as a journalist and beautiful woman. So that worked out great because he did not discriminate and they lived on.

Each year, their love became stronger and stronger and understanding between them was inviolable. They were such a big team that they felt nothing could get in their way and would therefore achieve something. And so she tried with the intention of changing the world for better. But sometimes it seems like the perfect situation theirs are not intended for a world as imperfect as this, and - just when it seemed that things could not get any better - the wonderful individual that he so dearly loved, was killed, ending their lives and love together always.

She was working on a story and was uncovering evidence of a secret state government conspiracy, which shows that the revenue allocated to education, was instead used to drug children between the ages of six to twelve. The "medicine" administered - though legal - would actually make all these mentally disabled young people, thus permanently nullify their chances of getting any education. And so when and she discovered too much exposed, the interest acquired powers-that-be made her, but good. They not only kill her, but her body riddled with thirty rounds of plus one semi-automatic machine gun.

He was - at least - overwhelmed and devastated by his loss almost one years. He could not think or function. He went through the daily movements of life - eating, dressing, showering and work - based on a kind of automatic pilot, never makes it to none. He was completely lost its purpose and the drive to continue to live. But when he realized one days on what to do. He had tragic death of his wife exposed by the responsible group to avenge the bloodshed as they were totalitarians. And so any time spent sniffing their dastardly schemes and plots.

Soon discovered that the group he was after was much larger and higher than he expected. The real source was a corporate elite that ran the entire planet. The more he reached the activities of these people more hate he developed for them. He realized two years in advance that something like the World Federation was on his way. He knew he could do nothing to stop it coming. But do not, in a small way deter his determination to the world get rid of this horrible group.

Course, he no longer worked for a newspaper, because they all incorporated and oblique WF with propaganda. Both are methods of finding and disseminate the truth about the One-World-Order were simple and treacherous. He would get jobs in which he would correct the books of large firms, making him sniffing around and research, collect evidence, go to the next action, and to do the same. After a while he would take the necessary information to release a statement on various media such as private underground networks and national broadcasters (television and radio). He also would publish anonymous articles in various journals secret revolutionary and evolutionary, newspapers, etc.

Nolan walked along Canal Street heading for Saxon Center - the latest fifty story office building in Lower Manhattan. When he went into his men on foot near him noticed, but she saw him at all. Their expressions were all very nervous as they tried to many security cams above the street to avoid. Everywhere you looked were cameras are of different nature, there were different shapes and sizes, placed in any type of location. They were all perfectly designed for watching your every move. The people were no longer free and the atmosphere was uneasy and difficult.

Upon reaching the front door of his destination, he took care to enter the building in the exact way he did every day and was not dropped by the unexpected, "Hi" to John Doe.

He replied with an average "Hello" and a slight bow of the Head then continued on. He made sure every step and move he took was an exact copy of before he had taken each time before. He stepped into the elevator and pressed monotonous noon, saw the doors close and started to climb. It took some time to reach the floor to twenty-four, what with all the stops along the way, but eventually he and the doors opened. He got out and turned right to walk the long corridor towards suite 2469.

Once he reached the office he rang a buzzer right next door located. Shortly afterwards a voice from an intercom said, "Good morning Mr. Smith, come on in."

The door latch light went from red to green and he opened the door and introduced. "Hello sir Benkins," he said as he closed the door behind him. He noted that some unknown person standing beside Benkins.

"Ah, Jim right? "Benkins said, apparently had problems with his first name.

"It is Mr. John," he replied, not in the least disturbed by his password.

"Oh yes John, that's right. I want you Daran Olde Mayer, he is the Chief Executive Officer of our company," Benkins introduced nervous.

"Merry meet, "said Nolan, while using the VIP's make sure not to shake effusive, taking into account its normal everyday way also.

"Nice to meet, "the executive said, especially if it does not mean that he attitude of" I am the most important person you've probably ever met him. "

"There are the files I need you right now," said Benkins absent as he pointed to two or three Super-Disk-ROM cartridges of one hundred "googol-bit" capacity - googol hundred bytes of information. And then he continued: "We were just on their way to our quarterly meeting, so I will check back with you later. Alright?

"Ok sir Benkins see you later on," Nolan said very casually, and saw that she did not even stay to hear him finish, as they had already left. The VIP hails had not been aware that his hand was infected with more than one million nano-observation recorders. These micro-robots were out of state-of-the-art. They were so far not demonstrated by a system or device - of course it would be so, for just as long, maybe two or three months longer and then he would have to improve and miniaturize them again. He had infects the Chief Executive, because he had heard rumors of an ultra-secret agreement consists of the most elite and wealthy individuals on the planet. And he wanted to record this meeting in its entirety as this might just be the breakthrough event that fully exposed the true nature and intentions of the World Federation.

