Report, edit, etc...Posted by Screwed on 2004-09-14 at 05:14:41
Sorry for my poor grammar, I'm worse than Moogle.
Sorry about the poor grammar and spelling, english was not one my strong subjects during school and life. So here it is. Give feed back =)
Yes, it's me
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Created By: Screwed
More Stories Found at: Kirbycraft
Story Starts:
Yes, it's me... but who am I?
I don't know my name, my age, my gender. But I don't need to.
What I only need is purpose. Yes, purpose, if not for purpose I wouldn't have existed. I can't remember a thing... after the dropship crash 2 years ago.
Why did I write this? Why won't I just die and leave no trace like every other civillian out there? Yes, you got it... because of purpose. It was a rather calm day on the day of Christmas of 2260. I see kids holding their toy guns and acting like marines. I thought of me once being one of them. However this day was different. I got something for Christmas, nothing special, a card. I was invited to a historical World War 3 camp that has been abandoned after a new found race Yaals inhabited it in 2070. I don't know why but I went anyway. A fragmented tale... has suddenly displayed in my mind. I seem to know this place. Suddenly someone holds me by the arm.
'Welcome back, Professor Moscre. I've been waiting for you.'
'Why do you want me here?' I asked.
"Purpose...'
'Get to the point.'
'You've changed a lot since everyone died in that test run in 2256...'
'Test run?' A sudden pain urged through my body.
'You still don't remember do you? No doubt about that.. I guessed the machine erased your memory pretty well.' The person in navy blue responded.
'Don't play games with me, tell me all you know?'
'I may know more than you want to know. What I know may be true and may be false.'
'...'
'There was a project in the year 2256... You were one of the leading scientists.. Something went wrong and you had to die. We needed to you to die, you agreed because otherwise every secret would have gone out.'
'What secret? Why am I still alive? Are you here to finish me off?'
'We were building the most advanced body enhancer.. our lab is dealing with medical researches. Cloning and memory erasing is our most recent advances. Do you know what you are really seeing?'
'Get to the point; don't tell me this is all about the Matrix crap i saw in the movies a few weeks ago.'
'No Moscre... it is not the matrix... but right now you are not seeing the real me.. the real me died in the crash you were meant to die in 2 years ago, I am cloned. We've kept a print record of you, we made a copy of you… but you survived. We erased your memory. The cloned you is working with us in our department... until he died in an accident a few days ago. I need you to assist us with the project.'
'So you purposely tried to kill all the scientists in a crash, make it look like an accident, erased my memory and for all that I have to go back and help you?'
'Yes, you have no choice... You loved this job back then. You even signed a contract with us.'
Part 1 Ends, Part 2 Coming...
Sorry about the poor grammar and spelling, english was not one my strong subjects during school and life. So here it is. Give feed back =)
Yes, it's me
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
Created By: Screwed
More Stories Found at: Kirbycraft
Story Starts:
Yes, it's me... but who am I?
I don't know my name, my age, my gender. But I don't need to.
What I only need is purpose. Yes, purpose, if not for purpose I wouldn't have existed. I can't remember a thing... after the dropship crash 2 years ago.
Why did I write this? Why won't I just die and leave no trace like every other civillian out there? Yes, you got it... because of purpose. It was a rather calm day on the day of Christmas of 2260. I see kids holding their toy guns and acting like marines. I thought of me once being one of them. However this day was different. I got something for Christmas, nothing special, a card. I was invited to a historical World War 3 camp that has been abandoned after a new found race Yaals inhabited it in 2070. I don't know why but I went anyway. A fragmented tale... has suddenly displayed in my mind. I seem to know this place. Suddenly someone holds me by the arm.
'Welcome back, Professor Moscre. I've been waiting for you.'
'Why do you want me here?' I asked.
"Purpose...'
'Get to the point.'
'You've changed a lot since everyone died in that test run in 2256...'
'Test run?' A sudden pain urged through my body.
'You still don't remember do you? No doubt about that.. I guessed the machine erased your memory pretty well.' The person in navy blue responded.
