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So I have a game system App for making characters. Lately I have been using this App as I draw up a character telling a story to myself AKA "daydreaming" on why this character has certain abilities and so forth. I even save a progression of changes as they change during the course of events.
So now trying to get this stupid story out of my head, as I really have no interest in the work that goes into actually writing a decent story. So putting the prologue out online to see if it will stop this story from constantly bugging me.
My Apologies to all:
Mnemonic start journal program.
Testing, testing, 1 2 3. Heh this works! Umm delete that. Go back? Sighhh. Right, I’ll fix it later.
Journal Entry #1
Date December 25th, 2045
Blue Ridge Mountains Refugee Center #42, Luray Caverns encampment.
Merry “FFF-Freight Train” Christmas!
Hey, my grandkids might read this someday. Right back to the journal, mnemonic reminder delete this later. And delete those and this sentences? Too.
I remember when these mountains were a land covered in forests, mists and lichen covered rocks showing its age in glorious muted blues, greens and vibrant yellows. Loved coming up here as a kid. The vibrant flowers of Big Meadow, the lost world faerie like atmosphere driving along Skyline drive under the trees. The awe inspiring sight coming over the top of the mountains and seeing the spread of land down below with its checkered board pattern of greens, blues, yellows and reds. The small mosaic patterns of towns connected by a spider web of roads.
Now it is a hard land scape of broken dried dirt, blackened stone with some scraggly brush in tiny clumps attempting to survive. All browns, greys and blacks. The land destroyed either by battles between Nanite enhanced or from their harvesting.
This is one of the better areas. Not many power wielders come up here; not enough nanites in the area to support their powers for too long, too high up or something due to wind patterns. They would have to nearly constantly harvest the ground to maintain their power levels. They need Biomass as well as normal minerals; from what I understand and all the major biomass has been stripped away from here.
The Human race survives in scattered pockets across the world done in by our own greed and power. In between the fiefdoms of various Nanite enhanced powers, lay enclaves of minimally affected Humans.
Wow, look at me leaving so many details out, and scattering the story about. Uhg, I have never kept a journal before. Right scratch the uhg, ummm back up to uhg? Never mind, get back to it. Mnemonic, reminder delete this paragraph also.
So background details: May 23rd, the Nanite Dust rain of 2025 fell all over the world.
Wait, no further back, in January 2024 the internet news feeds announced the spotting of a planetoid sized mass coming into the solar system, it was detected out around the orbital plane of Jupiter, it was detected due to the wave of Radio signals it was putting out. It was a huge deal, because not only was it spewing radio signals, the scientist saw that it changed course in a manner that indicated it had something moving it.
Wow run on sentence much? I’ll correct it later. Mnemonic Edit reminder, here.
After about six months it settled in orbit just ahead of earth, about a quarter the way around the sun. Yeah settled, which made every fff-friggen “Grandkids, sorry” national government, scientific organization and all the nut jobs go ape shhhh “Grandkids, sorry”, mnemonic edit this later.
Ok, Mnemonic switch every cuss word I say with “Grandkids”, make a file denoting each incident so I can go back and edit those.
Anyhow, so it settled in Earth’s orbit around the sun in September of 2024, a quarter the way around the sun ahead of Earth. By October it started coming apart in a huge dust cloud, while the Radio signal from it blanketed the Earth, disrupting Earth’s signals like GPS, Cell phone service.
By January of 2025 the cloud hit Earth and started taking apart everything in orbit. The US, China, Europe and Russia all tried various things to study it and stop it. Anything that entered the cloud, was eaten up by the cloud, turned into smaller dust like the cloud, eaten was the word the scientist used, as it did not seem to hit and break anything as expected, just everything sort of just came a part. Even the space stations, China’s, the International, and Russian it did not matter., anyone on board them just blew away into dust, we saw that from the few pictures and videos that survived. They used laser transmitters to keep signal to the ground, up until the dust cloud ate them up.
Bad enough the dust cloud up there ate anything going up, it also dimmed the sunlight. Disrupting anything that relied on sunlight. We still had land line internet connections. But everyone was talking about Nuclear winter type scenarios hurting our food supply.
Mnemonic, reminder correct run on sentences later.
Then May 23rd, 2025; it came down. Yeah, exact date, everyone knows that day. It is when the sky fell onto our heads. Seriously a bunch of Chicken Little “Grandchildren”.
When it came down, many were eaten by the clouds. Millions were eaten, but others we survived, sort of. At the time it only ate industrial products, or at least anything that was processed, Humans, and some pets. Stacks of cut hay were left alone, but baled hay got eaten. My wife’s canned tomatoes were eaten but the tomatoes and other vegetables in the fridge were not. Most meat were eaten, a couple items were not. Again it seemed if it was not “processed” it did not get eaten.