He sat on the computer, pushed in the twelve-inch Super Disk-ROM and started correcting the books, as requested, but the network simultaneously infected with different mechanisms virus code. He planted a few million hardware and programs nano-bots in the main computer as to redesign and reconstruct the whole system from afar - all non-detectable course. In not too long he would like total control over the software company he could do what he wanted with her and the users would see only what he wanted them to see, no one ever suspected anything.

In only four hours time he had successfully installed the modules that good editor, the right of the entire database, while providing its own agenda too. There was not much else to do at this point but sit back and let everything take its course.

10:15:00 AM-09 / 10/2110

Erick was a little bit Country more than a little nervous as he walked around with the personnel director at that time his orientation. You see this was his first day at a job he was striving for more than fifteen year. Somewhere in the back of his head he felt somehow something would go wrong and all his hard work would be nothing. This was mixed with intermittent positive feelings and thoughts like "Wow I really made it."

The Director of Personnel - Harve Migel - began his lecture with orientation, "I give you a complete overview of the Lunar one checkpoint, a bit of history and it is what it is exactly we do here. "Harve said that this is important and you could say that he thought work here was of a very high status. He continued: "We the prison facility abbreviated to L-1 and control station to L-1-Con. Now L-1 Anderson crater is 150 kilometers south of where we are at Freundich crater, which is the home of L-1-Con. We need to remotely run the prison, because prisoners are sent there are the most dangerous in the solar system. We control - by way of robots and robot systems and equipment - the entire L-1 facility. We feed the prisoners, guard them, maintaining the grounds and structures, and also administer all new construction and planning all of L-1-Con. The prisoners are in a small-capsules, which - when landing - prison cells. All deliveries and equipment are shipped from here via automated mini-rail, so as not to stand for a way of escape. The mini-rail cars are so small that there is no way that any people - including a small child - can possibly fit on the board. Moreover, there is no way of producing oxygen on the rail cars, making it twice as impossible as a escape. So you see we have here the most escape proof prison ever built, one hundred percent fail-safe in my opinion. "

Harve paused for a moment In his speech to take a drink of water from his thermos flask cooled unit. And then he continued: "Now the history of the L 1 and L-1-Con began thirty years ago, when construction began. It took most of ten years to complete and the first prisoner arrived nineteen years ago. Since then, more than seven thousand prisoners are sent, none has ever escaped it and that is not ever expected. The idea for the L-1 was created by Helmer Aswit, he was a renowned psychiatrist and prison director. The current occupant population four thousand, one hundred fifty-six. This is due to the fact that since the One World Order has taken over Earth, several prisoner rights have expired and the government can now this prisoners use in any experiments they see fit. About forty percent of the prisoners who died at L-1 were due to psychiatric research testing. "

Harve's quiet for a time as they made their way around a large wall, on the other side of which was a huge computer control center. Erik could not believe how many people he saw walking computer controlled equipment; things as high-tech and advanced it to believe. The center stretched in all directions and was about the size of a stadium. As he stood there stunned Harve resumed. "Here is where it all happens. This is where you go to work once you complete your entry program, but for now I leave you a tour. As you can see quite a few staff required to operate L-1. "He stopped and looked Erik somehow felt that he wanted to respond.

"Wow, I never thought it was something. It is almost overwhelming, "Erik said with obvious awe.

"Yes, it can seem that way if you have not received any prior information. You know everything we do here top-secret and confidential. This is why you signed the pledge saying that you do not something we publish, what you see or what you know about L-1 and L-1-Con, including imprisonment, "Harve answered in a" this-is-to-be-expected "attitude.

They continued the tour for the balance of his first days. Let the night in his cabin, Erik thought over the next six days, that's how long it would take entrance program. His mind then went to the next eighteen months - the length of his first tour with L-1-Con, he hoped that all would go well. He looked forward to his three months to leave after his first tour, but it was a long way, it was a good goal to work on. He felt pretty good about everything now, minus the fear and anxiety he had previously. He thought: "it all will succeed." A few short moments later he was asleep.

2:25:00 PM-09 / 22/2110

It was nearly two months since Bill was ordered back to earth. He had the following morning at a prison Airbus, top-safety course. He rode the bus for fifteen hours to Houston, where he was transferred aboard Space-Lift-One - better known the thriftiest in space. This trip was most unpleasant and lasted five grueling - infinity - Days. At the end of that time, already some two thousand miles in space, he was transferred to a huge earth-moon space barge, where he was placed aboard a small capsule - Later to serve his prison cell at the Lunar-reaching one. Travel on the barge was not so bad, he actually almost enjoyed himself. But this only lasted two days at that time the large ship entered the lunar orbit. Once on the other hand - the earth no longer in the eye - he and the capsule of his captivity were ejected from the boat to-One Lunar Crater on Anderson. It took the capsule three hours to get there. When entering the crater, you could see what looked like a lunar settlement spread over the city. Are capsule was not going to land on the surface, but rather one of the four major shafts that led deep underground sought. After she had been heading for the shaft, it slowly began to descend down down, apparently at the depths of hell. The capsule stopped falling a point about five kilometers underground and found an empty pre-built concavement, who recorded and then finally came to rest. A short time after that he could see several robotic machines that a multitude of activities to adapt its capsule to the Lunar-One system is complex.