'Don't play games with me, tell me all you know?'
'I may know more than you want to know. What I know may be true and may be false.'
'...'
'There was a project in the year 2256... You were one of the leading scientists.. Something went wrong and you had to die. We needed to you to die, you agreed because otherwise every secret would have gone out.'
'What secret? Why am I still alive? Are you here to finish me off?'
'We were building the most advanced body enhancer.. our lab is dealing with medical researches. Cloning and memory erasing is our most recent advances. Do you know what you are really seeing?'
'Get to the point; don't tell me this is all about the Matrix crap i saw in the movies a few weeks ago.'
'No Moscre... it is not the matrix... but right now you are not seeing the real me.. the real me died in the crash you were meant to die in 2 years ago, I am cloned. We've kept a print record of you, we made a copy of you… but you survived. We erased your memory. The cloned you is working with us in our department... until he died in an accident a few days ago. I need you to assist us with the project.'
'So you purposely tried to kill all the scientists in a crash, make it look like an accident, erased my memory and for all that I have to go back and help you?'
'Yes, you have no choice... You loved this job back then. You even signed a contract with us.'
Part 1 Ends, Part 2 Coming...
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Staredit.Net Essence on 2004-09-14 at 11:51:50
Great, I guess. Looking foward for part 2.
Still don't see a plot, though. More like everyone cloning themselves to kill everyone else with that advanced suit :/
Still don't see a plot, though. More like everyone cloning themselves to kill everyone else with that advanced suit :/
Report, edit, etc...Posted by DarkDeath19 on 2004-09-14 at 15:10:25
Nice, kinda confusing though... then again its probally meant to be confusing to make you want to read part 2
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Staredit.Net Essence on 2004-09-14 at 22:03:22
I'd probably go the other way... If it's confusing, you actually espect part 2 to also be like that. The point is more like to setup a nice environment, which I think he did well.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Screwed on 2004-09-15 at 07:40:36
Sorry, I could not think of anything better than this to follow up the standard of the previous story. This is Part 2, it doesn't make sense at all.
The mysterious person leads Moscre through a secret entrance in the abandoned WW3 Camp.
‘So what’s happening now?’
‘We will need you to hack through this data. You saved it; you should have an idea what the password is.’
‘What does it contain?’
‘The vital information we need, such as the Z-Orb.’
‘What is that?
‘It looks into the future, all it does is the lens curve around the universe once, so you see yourself but what you see isn’t now… you see what is in the future.’
‘Don’t you believe in second chances?’
‘No, there is no second chances, no choices. You have already made you choice in life… but it is only important to understand why you made it.’
‘What is the point of knowing why when you already made all your choices?’
‘Because life is full of knowing, life could change in a different dimension on a parallel universe – but there are no chances. You’ve made your choice, that’s it. If you are so stubborn, here’s your choice. Crack open the password for me or I will need to join your mind.’
‘Perhaps you should join my mind.’
Suddenly Moscre is locked onto a seat and a mask covers his face. As the man searches for fragmented pieces in Moscre’s life… there still isn’t any result.
‘Such a shame.’
‘What do I do now?’
‘We still need you, the world needs you. All these cloned people out there needs to die. I will hand you over to Dr. Drok. He can help you there.’
‘These people influence the future,’ said Dr. Drok.
‘They are cloned you see. I need you to kill them. If you don’t the world is doomed. They are not created for purpose, they should not have existed.’
‘Who are they?’
‘Firstly you need to kill Mrs Ratek. She’s a pretty old chappy. One shot will do her good. However… remember one thing. Never trust what she says, even though if it makes more sense than the bull
we have told you. Get it?’
‘Got it.’
Moscre rushes to Mrs Ratek’s house and knocks on the door. An old lady opens the door, her face entirely shocked.
‘Son, you’re back!’
‘Die old lady!’ Moscre massacres her into pieces until his gun goes empty.
Suddenly Moscre heard a voice.
‘You got the wrong person, I’m Mrs Ratek.’ Now behind the wall walks out a younger woman around the age of 50.
‘How can I trust you that you are?’