Fence outside eaten, chicken coop eaten, chickens not eaten, feed bin and feed eaten. My wife, yeah I miss her, ahh water in my eyes. “Grandchildren”! Hold on sorry. I was not. I can only suspect that. Don’t know for sure, see she had had surgery on her knees with pins put in a few years ago. Sigh, Charles had braces on, hope they came off before. I wonder how she, I mean he is doing must remember to use correct pronouns. I hope they all survived. Stupid water, supposed to be falling from sky, not my, Ahhhh “Grandchildren”!
Sorry, sniff. Anyway, sniff, out of all that we ended up getting the “system”. A voice in our heads allowing us to do almost anything as long as we had the power and resources to do it. Mines not very powerful, it is just like having a computer in your head with no internet connection. One built in the 1980’s at that. Or maybe it is just I am not willing to tear up the environment for power.
Others though can literally move mountains, create huge swaths of destruction, convert matter and have other over the top abilities. Who got what and how seemed based more on their desires, how fast they adapted to what was going on and their willingness to take resources. Also it depended on how much of the Dust cloud was in their area.
Alright enough for today, I have to help get this earth tamped down so the CNS Vertols can deliver tomorrow. At least there is a group willing to help get us back on our feet instead of using us as renewable resources. Hmm, wonder what CNS stands for.
:: End Journal Entry::
Journal Entry #2
Date December 26th, 2045
Blue Ridge Mountains Refugee Center #42, the Luray Caverns encampment.
Looking out over the old Luray Caverns parking lot that we finally got tamped down all loose debris removed. I know from past trips that this was all asphalt but now it is just all hard packed dirt.
Everything was eaten up by the Dust cloud, nothing left but the hole in the ground behind us, leading into the earth. No old car museum, no maze, no toy display and no Clarion bell tower. Only Building in the area is the shed we created over the hole going down, we even had to recreate stairs and railings going down inside.
Oh yeah, the Dust cloud, I should call it nanite cloud I suppose. Those of us with a bit more ability can at least do some modifications, so we are clothed, have a roof over our hole. Most of us can stand the drop in temperature, another nanite benefit. But the wind is constant, and it’s biting cold. I hope we do not have to stay too long out here.
Looking over at the leadership group, Calhoun and his six buddies. Not a bad lot, they grew up quickly in this disaster. No longer taking baseball bats to people’s mail boxes and tearing up the dirt tracks with their trucks. Good bunch, got those in the area that survived together and coordinated us so we can survive. Let’s me keep being retired. Not being in charge is a good thing, been there done that, now I want my rocking chair.
To the North East I can hear a low rumbling sound. We can hear them from pretty far out, hmm that is a lot of Vertols. Looks like 20 V-25’s, not Ospreys anymore, Kestrels I think? Where did they get un-Dusted Military tech from? Some in my labor group are running inside, scared I suppose, if whoever is showing up wants us, running down there, will not help. For them to have military tech that is not Dusted, means they have some serious nanite powers.
“Grandchildren”! Combat troops dropping, around us. Ok, not bad just spreading out, and not looking at us, a good sign. Just perimeter watch then, well trained. Weird Camo they have, it is shifting from Grey and Black to the Grey and Browns of the area. Never saw combat uniforms do that. Maybe nanite changes to uniforms? Hmm Calhoun and his boys look nervous.
<Hey, Calhoun! Chill, they are not looking at us directly, just securing their perimeter. If they want us with what they got, we got nothing to defend and we are too close to run, I suggest waiting and not reacting just yet.>
Good he is listening and calmed down. The first Kestrel has landed looks like leadership coming out. What the “Grandchildren”! Ok, why are so many women in bright skirts and sweaters? Twenty of them, all maybe in their twenties and pin up girl hot. Fit as all get out, not overly muscled bulk, but some serious definition, heck their abs have abs. Two more Kestrels landing with two more groups coming out, mix of what looks like Command types and their body guards.
Calhoun and his bunch are grinning for ear to ear. Don’t blame them. Sigh, they need to chill, bad if the first things these CNS people see is a bunch of yokels drooling at them and acting like teenagers.
The wave of women go around Calhoun and his bunch, an older woman in Camo from what seems to be a command group stopping in front of him. The soldiers with her are stopping his group from following the brightly dressed group.
Speaking of that group, why are they looking at me like I am a piece of meat at the gym? Something is up, weirdly up. I notice the Dust in our area has increased suddenly, nanites. But do not feel they are attacking us, or me.
:: End Journal Entry::
<Ohh, honey, do not forget I love you. And I won’t mind the age difference, really I won’t.>
I am frozen in place not able to move as the Honey blond haired woman in the lead puts her arms around me and kisses my lips. Fucking nanites, mine are not working, got hijacked. What kind of weird shit is this? Does CNS mean “Cult of Nookie with Seniors”?