Bill knew he was a very limited time to save himself. If he wanted it out of here alive, he would act very quickly, because he was aware of the fact that all technically skilled prisoners, were used in experiments that ended with death - usually within six to eight months imprisonment. This was - he thought - because they tried to to prevent escape. Yet he had been planning his breakout well before he arrived. In fact he was planning for since the beginning of the Freedom-fighter movement, more than five years ago.

He had smuggled - hidden deep inside a cavity in one of his teeth - less than one microgram of nano-replicators. These nano-robots could replicate the feet per minute of two-ex. He had been programmed to activate them at the touch of a micro-magnet in the cavity in his tooth, he had hidden in a plastic toothpick. And now, two months later, he had nearly two tons nanobotic material. He had been very careful in programming is not too much to collect in a certain area, as it would be discovered. And so, during production, he carefully spread the microscopic material very Lunar-One. He had a wide range of different types of micro-devices, each one of which developed is designated a specific task. He had a wide range of computer reprogramming nano-bots. The first thing he did with it was to the entire network, including all infiltrate the robot equipment. Then he began to create a system wide simulation of L-1, using the digital images he had collected from the video-recording devices, across the prison.

He wanted to treat every conceivable variation, so that monitoring L-1 to the base station would think that they saw no real signs and simulation. This was especially hard to do for those robots that traveled across the L-1 is remotely controlled by L-1-Con staff. He had reached this goal three days ago and was currently, slowly, one by one, the switch Video-signal simulation. He must be very careful in doing this, because every time he switched one machine was one seconds which is an absence of this signal and Interference on the receiving end. This sort of thing is not so unusual in ordinary activities, such as electronic devices tend to do from time to time. But He did not mean to get here, because all too often it was done, someone could very easily be suspect. And so he took most equipment was not in effect temporarily. Sometimes, however, he had a suit that was in use - because of the time - knowing full well that the change in signal could be seen at the base end.

The next step He was planning to record as many of the psychiatric experiments of the robotic testing equipment. He had caught twelve o'clock prefrontal lobotomies, twenty-two electric shock treatments, more than fifty-pain-drug hypnosis sessions and twenty-five other various tests. He thought he needed about twice that amount sufficient number of simulations to produce. He was also in the process of obtaining access to the entire computer network. He desperately needed to do, so he could know who they would choose for each experiment. He felt much anxiety about this, because its survival depends on it and had about another month of work to go to completion.

Now since he could have all the equipment in his room, he had to infect himself with nanobotic different systems. He eg nanotechnologies synapse-handlers signaled that nano-signals to nerve signals which can then be seen in his mind as images converted. He also synapse nano-receivers, who would have thought as commands and convert them into nano-signals. And besides that, he had a nano-digestive detoxification system that filtered out all drugs, poisons and toxins while he ate. He discovers that she has a kind of test done on him, using nerves of the drug and so he had to pretend to speak to him by dramatizing the effects, so that everyone suspects. And so he worked on attentive, burning the midnight oil in a race against time to save both his life and escape the godforsaken man made hell.

3:15:00 PM-12 / 21/2110

Noland had successfully infected thirty-three person with nano-bots in the past six months. He had chosen the most likely candidates he could find who were likely to attend the conference of the elite. Like it turned out, but eight of those he had chosen was actually made, but that was more than enough for his needs.

The major convention was held near Groom Lake, Nevada, at a location known as Area 51 - a top-secret government base. It was almost one hours ago and all he had implanted devices worked perfectly. When he constantly need to redesign its nano-bots, he had a system in place within each infected person would build each advance and then gradually replace the previous technology the new. Until now, there was no sign that one of its micro-devices were discovered, which is all well and good, but on the other hand, he could not be relaxed about it, because any given time spent by an increased probability of occurring. He hoped he could get enough information to expose them enough to come to their downfall.

He noted the many VIPs present were: there was the president of the World Federation, the Secretary of the prison, the Secretary of Health and Mental Stability, four Sector Board and more than one to one hundred International Corporate officers of the world's largest companies. Eight of the corporate leaders were infected with nano-technology and they were unconsciously send signals him as if they were spies working for him intentionally. One executive in particular, Daran Olde Mayer, CEO of Saxon Software Incorporated, was the central terminal through which all digital information gathered was channeled. Noland thought back to the day he had met this man, the day he had infected him, he was so smug and self-important and here he betrayed his fellow power-Mongers.

Noland listened in as the president of the World Federation began, "We urgently need to do something completely Freedom Fighter to extinguish the entire movement. We must do this and we should immediately be relentlessly on. Does anyone have suggestions? "For a moment after he was asked a final silence and you could say that this issue weighed heavily on everyone.