‘You don’t need to. You came here with purpose.’
‘Who are you? You should’ve been dead, just that I killed the wrong person.’
‘I’m you mother.’
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘I am, you don’t even know your last name. Yes, it is Ratek. Your full name is Moscre Ratek.’
‘The guy I work for said not to trust you.’
‘You don’t have to trust him either, how can you trust someone without knowing his origin and name?’
‘I don’t know my origin and name before, but I trust myself fairly well.’
‘Up to you son, how about I fill you in on some details?’
Part two Ends… Part 3 Coming (With more action)
The mysterious person leads Moscre through a secret entrance in the abandoned WW3 Camp.
‘So what’s happening now?’
‘We will need you to hack through this data. You saved it; you should have an idea what the password is.’
‘What does it contain?’
‘The vital information we need, such as the Z-Orb.’
‘What is that?
‘It looks into the future, all it does is the lens curve around the universe once, so you see yourself but what you see isn’t now… you see what is in the future.’
‘Don’t you believe in second chances?’
‘No, there is no second chances, no choices. You have already made you choice in life… but it is only important to understand why you made it.’
‘What is the point of knowing why when you already made all your choices?’
‘Because life is full of knowing, life could change in a different dimension on a parallel universe – but there are no chances. You’ve made your choice, that’s it. If you are so stubborn, here’s your choice. Crack open the password for me or I will need to join your mind.’
‘Perhaps you should join my mind.’
Suddenly Moscre is locked onto a seat and a mask covers his face. As the man searches for fragmented pieces in Moscre’s life… there still isn’t any result.
‘Such a shame.’
‘What do I do now?’
‘We still need you, the world needs you. All these cloned people out there needs to die. I will hand you over to Dr. Drok. He can help you there.’
‘These people influence the future,’ said Dr. Drok.
‘They are cloned you see. I need you to kill them. If you don’t the world is doomed. They are not created for purpose, they should not have existed.’
‘Who are they?’
‘Firstly you need to kill Mrs Ratek. She’s a pretty old chappy. One shot will do her good. However… remember one thing. Never trust what she says, even though if it makes more sense than the bull
we have told you. Get it?’‘Got it.’
Moscre rushes to Mrs Ratek’s house and knocks on the door. An old lady opens the door, her face entirely shocked.
‘Son, you’re back!’
‘Die old lady!’ Moscre massacres her into pieces until his gun goes empty.
Suddenly Moscre heard a voice.
‘You got the wrong person, I’m Mrs Ratek.’ Now behind the wall walks out a younger woman around the age of 50.
‘How can I trust you that you are?’
‘You don’t need to. You came here with purpose.’
‘Who are you? You should’ve been dead, just that I killed the wrong person.’
‘I’m you mother.’
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘I am, you don’t even know your last name. Yes, it is Ratek. Your full name is Moscre Ratek.’
‘The guy I work for said not to trust you.’
‘You don’t have to trust him either, how can you trust someone without knowing his origin and name?’
‘I don’t know my origin and name before, but I trust myself fairly well.’
‘Up to you son, how about I fill you in on some details?’
Part two Ends… Part 3 Coming (With more action)
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Staredit.Net Essence on 2004-09-15 at 13:10:45
You do realize a short story... Is a story that has a qualificative of "short", do you 
Report, edit, etc...Posted by T.s.u.k.a.s.a on 2004-09-27 at 18:55:59
Gr8 story. It isn't exactly short though. Is there going to be a part 2? If so good luck. If not, the hell with you, just kidding, you're okay.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by EzDay281 on 2004-09-27 at 19:40:43
That WAS part 2... ;\
PRetty good I guess, if kinda unoriginal, but then, you might have not heard of any stories or ideas like this.
GJ
PRetty good I guess, if kinda unoriginal, but then, you might have not heard of any stories or ideas like this.
GJ
Report, edit, etc...Posted by KaboomHahahein on 2004-10-03 at 14:39:19
I was just wondering. How many parts are you gonn have in your short story? It's not really short if you have more parts but story's pretty good.