Thank you all if you read this far, now maybe its out of my head since the Prologue was written.
So now trying to get this stupid story out of my head, as I really have no interest in the work that goes into actually writing a decent story. So putting the prologue out online to see if it will stop this story from constantly bugging me.
My Apologies to all:
Mnemonic start journal program.
Testing, testing, 1 2 3. Heh this works! Umm delete that. Go back? Sighhh. Right, I’ll fix it later.
Journal Entry #1
Date December 25th, 2045
Blue Ridge Mountains Refugee Center #42, Luray Caverns encampment.
Merry “FFF-Freight Train” Christmas!
Hey, my grandkids might read this someday. Right back to the journal, mnemonic reminder delete this later. And delete those and this sentences? Too.
I remember when these mountains were a land covered in forests, mists and lichen covered rocks showing its age in glorious muted blues, greens and vibrant yellows. Loved coming up here as a kid. The vibrant flowers of Big Meadow, the lost world faerie like atmosphere driving along Skyline drive under the trees. The awe inspiring sight coming over the top of the mountains and seeing the spread of land down below with its checkered board pattern of greens, blues, yellows and reds. The small mosaic patterns of towns connected by a spider web of roads.
Now it is a hard land scape of broken dried dirt, blackened stone with some scraggly brush in tiny clumps attempting to survive. All browns, greys and blacks. The land destroyed either by battles between Nanite enhanced or from their harvesting.
This is one of the better areas. Not many power wielders come up here; not enough nanites in the area to support their powers for too long, too high up or something due to wind patterns. They would have to nearly constantly harvest the ground to maintain their power levels. They need Biomass as well as normal minerals; from what I understand and all the major biomass has been stripped away from here.
The Human race survives in scattered pockets across the world done in by our own greed and power. In between the fiefdoms of various Nanite enhanced powers, lay enclaves of minimally affected Humans.
Wow, look at me leaving so many details out, and scattering the story about. Uhg, I have never kept a journal before. Right scratch the uhg, ummm back up to uhg? Never mind, get back to it. Mnemonic, reminder delete this paragraph also.
So background details: May 23rd, the Nanite Dust rain of 2025 fell all over the world.
Wait, no further back, in January 2024 the internet news feeds announced the spotting of a planetoid sized mass coming into the solar system, it was detected out around the orbital plane of Jupiter, it was detected due to the wave of Radio signals it was putting out. It was a huge deal, because not only was it spewing radio signals, the scientist saw that it changed course in a manner that indicated it had something moving it.
Wow run on sentence much? I’ll correct it later. Mnemonic Edit reminder, here.
After about six months it settled in orbit just ahead of earth, about a quarter the way around the sun. Yeah settled, which made every fff-friggen “Grandkids, sorry” national government, scientific organization and all the nut jobs go ape shhhh “Grandkids, sorry”, mnemonic edit this later.
Ok, Mnemonic switch every cuss word I say with “Grandkids”, make a file denoting each incident so I can go back and edit those.
Anyhow, so it settled in Earth’s orbit around the sun in September of 2024, a quarter the way around the sun ahead of Earth. By October it started coming apart in a huge dust cloud, while the Radio signal from it blanketed the Earth, disrupting Earth’s signals like GPS, Cell phone service.
By January of 2025 the cloud hit Earth and started taking apart everything in orbit. The US, China, Europe and Russia all tried various things to study it and stop it. Anything that entered the cloud, was eaten up by the cloud, turned into smaller dust like the cloud, eaten was the word the scientist used, as it did not seem to hit and break anything as expected, just everything sort of just came a part. Even the space stations, China’s, the International, and Russian it did not matter., anyone on board them just blew away into dust, we saw that from the few pictures and videos that survived. They used laser transmitters to keep signal to the ground, up until the dust cloud ate them up.
Bad enough the dust cloud up there ate anything going up, it also dimmed the sunlight. Disrupting anything that relied on sunlight. We still had land line internet connections. But everyone was talking about Nuclear winter type scenarios hurting our food supply.
Mnemonic, reminder correct run on sentences later.
Then May 23rd, 2025; it came down. Yeah, exact date, everyone knows that day. It is when the sky fell onto our heads. Seriously a bunch of Chicken Little “Grandchildren”.
When it came down, many were eaten by the clouds. Millions were eaten, but others we survived, sort of. At the time it only ate industrial products, or at least anything that was processed, Humans, and some pets. Stacks of cut hay were left alone, but baled hay got eaten. My wife’s canned tomatoes were eaten but the tomatoes and other vegetables in the fridge were not. Most meat were eaten, a couple items were not. Again it seemed if it was not “processed” it did not get eaten.