"I encourage all freedom fighters are being sent to the Lunar-One facility," the Secretary of the prison said suddenly, disturbing the silence. "You've already sent us five people, four of which have already been slain early psychiatric experiments. We will ensure that the fifth die within the next three weeks. "There was applause from the entire group at hearing this.

"I commend you for this and we will indeed continue to send more prisoners FF's. But as you may know this will not quite handle the situation, as the movement appears to be growing rampantly. What we need have is something that will completely eradicate this thing once and for all, "the president responded with much bureaucracy.

"Our department has worked on a plan for some time on this, and I think we can do something that will have the trick Mr. President, "the Minister of Health, claiming full confidence.

"Well do not keep us waiting. Please tell us about it, "the president insisted with some impatience.

"Very good sir," Frank Liben - Secretary of Health - began, a little confused on how to start, that his mind was racing with many different thoughts all at once. He went on: "Here goes. "He used it to himself a little more time to buy as he struggled to organize all information. Finally he had a semblance of form and really started with:" As Mr. President you've said, we have a serious problem relating to the freedom fighter movement, a very real threat to the One World Order. Since the start of the World Federation, the Ministry of Health, the Ministry of Justice and captivity, along with many other sectors of government have been engaged in voluminous psychotropic nanobotic and drug experimentation. These experiments and tests have been conducted in almost all of the world's prisons, psychiatric facilities, hospitals and even in many clinics. After many years of testing, we have a drug that we believe will be the total solution made civilian control. We call this product Apathezak. It is a psychotropic substance-nanobotic successfully has been one of the subjects it was administered to, with varying degrees of apathy. It has proven to be one hundred percent effective in creating catatonic individuals at the highest dose and very docile, obedient workers, not independence or initiative at the lowest dose. "

Frank paused, and notes fact that all eyes and ears in the room were glued to him in greedy anticipation. And as soon as the collection of his thoughts, he wore once again: "What we now propose is to take the drug and disseminate through the worlds of water. In just six months time we can perform a whole new surveillance society. It will complete solution, the Freedom Fighter movement, because we will distribute the highest doses to those technical training, so these people catatonic and not more intelligent. Their capacities will be so absent, they will not even be able to look after themselves, much less start another movement. The balance of the society gets a variety of different doses, resulting in the perfect employee middle levels with a range of possibilities, none of which will be above that of the obedient worker. No part of civilization - with except our own elite group - will have independence or initiative, and will certainly not take part in running the world. The civilian employee will be nothing else than what they trained and programmed to do. For you see, this program would effectively end our current crisis and would also prevent any future uprisings. "The Secretary of Health has a verbal crescendo that an explosion of applause from the crowd called.

Noland looked, as he recorded everything digitally and thought to himself with wonder how they actually thought this was perfectly in order, his only conclusion was that they had all gone quite mad. He remained in his quest digitization of the meeting, all the while carefully trying to keep non-detection by keeping all machines nanobotic well distributed. So far he has been successful for almost two hours, although he has three or four had close calls. But just as he began to believe that he alone would make the whole event without notice, a nano-detector scanner approached, scanning one of the attendees that he was infected. He did not spot in time and suddenly were sounding the alarm, which sent him scrambling to erase all traces of its micro-electronic eavesdropping.

7:14:00 PM-012 / 23/2110

Erik Land was an urgent appeal on his way to the captains deck, he had noticed five cases of electronic interference in less than ten minutes which was much more than what is normally expected, even of inferior equipment, let alone something that was state of the art. He had warned his boss via e-COM, but everything he answered that it was not unusual that he was over-reaction when it was new and not used to the way things operated. And yes, the feeling not satisfied, he had received the E to captain of the guard, asking to discuss the matter with her immediately.

He made his way to the Zip-Lift and took on the level of thirty-nine minus to plus ten, in slightly less than one minutes. In reaching its destination level, the doors opened and he quickly got out - and heavy feeling as though he still traveling upward. He turned the corner and saw the captains deck, thinking about the many reports it had made in which he had noticed some very unusual events. Now this was what he should do as part its role as policy, but the attitude he had when he warned his superior was one of extreme complacency. He just wanted his daily reports and file leave it at that. But to Erik the combination of curiosity he had seen was too strange to be normal.

Once he reached the lobby of the deck the captain of a soft but authoritative voice said, "Come into the Country. "

He did feel self conscious and - although he hated to admit - he was a highly attracted to the captain. "Hello Captain, "said he drew scattered, trying desperately to professional.

"Please do sit," she offered pointing to a comfortable looking chair air. He did this and started to relax and feel less vulnerable.

"I was wondering if I sent you the report you had read earlier this evening?" He asked more concentrated.

"Yes I have," she replied calmly. "I want to thank you for your attention to her work, this is very commendable."

"Thank you," he replied, feeling a combination of pride and nervousness at the same time.

