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OG GA$ MA$K

 Vol 1 

 A Post Apocalyptic Sci-F NoveI 

 by Brad Spliff

Epilogue

Belle Isle

Detroit, MI

11:00 pm

Nov. 13 2099

I was there; I was there the day OG GA$ MA$K saved the world, altered the course of human evolution and history forever. Many Economists, Environmentalists, and other intelligent minds of our time including OG GA$ MA$K himself, warned them that the way they were living was unsustainable. that the earth and her resources were finite. He led a group called the PhotoNumerals that used Grafitti, Performance Art, and Artistic Protest as a part of Enviornmentalist protests. Their mission was to bring light to the catastrophic impact of capitalism and the eco terrorism that it perpetuated. It was all futile however, the world descended into resource wars once the resources became scarce and the climate made certain countries uninhabitable. Corrupt and Drunk with power, the worlds leaders caused the deaths of millions of innocents, and soldiers. The World, Hurtling Toward Nuclear War Was On a Fast track to destruction. After years of resource wars the nuclear wars started, And OG GA$ MA$K had finally had enough. 

I had noting, But that was all I Needed. Soon All that was within me would bring me all that I desired and deserved. I stood in awe upon a high hill overlooking my hometown. I saw him; or rather I saw his silhouette. Floating high above the skyline. His arms outstretched The sky seemed to fracture behind him. No; Not the sky .. It was reality it self. The literal fabric of time was warping around him. OG GA$ MA$K had stopped the entire world In time itself. Moments before the impact of nuclear bombs that would have surely wiped out my home town, somehow I was unaffected. I witnessed him create from thin air millions of pods made of an alloy I had never seen before. The metal glowed and had a Sentience to it. The Pods seemed capable of space travel as I could see rocket thrusters propelling them into the Troposphere. Suddenly I was inside one of my very own. Customized to exactly fit my personality and preferences. I stumbled to one of the windows that was glowing with a faint purple and green light. I felt the craft increase its Thrust as it propelled itself upward through the stratosphere.

I saw the shadows of millions of pods. some with their own inhabitants already poised in the window in awe or fright. Some had looks of morbid curiosity and mere boredom. Others still had not even ventured toward their windows, no doubt in a panic or state of shock at the abrupt change in location, or even just the shock of such sudden confinement. I sat myself on the floor , with my back to the window. I wondered of my brother and mother. where were they? were they alright? surely they too had been placed in pods of their own. I gazed at the door, the number 94 Was on my pods door. I soon heard a voice, clear, confident, and assuring. He spoke, but the way he chose his words and his speech made me aware that he was speaking to us all. I Listened Intently. The more he spoke. the less I worried about if I was safe.

He Started slowly "I Know you are probably" he paused "No definitely" He corrected himself "Definitely wondering. what is going on?" He said in a slightly animated voice that im sure he intended to break the tension of the situation with humor. It did not. He took a deep breath, after a nervous chuckle and started again. "Those in power have put you and our world in grave danger. for years they have ignored mine, my colleagues, and even their own economists warnings that their greed would lead to the destruction of our planet. Our planet has been slowly becoming more uninhabitable as the wars wage on and time goes by. I warned that soon their actions would make the earth unwelcoming to the innocents who benefit naught from your endless wars and the destroying of our eco systems. I have done my bes t to prevent myself from acting directly and intervening. I have worked tirelessly with my colleagues and those who wish to help the innocent at doing just that but today that day has come. Today a nuclear strike heading for every capital city of a major power. This would have ended millions of innocent lives." 

He paused and continued but his voice seemed more, stern and less playful than at first. "This was no doubt orchestrated by your generals and war mongers" he said in obvious contempt . "I Have suspended the world in a stasis bubble covering its entire circumfrence and diameter.. This bubble allows time to run independently of our universes natural loop. This was necessary for me to save millions of innocent lives. I will not stop the bombs for those who have fired them shall all meet an end they intended for others. I have transported the world leaders and generals responsible for the attacks to the cities they themselves targeted. Let this be a warning to the rest of you. Cease these wars and this cycle of violence or you will be left to your fate. I cannot sit idly by while millions of innocent lives are ended all at once. I should have stopped you long ago and that is my biggest regret. I have placed the marginalized, disenfranchised, impoverished, and all other innocent civillian's into specialized pods I designed and created. This will take them to a planet outside this solar system that is within the habitable zone of a similar star. I have terraformed this planet to be fit for human life and for a sustainable civilization to expand in whatever way you see fit. Know this however, I will not save mankind again." His voice faded and I suddenly had the worst headace imaginable. I laid down on the bed, It was somehow the perfect size and firmness. 

I only remember waking up, and looking out a window from my bed. I was drifting across a sea of stars into the ever expanding void of space. stars surrounded me or so it seemed. I had never seen a darkness so pure, yet stars so bright.