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Crandall's Conspiracy (CRE2017) (Writer)
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Crandall's Conspiracy
This is the story of Crandall's conspiracy. At this time neither Crandall or myself are able to disclose anything other than the words that are here. I cannot provide proof or any background on my source. This may change in time.
Now Crandall has an opinion about everything and claimed to have "put the dots together" to finally get a clear picture about what is really going on here on Earth. It's hard to write about because this picture is as bleak as it can get. Not only are multiple theories put together in one story, but there is no happy ending, ever...from what I know so far.
Crandall believes that people are really only animals on this planet and that they have been altered and harvested since their creation. Only their creator was not a benevolent all-being...it was a group of higher intelligence creatures that could only be described as the equivalent of our doctors and scientists.
"People are the easiest animal to control." Crandall would muse. "They are so easily led into doing what is necessary."
I would sit patiently, listening to long silent pauses on the cassette...waiting for the next dot to be connected to the story. After time the voice would continue and I would resume typing as I listened.
"Once they figured out that we could be brainwashed from birth, they decided how to create separate groups of personalities and characters. Predator and prey types, victims, heroes...it didn't make a difference to them, it was all to further their own understanding and control."
Usually after admitting something horrifying out loud, the session would come to an abrupt end and after 20 minutes of silence I would turn the machine off. I had to come to learn that each tape held a separate piece of the story, and once it became too hard to continue I knew that Crandall had retired to rest and regroup. Within a short period of time, perhaps even hours later a newly sealed package would arrive with the next tape. I would steal a glance at it sitting on my counter top throughout the day until I could reveal it's contents later. I learned to be concerned about what I would be hearing next.
By 10 pm, my agreed upon time for "the revealing"...I could easily have anything from 1-20 tapes to transcribe depending on how much of a roll Crandall had been on. Sometimes it was too much to bear and always it was huge and difficult to digest. But I had become addicted and needed to keep listening by this point. I pushed "play" on the recorder and waited to begin.
"We were so stupid," the voice sounded weary and sad.
"We let them turn us against each other, we let them do it and we supported them and even cheered them on..." Crandall often sounded incredulous as if pontificating and then reliving certain memories that sounded personal.
"It's no wonder newborns suck their thumbs in the womb...we need coping mechanisms before we're even born yet...then we need coping mechanisms after we're born here. Why didn't we ever wonder what we were coping with? Why? Because they learned quickly how to distract us from anything that was going to help us. They controlled all the information we were exposed to over the years, rewriting history again and again."
Crandall now sounded bitter and I was ready to hear weeping at any moment. This knowledge was all real to Crandall and it was only my place to type down what I heard. But it was getting really hard to separate what was real from what I was hearing, and it became harder to know what was real. I kept on because it was paying me well but I worried that it was affecting my health. After all I'd heard by this point I was fairly convinced that my health was already beyond repair, considering all the purposeful toxins I had ingested over the years. It just sounded too logical for me to debate.
"The imagination was a wonderful creation, it allowed us to believe in nicey-nice stories...stories about love and being born for a reason. Like destiny and karma and souls and all that."
I sipped some coffee and waited for more. Crandall was fired up, I could tell that this session would be a longer one. As I sat my cup down the voice was back and I resumed typing.
"Make the slaves think they're free...let them think they're making choices and decisions, and they will follow the carrot and repopulate with more slaves...and they will brainwash them with all they know, and on and on we go!" Frowning slightly, I heard laughter.
"Civilization...ahh, yes how civil! We built institutions where we could start the process at birth, and they sat back while watching us do it to ourselves, it's quite brilliant really..."
I glanced to check that the coffee maker light was still on, apparently it was going to be a late night...I could tell.
"And don't forget the drugs, ooh the drugs they were so popular! They let us all play and experiment and it was all just a part of their plan. They figured out how to lead us along while we still did their bidding for them. We are right on schedule as they know what's about to take place and we silly animals still haven't got the notion, really. If we had ever figured out that we were just here to serve their purpose and that we didn't matter at all...would we have been any different?"
Getting up quickly I knew that a question meant enough of a pause for me to have time to refill my mug and get back. To be safe I clicked "stop" on the machine. Crandall would pause and reflect on the question before responding with another part of the story. But still I didn't want to take the chance.
"They let us have our hope, with our doctors and healers...then they used them against us to inject us and convince us..." I quickly lit a cigarette knowing this next part would make my stomach hurt.
"And when we're dying we think we get to go somewhere else that is better!" then Crandall dissolved into laughter and I vomited into my garbage can. "Please don't..." I whispered..."please don't keep going with that." Then I wiped my mouth with my hand and took a puff, a sip and placed my fingers back on the keyboard.