I want to assure you that I'm looking for these things go as a result of your report. We are, as you know, the number one top security prison, bar none. It is therefore important to check in every oddity, however small. I am particularly worried electronic interference on the many incidents that you mentioned. I have appointed a small team to carry out a trace all these problems and to compare with previous data we may have " said the captain with some seriousness.

"I can not tell you how much better I feel to hear you say. I have many project reports and began to feel like I not really been heard, "Erik said with elation.

"I can understand how that could disrupt," the captain acknowledged, interrupted shortly thereafter resume to: "One thing I'm really having a hard time with this whole thing is, why nobody has sent any of this information to me on the proper channels?" She asked this question aloud, but seemed to ask themselves instead of Erik or anyone else for that matter. She looked thoughtful about it for a brief moment, then suddenly asked, "Is there anything otherwise you need to see me? "

"Oh, I think not," he replied, feeling a resurgence of vulnerability.

"Well Country. Back to your post! "She commanded.

"Yes Captain," he replied, then met up and heading back by how he had come.

After he had her feet when she learned of the E-Four Sector-Chief, Lands immediate senior. She told him all about the meeting and spoke under her angry to be logged. She let him know as well that there would be an investigation into the matter and report to the Secretary of the prison.

It took only a few minutes for her to response of the Four-Sector-Chief via e-COMM received. She could see anger in his behavior when he replied with: "Captain, I am shocked and surprised by this information when I are either not logged. Co-workers are reporting to me that country is quite a troublemaker, always trying to stir up problems and what not. EC (End Comm). "

She sat there and considered his answer for a time as flows of questions came, apparently in a flood. She decided that the situation was much worse than she thought, the urgency to pressure and find just exactly what was going on and quickly drove her in a swift and strong action.

8:10:00 AM-12 / 24/2110

Bill had almost all of the robot devices switched to simulations. But he was a terrible time with the Psychiatric testing machine, which was three-and sometimes quadruple back-up systems, which was very difficult to hack. Yet all had to be over-driven to full control. He was always very worried that there might be someone in control who was catching him, as he recently began picking up signals throughout the tracer system. That he had very gently as any small signal - including very small ones of nano-machines - Can quite easily be detected. This made almost impossible task even more difficult. And this was just one of many projects he had on hand. He was also building, via nano-manufacturing equipment, a strong photon-radiation gun, he would need for the all L-1-Con communication systems off.

He works so hard that he did not at first, notice the snake robot telescope movements entering the top of his capsule, secretly move toward him. If they are conscious, he looked up abruptly and gaped in horror at the diabolical machine. He knew in an instant that a lobotomatic unit. He pushed his fear aside and started furiously fast sending mental signals all around nano-bots, Commander of them all for an attack to quickly switch. His arms and legs were suddenly locked in place by the chair he sat in air, immobilize him entirely. He felt a force field around him company. He felt like a stone because he could not even blink or move his lips. As he sat there, unable to move and barely able to think, the snake-like machine drew closer and closer.

Bill kept his mind on the signals it transmits to the nano-machines trying desperately to his thoughts to get what he experienced. He was not sure he did before this unit could turn him in, but he was still working in a last desperate attempt.

The snake machine was now looking at him in his eyes did an eye-scan identification. He hit his head and his body was getting very cold and numb. He had already bypassed the initial system, but had three to go. But now he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate when he was finding his thoughts drifting to the hose unit, which attract all his attention like a black hole attracting all light. He realized that he had almost unconsciously avoided the first back-up system, only two more go. Two six inch needle electrode moved from the end of the lobotomy machine, circled around to either side of his head and walked slowly to his temples. He knew that once these things filled his brains would all about him.

9:35:00 AM-12 / 22/2110

Noland had success, and just in the nick of time, destroy all nano-tech equipment he had posted on the conference of the elite. Hij was fairly sure sign that he had erased all traces, as he self-destruction was triggered routine quickly and efficiently when the alarm went off it. But because one can never be one hundred percent sure, he would now be looking for more and always a fugitive on the run. But all the information he needed, the only thing him to do, was to compile and then released it to underground channels, before he was discovered and captured.

He had actually found a two to one hundred-years, sided plot to undermine America and convert. On the one hand you had the all-science school of thought - which was believed only the material and there was no spirituality, not God, nor need for religion. And on the other hand you had the all-is-God-Group - who believed that God is the only thing that mattered and that was that material was poor and had to be avoided and denied.

It was clear that both sides were dead wrong in their distant extremes. The evidence that he had discovered in his research and studies, science and religion are interdependent and interconnected to one another. For one thing could, science may never be opened without religion. A barbaric society that no religion has no time to think of anything as advanced as science, if one is too busy struggling to avoid being robbed or slain by one of his fellow barbarians. The absolute stupidity of the idea that everything is matter and that the creation of the universe was nothing more than a sort of strange accident, is as ignorant as the idea that only God may be causal in nature and in the lives of men. At present, the control group who had received the material was God-no-strain, known as the World Federation of the One World Order.