Fence outside eaten, chicken coop eaten, chickens not eaten, feed bin and feed eaten. My wife, yeah I miss her, ahh water in my eyes. “Grandchildren”! Hold on sorry. I was not. I can only suspect that. Don’t know for sure, see she had had surgery on her knees with pins put in a few years ago. Sigh, Charles had braces on, hope they came off before. I wonder how she, I mean he is doing must remember to use correct pronouns. I hope they all survived. Stupid water, supposed to be falling from sky, not my, Ahhhh “Grandchildren”!
Sorry, sniff. Anyway, sniff, out of all that we ended up getting the “system”. A voice in our heads allowing us to do almost anything as long as we had the power and resources to do it. Mines not very powerful, it is just like having a computer in your head with no internet connection. One built in the 1980’s at that. Or maybe it is just I am not willing to tear up the environment for power.
Others though can literally move mountains, create huge swaths of destruction, convert matter and have other over the top abilities. Who got what and how seemed based more on their desires, how fast they adapted to what was going on and their willingness to take resources. Also it depended on how much of the Dust cloud was in their area.
Alright enough for today, I have to help get this earth tamped down so the CNS Vertols can deliver tomorrow. At least there is a group willing to help get us back on our feet instead of using us as renewable resources. Hmm, wonder what CNS stands for.
:: End Journal Entry::
Journal Entry #2
Date December 26th, 2045
Blue Ridge Mountains Refugee Center #42, the Luray Caverns encampment.
Looking out over the old Luray Caverns parking lot that we finally got tamped down all loose debris removed. I know from past trips that this was all asphalt but now it is just all hard packed dirt.
Everything was eaten up by the Dust cloud, nothing left but the hole in the ground behind us, leading into the earth. No old car museum, no maze, no toy display and no Clarion bell tower. Only Building in the area is the shed we created over the hole going down, we even had to recreate stairs and railings going down inside.
Oh yeah, the Dust cloud, I should call it nanite cloud I suppose. Those of us with a bit more ability can at least do some modifications, so we are clothed, have a roof over our hole. Most of us can stand the drop in temperature, another nanite benefit. But the wind is constant, and it’s biting cold. I hope we do not have to stay too long out here.
Looking over at the leadership group, Calhoun and his six buddies. Not a bad lot, they grew up quickly in this disaster. No longer taking baseball bats to people’s mail boxes and tearing up the dirt tracks with their trucks. Good bunch, got those in the area that survived together and coordinated us so we can survive. Let’s me keep being retired. Not being in charge is a good thing, been there done that, now I want my rocking chair.
To the North East I can hear a low rumbling sound. We can hear them from pretty far out, hmm that is a lot of Vertols. Looks like 20 V-25’s, not Ospreys anymore, Kestrels I think? Where did they get un-Dusted Military tech from? Some in my labor group are running inside, scared I suppose, if whoever is showing up wants us, running down there, will not help. For them to have military tech that is not Dusted, means they have some serious nanite powers.
“Grandchildren”! Combat troops dropping, around us. Ok, not bad just spreading out, and not looking at us, a good sign. Just perimeter watch then, well trained. Weird Camo they have, it is shifting from Grey and Black to the Grey and Browns of the area. Never saw combat uniforms do that. Maybe nanite changes to uniforms? Hmm Calhoun and his boys look nervous.
<Hey, Calhoun! Chill, they are not looking at us directly, just securing their perimeter. If they want us with what they got, we got nothing to defend and we are too close to run, I suggest waiting and not reacting just yet.>
Good he is listening and calmed down. The first Kestrel has landed looks like leadership coming out. What the “Grandchildren”! Ok, why are so many women in bright skirts and sweaters? Twenty of them, all maybe in their twenties and pin up girl hot. Fit as all get out, not overly muscled bulk, but some serious definition, heck their abs have abs. Two more Kestrels landing with two more groups coming out, mix of what looks like Command types and their body guards.
Calhoun and his bunch are grinning for ear to ear. Don’t blame them. Sigh, they need to chill, bad if the first things these CNS people see is a bunch of yokels drooling at them and acting like teenagers.
The wave of women go around Calhoun and his bunch, an older woman in Camo from what seems to be a command group stopping in front of him. The soldiers with her are stopping his group from following the brightly dressed group.
Speaking of that group, why are they looking at me like I am a piece of meat at the gym? Something is up, weirdly up. I notice the Dust in our area has increased suddenly, nanites. But do not feel they are attacking us, or me.
:: End Journal Entry::
<Ohh, honey, do not forget I love you. And I won’t mind the age difference, really I won’t.>
I am frozen in place not able to move as the Honey blond haired woman in the lead puts her arms around me and kisses my lips. Fucking nanites, mine are not working, got hijacked. What kind of weird shit is this? Does CNS mean “Cult of Nookie with Seniors”?
Thank you all if you read this far, now maybe its out of my head since the Prologue was written.
