Posts Tagged ‘Operation Gravewalker’

Greetings fellow inmates!

Just a short one for you. I’m going to do something a little bit different today. I’ve been reminiscing. You see, i was looking back at my older posts earlier and i felt that they were unceremoniously being forgotten in favor of more recent ones. I’m referring mostly to my older poems. A couple of my older favorites don’t seem to get much attention anymore. That’s nobody’s fault but my own of course, but i feel it is a shame. So, i thought I’d write a post highlighting my older favorites so newer inmate additions to the blog could give them a gander without searching through the archives. Links are provided of course!

Poetry

Tarquin – A story about a twisted killer butler.
Lives of masks – A poem about what masks mean to people.
How to kill an angel – A dark poem about punishing an angel. First time i was afraid of offending people with my writing.
Lighthouses – A sad poem about the selflessness of lighthouses.
World-weariness – A poem close to my heart. A personal favorite of mine. A story about my view of the world.
Insanity – A word on human nature and what sanity and insanity means to me.
The story of man and madness – A dark poem on romance and revenge.
Recipe for disaster – A recipe for a human being.

Fiction

The Hell did that come from?! – An enigmatic piece about someone becoming something other than human.
The Oldschool Harlequin – A piece about the supernatural being the Oldschool Harlequin.
The Harlequin: Passage One – The monologue of a killer. There has been a 2nd passage too.

Well, there you go! These are not all of the older posts I’ve created, i just feel these are some of my best works. I implore anybody to read them and give them a chance. Each and every piece i create is hugely important to me, whether it be a poem or some random piece of writing. So yes, if you ever have the time or you’re just bored, give them a gander. It’d mean a lot and i reckon you won’t be disappointed! I tip my hat to you.

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Have a very crazy day!

So much for me posting this the other night eh? Sorry about that, i sort of fell asleep and forgot i was writing it up. I seem to keep doing that recently. My bad! This is simply a short monologue by a convict who was made to go through the aetherisation process that was mentioned in the previous Gravewalker post.

 

“Heroes they called us. What a load of bull! Then again, how could they have known any different? The government never told the populace what the operation was about. They had no idea what the State was gonna do to us. I call us human sacrifices! We aren’t all volunteers after all. It’s not like we’re human anymore. We’re Spirits now. We are the real ghosts in the machine.

Operation Gravewalker it was called. The idea was to turn us into walking tanks, the ultimate war machines. I’m guessing it’s to do with that so-called “big discovery” down in Chile. Some old ruin or something. Ya don’t hear all that much about world news in jail. We gave up our humanity to protect our friends and families. Apparently. I ain’t got any family or friends. Some of the others did it out of love, some felt some stupid divine calling and some did it out of guilt. I was forced. A real human sacrifice to the State.

I won’t forget the process itself. I got told to stand in this small white room. Then all of a sudden one of the walls opened up, behind it was this robot looking thing. Almost like out of the old transformers. It just stood there, dead. I didn’t really know what to do, so i just stood there. Suddenly i felt this massive force of cold, like being thrown into an arctic pool. It went on for a few minutes i think, hard to tell. I looked at my hands. They were dissolving! But they were still there, it was like my hands became a gas. A couple more minutes passed and my whole body got turned into this gas. They told me this was exactly what was meant to happen. The bastards took my body and turned me into a damn ghost.

Their plan succeeded. We sure did become unstoppable weapons of war. That robot body was sure no simple Japanese entertainment bot. It was one of them. Our bodies got reduced to fuel to power them: our suits of armour. No, perhaps our homes? Another prison? It’s like sitting inside of a sauna, but you can’t leave. So hot. It was so cold before, why does it have to be hot now? Our spirit bodies burn to bring them to life. Our spirits burn to drive them headlong through gunfire. Our spirits burn to give them the power to smash armies. They call them the Monoliths. And let me tell you this: they are goddamn scary! Now I’m goddamn scary! Haha!  We are the ghosts in the machine.”

I’ve been toying with an idea recently, I’m not going to reveal everything here straight away but i thought I’d type up a few notes I’ve written. Just for flavor reasons, you understand. Surprisingly enough its actually a science fiction idea, as opposed to my usual endeavors. Hopefully I’m going to type up another piece of writing later on tonight. Well, that’s the plan anyway.

Operation Gravewalker: Special forces directive using undisclosed means to turn both volunteers and convicts into ‘Spirits’. These spirits act as spectral pilots and fuel for the ‘Monoliths’.

Monolith: Mechanical weapons of war. Usually bipedal, but can be modified however the pilot wishes or requires. Requires a human being to be ‘Aetherised’ to control the machine. The pilots incorporeal form acts as fuel for the ‘Furnace’. A pilot is anchored to the Monolith, but does not have to permanently reside within it.

Spirits: A spirit is a human being who has gone through the ‘Aetherisation’ process and become an incorporeal being akin to a ghost of legend. Like the traditional myths,  Spirits are able to use many of the same abilities attributed to ghosts, such as possession of inanimate objects and passing through solid walls for example.

The Furnace: The “engine” of a Monolith. A mystical power source that requires spectral energy to operate. Able to produce colossal amounts of power but for obvious reasons spectral energy is hard to come by. A Spirit pilots body burns for all time within a Monolith to keep his or her Furnace active.

Aetherisation: Process of converting a humans body into a spectral being without killing them. An unknown machine owned by the state is used for this purpose. The subject loses their physical body permanently, but is able to perform many actions that are traditionally attributed to ghosts. They are then known as ‘Spirits’.