There was no longer need him to do audit work. He had gathered enough information and the only thing that mattered now was the truth of what happened to so many people as he could, in the spread the hope of restoring the free people of America and also other countries of the former free world. He felt an intense urgency in his crusade, for he himself was its aware that too little time remained.

He remained natural in all his actions in a perfect shape all day. Walking down seven fiftieths-street, towards an area a gateway to a secret underground community in a long-abandoned subway system, he thought he had about one weeks to achieve what he needed. If he was not successful civilization, a state of no return to enter, and the light of freedom again would be eliminated. It is a very long time before it was turned back once - perhaps a millennium or two, maybe a lot longer than that. The idea that this happens, drove him forward, his intention was laser-direct and without the smallest thought he could be stopped.

11:45:00 AM-12 / 24/2110

Erik was in his quarters feel rather dispirited. Hij was suspended until further order item and may ultimately lose his job at all together. He was in great difficulties, yet he had no idea why, because he was just doing his job. He had a very disturbing e-COMM only twenty-four hours after his meeting with the captain of the Watch.

"The alarming reports and communications to the captain, were found to be without validity and were made with intent to cause problems and try to win against a senior! "The sector marked by four chief declared hostility. This audio / video message was accompanied by a document-order which stated that he was suspended, pending full investigation, the outcome of which lead to dismissal. And all this because he had only reported what he had seen and considered it important enough to ensure that someone acted on it. Maybe I tried too hard, he thought to himself. Maybe I over-reacting and perhaps I have not gained the necessary experience, severe enough to know what to worry about. After all, this place works for nearly two decades before I arrived, without a single incident. But he certainly did not want to cause problems for everyone and he was not in any way, trying to gain any advantage.

Neither made any sense to him and he knew something was wrong somewhere. He began to remember any actions they had spent the past three months his senior and realized that this man is very smug about anything related to his duties. He stayed there on and on whole situation in his mind, hope it all works in one way or another.

He turned away in the only poll monitor he had with him in his quarters and began page to the inspection area by now that someone else was responsible. At first he was aware what he normally did when he perused the area, but when he passed field thirteen, something that certainly caught his eye. He went back to the right. And there was so unmistakably clear that he could not imagine how he or anyone else had missed before. In the middle of the screen was a long protruding object. He clicked on the construction and equipment checklist for that area and tried an entry that matched the description and location finding. He found nothing and so is an item inventory of the area. The system took only twenty seconds to come back with a full count of thirty-two hundred items. But - just as he had invented - the computer screen: "WARNING! DIFFERENCE - THIRTEEN ADDITIONAL unaccounted items found! RED ALERT! NOTIFY on all channels!"

He immediately pressing the eight-at-all-knowledge channel button, where a plethora of alarms sounded throughout the L-1-Con.

1:05:00 PM-12 / 24/2110

Bill Larantz had managed to stop the snake-like machine of the implementation of its program instructions as the two brains sharp electrodes entered the skin of his temples. But he had only temporarily stopped and he was still locked up instead of its force field. He felt the blood from his pierced temples slowly flowing from both sides of his face, but he went to work on obtaining the complete photon radiation gun. Hij was pretty sure that if he had not been detected, he would very soon, if he had needed to too much to obtain nano-materials in his local area in the treatment of snake machine.

Hij feverishly working on the program the last parts of the gun, the was the only hope he had to stay alive. He was not aware that his newer capsule pre-prison-cell model is equipped with psychiatric testing machines and that was why he was surprised. He realized that he'd just be a little stubborn in his efforts, that attitude had almost cost him his life and escape. If mental images - through the many nano-signal transmitters - It came from the local gun, he saw the final component shape. He thought he needed only about twenty minutes to complete, which is far too much time on this point, but there was no way to speed up the process.

He worked hard on all the time, scan to detect any signs of L-1-Con. The nano-timer he had set now identified with, "Only nine-teen minutes to go." He thought it would be agonizing given by the following nineteen minutes. He tried his mind to take the time to work out all details of the many communications dishes that he would have to take the gun, in order to control the station from One lunar-cutting.

"Eighteen minutes to go," a new signal communicated by piercing his busy activity. And although each passing moment that brought him closer to safety, he does not feel the least bit encouraged, but even more anxious. He felt more and more afraid of the fact that they are completely immobile in the tube of force. He had always been claustrophobic in small spaces and was mortally afraid in a situation where he could not move. So here he was, faced with his ultimate fear and he began to succumb to have fewer mental capacities to the minutes, as the fear took over him.