"They know it all could be finished so easily without anybody even knowing it happened...but no! They are watching us suffer and die, for educational purposes, damn you!! Like we do to other animals because we're too stupid and arrogant to communicate with them!!" I paused hearing something muffled in the background like a chair being knocked over or kicked. Crandall continued on, "And all along it's been their plan, the entire thing has been quite a success...we should be so bloody proud. Next tape!" That was the first time I'd been told to continue. I was concerned.
I put the next cassette in the machine and waited for the voice to begin.
"We haven't killed our damn planet, what we've done is terraform it for them! There's more tapes coming but this is the end result so transcriber please make note of this." I typed quickly, trying to keep up but stopped when I realized Crandall was addressing me personally. Without thinking, I nodded and waited to see if there was more.
"That's enough for tonight!" and then I heard a click. For the first time Crandall had hit "stop recording" and I sat back to consider what I'd just heard.
(To be continued)
jacy
This is the story of Crandall's conspiracy. At this time neither Crandall or myself are able to disclose anything other than the words that are here. I cannot provide proof or any background on my source. This may change in time.
Now Crandall has an opinion about everything and claimed to have "put the dots together" to finally get a clear picture about what is really going on here on Earth. It's hard to write about because this picture is as bleak as it can get. Not only are multiple theories put together in one story, but there is no happy ending, ever...from what I know so far.
Crandall believes that people are really only animals on this planet and that they have been altered and harvested since their creation. Only their creator was not a benevolent all-being...it was a group of higher intelligence creatures that could only be described as the equivalent of our doctors and scientists.
"People are the easiest animal to control." Crandall would muse. "They are so easily led into doing what is necessary."
I would sit patiently, listening to long silent pauses on the cassette...waiting for the next dot to be connected to the story. After time the voice would continue and I would resume typing as I listened.
"Once they figured out that we could be brainwashed from birth, they decided how to create separate groups of personalities and characters. Predator and prey types, victims, heroes...it didn't make a difference to them, it was all to further their own understanding and control."
Usually after admitting something horrifying out loud, the session would come to an abrupt end and after 20 minutes of silence I would turn the machine off. I had to come to learn that each tape held a separate piece of the story, and once it became too hard to continue I knew that Crandall had retired to rest and regroup. Within a short period of time, perhaps even hours later a newly sealed package would arrive with the next tape. I would steal a glance at it sitting on my counter top throughout the day until I could reveal it's contents later. I learned to be concerned about what I would be hearing next.
By 10 pm, my agreed upon time for "the revealing"...I could easily have anything from 1-20 tapes to transcribe depending on how much of a roll Crandall had been on. Sometimes it was too much to bear and always it was huge and difficult to digest. But I had become addicted and needed to keep listening by this point. I pushed "play" on the recorder and waited to begin.
"We were so stupid," the voice sounded weary and sad.
"We let them turn us against each other, we let them do it and we supported them and even cheered them on..." Crandall often sounded incredulous as if pontificating and then reliving certain memories that sounded personal.
"It's no wonder newborns suck their thumbs in the womb...we need coping mechanisms before we're even born yet...then we need coping mechanisms after we're born here. Why didn't we ever wonder what we were coping with? Why? Because they learned quickly how to distract us from anything that was going to help us. They controlled all the information we were exposed to over the years, rewriting history again and again."
Crandall now sounded bitter and I was ready to hear weeping at any moment. This knowledge was all real to Crandall and it was only my place to type down what I heard. But it was getting really hard to separate what was real from what I was hearing, and it became harder to know what was real. I kept on because it was paying me well but I worried that it was affecting my health. After all I'd heard by this point I was fairly convinced that my health was already beyond repair, considering all the purposeful toxins I had ingested over the years. It just sounded too logical for me to debate.
"The imagination was a wonderful creation, it allowed us to believe in nicey-nice stories...stories about love and being born for a reason. Like destiny and karma and souls and all that."
I sipped some coffee and waited for more. Crandall was fired up, I could tell that this session would be a longer one. As I sat my cup down the voice was back and I resumed typing.
"Make the slaves think they're free...let them think they're making choices and decisions, and they will follow the carrot and repopulate with more slaves...and they will brainwash them with all they know, and on and on we go!" Frowning slightly, I heard laughter.
"Civilization...ahh, yes how civil! We built institutions where we could start the process at birth, and they sat back while watching us do it to ourselves, it's quite brilliant really..."
