xx December, 30XX
I do not remember when it all began but I remember it was the coldest and fiercest of winters just like today.
I still remember the freezing cold, the merciless barrage of snow pelting against me and the howling and screeching wind that raged against me as if trying to warn me from something terrible....
Like the weather itself was trying to stop me from walking down the path I had intended to walk towards.
I should have stopped back then.
I should have turned back and just walked away.
But I kept on pushing ahead with slow but determined steps, kept on fighting back against the raging storm and kept on moving forward.
I do not know what year it is now or what month or even day it is today but I remember the weather back then was similar to the one today so I assume it must be December.
I know that I do not have much time to live.
I write as if possessed knowing that this might...no....this will be my last message to the world.
My purpose is to leave a record as I recall and narrate the tragedy that began on that day.
I remember how it all began and what it led to.
I still tremble in fear and regret as I recall the day I met him.
I wish to turn back time.
I would do anything to erase the mistake that shattered all hopes and dreams of peace, freedom and self identity.
But I know that it is my own wishful thinking. It is simply an improbable and impossible desire of mine.
So my last wish is to die peacefully with no regrets with this book in my hand that tells all the facts as I know without leaving anything.
I hope someday someone somewhere in the future from now which I hope is a happier place than it is today would come across a carcass near the small house built in the mountains that has a book held in its skeletal hands.
I wish that they read the book held in the corpse's bony fingers and learn about the lost history and the truth behind the tragedy of that day.
I wish to tell a story to the future through this book....a tale my empty eyes and skeletal remains wouldn't be able to tell.
This is my life's story to you who have come across this book which I tell with desperation and fear as I hide in the mountains barely clinging to life and nearly starving to death.
The only thing keeping me alive is my desire to keep a record so that I may not be a forgotten entity.
I am simply a man with a sad story of a sad past and a sadder future.
I do not know who you are and you may not know who I was.
If things proceed as I fear they would then the entire history you know is all a fabricated lie.
My name is Doctor Kaysar Brind.
If the history was twisted as I assume it would, you might know of me to be a cowardly traitor who ran away and fabricated lies against the one in power.
You might even know me to be worse than that if they made it to be so.
To whoever got their hands on this book...the things written down may seem unbelievable, unrealistic and untrue to you but I assure you that every word of it is completely true no matter how ludicrous it may seem.
Before you read this, I earnestly request you to kindly forget about all what you may know of me.
I hope you read this with a clear mind and forget everything you have ever learnt or know of history.
You might be reading this with clear disbelief at what may seem as a far fetched conspiracy or ramblings of a crazy old man on the brink of death.
But I hope that you keep on reading this till the very end and learn of the truth despite your reasonable doubts.
I do not hope to convince you or even make you fully understand what I had been through but I wish to at least let you know the truth of what exactly happened in my time.
Let me tell you a bit about myself first.
I do not have a last will even if I am dead so you may keep whatever you find among my personal belongings to yourself.
I have no family.
They are all either physically without a pulse or dead despite being alive....
.... Existing as an inhuman creature not worthy of being called a human.
A machine.
Or a being controlled by others.
Lacking free thought or will.
There is no one I love.
I do not even have anyone I can trust.
There is no one I can consider family either.
I cannot completely trust myself either.....
I live at a time where you do not have freedom or free will.
A world where your own thoughts aren't your own.
You cannot trust anyone.
You cannot love anyone.
You cannot befreind anyone.
You live a life of fear and paranoia.
You cannot let your thoughts be known or even speak your mind.
Because those close to you may be under their control.
They might have a chip implanted in their body that takes control of them like a slowly acting poison.
They look at you fondly but there might be someone else watching you through their eyes...observing everything about you with cold, calculating eyes.
And you might never even know.....
Yes.
It does sound farfetched but they are unfortunately facts that are and were always true since that day.
I suppose I should tell you exactly what happened that day.
The day I met him.
Doctor Ernestine Schrader.
The brilliant scientist and prodigy, the man who was once considered as the most intelligent of the human race.
The terrifying genius obsessed with his experiments.
An unfeeling psychopath who would do anything to get results.
The man.....no...the demon.... who created the dreaded micro and nanochip that destroyed the world.
....MC 10889 A and NC 13049 D
Let me start at the very beginning of it all.
Let me begin by telling you a story.
My story.