Suddenly he realized that he was not aware or believe at all, but was just staring into the emptiness of the mind machine hose. He wondered how much time had passed. He a terrible time trying to orient yourself on the situation about him and the job at hand. And then the next signal communicated with, "Twelve minutes to go." Hij was stunned, had missed six minutes. That time he drove him back into action with renewed had lost vitality. He quickly checked on the progress of the gun and was glad to see everything - so far - went according to plan. And right then - just as he began to feel a little faith - What he had hoped would not happen, did. Without a moments notice a disturbing signal came through with, "NANO-Botič WARNING SIGNALS DETECTED IN CONTROL!" He rapidly with concealment and deflecting all communications, so keep them from discovering the source point, which was of course himself. He hoped that it would only buy him enough time to construction to complete, with enough left over to fire and destruction of the Trans-dishes. The following nano-bot signal came through with the notice, "Eleven minutes to go."

3:05:00 PM-12 / 22/2110

Noland realized he actually followed and that is very unusual, because no one ever sort of interested attention to him ever before. It was an experience he was totally unprepared for and he was not sure how to handle it. He quickened his pace to his pursuers only to find even more quickly. He turned a corner and was immediately at full climb, run with everything he could muster. He turned half angle and bolted before third. Upon reaching the third corner, he quickly slipped on a pair of the engine, super-eight-disc in-line skates. He walked the walkway, quickly get to the top speed of thirty-five miles per hour.

He felt convinced that he succeeded in the first series of the pursuers to escape, but knew well and with equal certainty, that he had identified and that there would be hundreds now hot on his path. He looked quickly need a place to hide and travel at the same time. He saw and decided a cargo bus seemed to be moving into the metro-central city-and that was exactly where he had to go. He arrived quickly, took a-hold of the back of the carefully positioned beneath uncomfortable. He was on the site, traveling fast, still riding on his skates. He held firmly to the chassis of the bus when he inadvertently passed his pursuers, who are still behind him after, but were heading in the wrong direction.

The bus traveled approximately three miles and then came to the entrance of the central subway system, which it introduced. Due to the low level of light was a bit hard to see, and he waited in his eye adapt, as he thought it unwise for him to do nothing until he at least had a vision. The bus had stopped as it was in line for a cargo inspection - prior to switched to rail-auto mode and then forwarded to an out-of-state metro line.

Knowing that he could not remain where he was very tall, he crawled slowly under the bus, all the times be rigorously surveying his surroundings, specifically looking for cameras and detection devices.

He made his way to the other side of the bus, where he could be less spotted and decided to adjust the skates not travel mode, where they function as an everyday pair of shoes. He had to do, because in travel mode was more likely to fall, the noise that may set off any number of security alarms.

He worked his way along the long line of cargo trucks and buses, with low and in the shade where he could not place. From time to time the vehicles would move simultaneously and one of them he would drive the short distance to the next stop. After some time he made his way to an opening on his side of the metro line. Take a telescopic micro-cam of a compartment of his suit, he sent the probe into the opening in search of safety equipment. Indeed, there were three cameras and an array of detection electronics also. He decided that because the positions of the equipment, he would crawl on the ground in a nearly flat position along the foot of the wall lying below the opening. He pushed his way slowly and cautiously make no sudden movements.

Once he was on the other side and far beyond the range of safety features, he stood back up slowly while checking ahead to make that nothing was there to spot him, not finding anything, he stayed on. He noted that from time to time he came in parts of the ceiling that had once housed cameras, which were absent - probably due to lack of funds and savings. This area was one of the most non-maintenance parts of the city.

Suddenly and without apparent reason, when he and Nolan had remembered Stasha celebrated their second birthday. It was one of the most memorable moments they had shared together, and certainly one he cherished most personal of all. They both had one days taken off from work some time together spend. The day began bright and early in the morning when she woke up and made love together spontaneously. After they had taken a shower, got dressed, then walked hand in hand along the streets, talk and enjoy the beautiful morning and each other. She eventually stumbled on a restaurant that she had never been and had the most delicious breakfast. If they ate they had discussed many things and laughed until their sides hurt. The friendly staff and atmosphere of the cafe, the great aroma and taste of the rich coffee, great food and their incredible love for each other, mixed with each other for what could be considered no less than a perfect early days.

After breakfast they had continued walking, sometimes stopping to shop at different specialized stores or antique shops along the road they found. Everything seemed perfect magic that day. It was impulsive, unplanned and occurred as yet all in accordance with certain design. It was like nothing she did that day could go wrong. They had no lunch, but instead had snacked on a couple of street-side food vendors. In the early afternoon they came to an old, charming, used book store and ended up spending the rest of the daylight hours there. She found a few books each, bought and read them together, in conversation intervals.

Later, when the sun had set and the city lights shining brightly, they had found a comfortable and not too expensive special restaurant and had an unforgettable meal. After that they had captured a play called "Fire-Water", which had the most innovative music with an unusual but intriguing plot. It was the story of an Indian woman who saved her from the tribe many vices of the upcoming European civilization by educating them about what they had seen happen tribes further east. They had really enjoyed the game.

Going home after playing together they had slept for several hours talking. And he would never forget what they had told each other just before falling asleep in each other arms: "You are my reward in life," Noland told her with great affinity and affection.

"You make me feel that the most valuable and precious jewel on earth, "Stasha responded with complete sincerity. In sleep she held tightly together.