I glanced to check that the coffee maker light was still on, apparently it was going to be a late night...I could tell.
"And don't forget the drugs, ooh the drugs they were so popular! They let us all play and experiment and it was all just a part of their plan. They figured out how to lead us along while we still did their bidding for them. We are right on schedule as they know what's about to take place and we silly animals still haven't got the notion, really. If we had ever figured out that we were just here to serve their purpose and that we didn't matter at all...would we have been any different?"
Getting up quickly I knew that a question meant enough of a pause for me to have time to refill my mug and get back. To be safe I clicked "stop" on the machine. Crandall would pause and reflect on the question before responding with another part of the story. But still I didn't want to take the chance.
"They let us have our hope, with our doctors and healers...then they used them against us to inject us and convince us..." I quickly lit a cigarette knowing this next part would make my stomach hurt.
"And when we're dying we think we get to go somewhere else that is better!" then Crandall dissolved into laughter and I vomited into my garbage can. "Please don't..." I whispered..."please don't keep going with that." Then I wiped my mouth with my hand and took a puff, a sip and placed my fingers back on the keyboard.
"They know it all could be finished so easily without anybody even knowing it happened...but no! They are watching us suffer and die, for educational purposes, damn you!! Like we do to other animals because we're too stupid and arrogant to communicate with them!!" I paused hearing something muffled in the background like a chair being knocked over or kicked. Crandall continued on, "And all along it's been their plan, the entire thing has been quite a success...we should be so bloody proud. Next tape!" That was the first time I'd been told to continue. I was concerned.
I put the next cassette in the machine and waited for the voice to begin.
"We haven't killed our damn planet, what we've done is terraform it for them! There's more tapes coming but this is the end result so transcriber please make note of this." I typed quickly, trying to keep up but stopped when I realized Crandall was addressing me personally. Without thinking, I nodded and waited to see if there was more.
"That's enough for tonight!" and then I heard a click. For the first time Crandall had hit "stop recording" and I sat back to consider what I'd just heard.
(To be continued)
jacy
a reply to: szino9
Hey szino9, thank you so much!
I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
I had to quickly give you a star, as your star count was set at 666...lol...
If you have posted a story, I will find it shortly and read. I try to support all the other writers who participate, because this site has a lot of talent...and I really enjoy the contests!
jacy
Hey szino9, thank you so much!
I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
I had to quickly give you a star, as your star count was set at 666...lol...
If you have posted a story, I will find it shortly and read. I try to support all the other writers who participate, because this site has a lot of talent...and I really enjoy the contests!
jacy
a reply to: FauxMulder
Thanks for your kind words, friend!
This was just a little something I wrote for myself...saw the new contest and decided it would fit the theme.
I like to participate, and read what everyone else comes up with. (and support the new writers)
Oodles of talented members here!!
jacy
Thanks for your kind words, friend!
This was just a little something I wrote for myself...saw the new contest and decided it would fit the theme.
I like to participate, and read what everyone else comes up with. (and support the new writers)
Oodles of talented members here!!
jacy
Wow! I had visitors!
Thank you 727Sky, knowledgehunter and Blue...for coming by and leaving such lovely comments!
I really appreciate it.
(Please don't forget to support the non-writers who are trying to gain their "Writer" status here!!)
Much love,
jacy
Thank you 727Sky, knowledgehunter and Blue...for coming by and leaving such lovely comments!
I really appreciate it.
(Please don't forget to support the non-writers who are trying to gain their "Writer" status here!!)
Much love,
jacy
Wait a minute! You can't just say 'to be continued' after
that buildup. Grr... I guess I'll just chew on this carrot
for now.
Top quality work Jacy!
that buildup. Grr... I guess I'll just chew on this carrot
for now.
Top quality work Jacy!
a reply to: shlaw
Oh geez, shlaw...you're too kind.
Thank you!
I may not add any more, it's already pretty long.
I'm hoping that you're going to enter too...? I'm expecting to read about how cats created humans, or something!!
(maybe Crandall is a cat, eh?)
jacy
Oh geez, shlaw...you're too kind.
Thank you!
I may not add any more, it's already pretty long.
I'm hoping that you're going to enter too...? I'm expecting to read about how cats created humans, or something!!
(maybe Crandall is a cat, eh?)
jacy
originally posted by: jacygirl
a reply to: shlaw
I'm expecting to read about how cats created humans, or something!!
jacy
As ordered... I hope you appreciate how many scratches I endured
to get it done.
edit on 3-6-2017 by shlaw because: (no reason given)
edit on 3-6-2017 by shlaw because: (no reason given)
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