The memory was very clear and vivid Noland and could feel a strong sense of tightness in his throat and tears in his eyes, the intense pain of his loss.

1:10:00 PM-12 / 24/2110

Very shortly after the alarm had sounded, Erik was suddenly no longer suspended, but was called to post all hands to emergency situations. He had rushed along with everyone, the control hub; The scene there was total pandemonium. The captain began a series of orders: "Has anyone identified what the discrepancy items?" And if nobody answered They immediately turned to her second-in-Command and barked: "I would HANDLED RIGHT NOW!" She hurried to the captain of the control box Watch and spoke into the microphone, "Sector Three through Six staff listen up. I do half of your stocks in your sections and the other half to do signal detection. Get on it now!"

Erik had expects the industry-Four-Chief to be giving orders to the Four-sector staff, but it was a totally different person, someone he had never met.

"Well gang, you could hear the captain, "the person started, but immediately noticed the questioning look in their eyes knowingly and replied with:" I am Franz Bova, Technical Specialist L-1-Con. Your sector Chief is not currently available with other things, so I will be your temporary Chef. "He turned and looked at Eric and told him," Land, because you have what this discrepancy are discovered, I want you in charge of the inventory identification details, ok? "

"Yes Sir," he replied, triumphantly feeling as he burglar was a hero in stone. He felt that the industry Four-in-Chief had some serious problems.

"I'm going to call the following names, yours, I talk Erik will follow as members of his team. "Franz paused briefly and wanted to start calling names, but was interrupted by the blare of a far more dangerous, deep sounding alarm.

"What now! "The captain cried in frustration.

"Captain, we just found nanobotic signals in the field of five," the Second in Command reported nervous.

"Oh God!" The captain replied in search of sick care. For a moment or two she was too much in shock and said nothing, she quickly restored, however, and gave one to all L-1-Con on the I-Comm. "ALL RIGHT! CANCEL THE PREVIOUS ORDERS, I WANT all staff, excluding administrators, TRACKING THE SOURCE OF THE SIGNS AND I WANT THAT FOUND IMMEDIATELY! "She gave a different order of the system," What I need from you is a complete disregard of all L-1 and L-1-Con Systems! Understand? "

The managers in chorus responded with "Yes Captain!"

1:23:00 PM-12 / 24/2110

The following message came through with "Two minutes to go." Bill sat still frozen, desperately trying to signal the trackers, which exclude closer and closer to the minutes. Initially not too difficult, because there were not very many of them and he could easily throw them off by sending signals from different places. But now there were hundreds and hundreds and it was quickly becoming impossible to keep up with each one of them. But he kept working at it, hoping against all hope that he somehow they keep off for the next half minutes, using almost all of its signal nano-bots to produce decoy transmissions. When the gun was finalized the coordinates for the Trans-dishes were preprogrammed and ready to fire on automatic.

"One minute to go," the following message accordingly. He decided that this would last minutes he not of himself to send or receive any further communication from the remaining signals nano-emitters. To do this, he should clear his mind and thinking nothing, since any thought he was a transmission that can be traced. And he sat there staring at the tube machine, with all his attention on her and the few other things directly in front his line of vision. His attention was completely out and saw the colors and shapes of various objects on the capsule. He also knew from the silence that permeated the small room, his body position, weight, temperature and even his immobility. Although aware of these things he does not think a single thought, but instead remained Cognizant of themselves and everything around him.

And then the last message came through, "construction and INITIALIZATION COMPLETE! ALL SYSTEMS GO! TARGETS LOCKED ON! FIRING NOW!" Despite the good news of the message, Bill was just informed, not conceiving a single thought in regard to the.

6:15:00 PM-12 / 22/2110

Noland had managed to exit from the subway tunnel crawl load in partially open-air vent, located near the ground. He had to ensure the grated iron man coverage in more places once firmly inside, so less suspicious. He crawled along in the Vent channel for nearly two hours before a section that had an opening in the wall. The opening has led the old and forgotten New York subway system was built in the early twentieth century, but left unused and almost fifty years. The hole, but large, was not quite big enough for him to get it up and he had to take the little hammer he carried in his pack and using it to slowly chip away at the painfully hard concrete to enlarge. It took more than one hours for the hole to size. He placed an anchor in the concrete floor of the gas chamber and tied to his rope. He threw the rope into the hole and then hold the rope, carefully maneuvered his body from the venting chamber and began climbing to the bottom. He may have two thirds of the way down when the anchor suddenly came loose and fell to other seven feet. He was completely overwhelmed, his heart racing fast, but fortunately he was not hurt at all.

Once he picked himself up, gathered all his equipment together checked to make sure that he had lost everything and that nothing was damaged, he began the underground railway in the south. He was heading to an area approximately five miles from where he was, in a secret place known as Underworld Control. It was one of the last vestiges of freedom from which the freedom fighter movement operated. He had