LIT Creative SAC – Candide

My name is James Casbolt. Because of my upbringing, I cannot relate to any fellow human beings. I have memories
that come back to me as a result of regression therapy, but since the invasion, nothing in life has really mattered.
My emotions have become so numbed, I cannot possibly tell you, but I have just seen so many extraordinary
things that nothing seems extraordinary to me anymore. Yet, as I as I write this, I am the happiest person you
could ever come across. The death of half of the population by the Draco Prime invasion was all meant to be so.
It was all good for us as humans – that is, to utterly obliterate society so we could create the best of all possible
worlds. All our training came in handy mind you, despite all the horrible downsides. And looking back at the
events that seemed like they happened millions of years ago, I can say I feel like I have actually achieved something.
I am here in a homestead with my fellow comrades as we celebrate the success of our trails, cultivating our garden,
raising flocks of animals and having beers on the Friday afternoon. These are rewards for putting our human
mentally to the test to the point where our personalities were split. As I write this (in order to remember these
things) my friend Christopher Cacambo Christodoulopoulos, or CC and C man, kindly helps me to locate the
fragments of my personality that still have memories in the archive of my mind somewhere. What a satisfying
feeling it is that we have created the best of all possible worlds. If it wasn’t for all the suffering, none of this would
be possible.
You are probably thinking that this is absolutely ludicrous (I certainly agree), however, to you it may be stranger
to know that the fact that I have been put through brutal training and witnessed the death of my friend is only the
tip of the iceberg. I grew up in an environment where we were conditioned to traumatic experiences from birth.
It cannot be said that anything I have been through is “for the best.” If it was not for my mentor and Irish handler
Danu, who raised me in military boot camps (that treated us like the slaves in the plantations) I wouldn’t be able
to manage through the hardships. She taught me the fundamental beliefs of remaining optimistic during the trials
and tribulations that she knew were to come. She used to say to me, “James whatever happens, remember they
are all precursors to the best of all possible worlds. We are training you to become one of the earth’s most powerful
soldiers to make the world a paradise. Whatever happens, these events will define the fate of time itself. When
you would think you cannot bear it anymore, remember this one thing: what ever happens to you, is a perfect
means to grown and character building. Tribulations make us grow. And the more that come, the stronger you
will become.” Talk about a load of nonsense, because these trials I went through where not to build us, but to
make us into robots really.
This all began 2003 in Lisbon where my father Neal – the greatest scientist and doctor specialising in frankenology,
experimental physics, occultology, heliocentrism and Babylonism (talking trash) – raised me to see that despite the
circumstances, not all was bad. In fact, at this point, it might be worthwhile mentioning that he was just like Danu,
a Leibnizian Optimist, and certainly seemed out of his mind with his belief that everything that exists is meant to
be for the good.
“God gave us this mouth to proclaim truth and wisdom. He gave me this to teach you son.” “Wow, that sounds
very cool. Dad,” I said sarcastically, “what about those that have mouths that cannot seem to close and mind their
own business?” Dad laughed. “Anything that is done under the sun is sufficient James. What seems evil is, in
reality, not actually evil. Whatever is, is right. This is what God knows you know.” Naturally, I grew up with his
ideas so that makes me (naturally) a follower of Theodicy. However, these was put to the test. Not long after this
conversation, I was taken by two men in suits to the OMEGA OSIRIS 1 program in the woods in the underground
base facility called the AL/499 P.A.N.G.L.O.S.S DVK101-303.
They said to me that they keep nuclear weapons there, but I could not believe them because since my dad worked
for these people, I could no tell if they were being sarcastic in using that term as a secret code for something else,
or just optimistic maniacs that actually did have bombs. I vehemently prayed that they were just being sarcastic.
Actually instead, they kept genetically modified animal human hybrids in cages and many secret technology and
UFO parts they had collected over the years. What happened there was the beginning of my roller-coaster life.
Once I was inside, a man named commander Calvius wearing a special forces uniform escorted me through the
room with a big fat white smile on his face, that lacked authenticity. I was taken into the barracks where I stayed
with my fellow comrades (for almost the next five years!) The whole aim of the training was to produce and
prompt obedience to authority, the ability to endure pain and hardship and courage and victory in battle. However,
the reward for the champion was not disclosed. It was meant to be a tremendous shock upon us all and a way to
bring about compulsory conditioning. We began with warm-ups for the first two years: night-time swimming,
forty laps in the cold artic pool, early mornings in the mud flats where, if one breaks the rules, all must remain
submerged in the mud with only their heads visible until sunrise. We also part took in laborious activities by
training in air, by sea, land and the extremes, but nothing compared to what our team went through later.
One of our comrades was a man by the name of Wally Wachsman who had a philosophical humanist view in life.
He became quite a good friend of mine during these hardships in the military however, the OMEGA OSIRIS 1
program cannot tolerate such behaviour. He was taken away and from what I heard, they striped him naked, and
was bashed. Soon after men and woman in suits came inside our dorms and exported us into a laboratory, injecting
us what I know later recall that we were drugged. This happened so we can watch our beloved friend die and to
learn to not adhere to the voices of an alternative mindset which challenged Danu’s optimism. and saw him being
ritually abused inside a coffin. I will not go into detail because nothing about this is for the faint of heart, but a
nude woman with guys in robes grabbed a knife and mutilated his tool for scientific endeavour and plucked out
his eyes. Then they threw him into a cage with the genetically modified wolf named Lodovico the Lycaon who
took care of the rest. Limb by limb, for about an hour but it felt like years. The wolf man snarled at us with a face
covered in our beloved friend’s blood. The horror was indescribable! We all watched this is traumatised and
paralysed. One of my team mates was Holly who was in her late early 30s. She was sobbing and convulsing in fear
as if she was having a sizer! After all this, I began to admire the mental endurance of my father, Danu and the
other handlers. Cleary they were not human at all! Callvius then regularly let us out with a normal, “okay, carry
on.”
We were then taken down back to our bunks and we all went to bed with the lights on. “That’s it! I am done here
dad! You idiot!” I proclaimed. “I am giving up your nugatory optimism once and for all!” I began to punch my
pillow in anger. “I agree. It is just a means to justify their satanic plans and actions.” Max commented from across
the room. Holly was now crying inside her pillow. “I did not sign up for this man!” Barry complains. “What do
the even need us for?” All of a sudden, C man comes running in screaming “It’s here!”. “What now?” I yelled back.
“There is a blood moon in the sky..” “Oh this is great news!! I don even know what you mean, but it sounds bad!”
“Dude that’s a stretch. Don’t make a fool of yourself Jason.” Barry scoffs. “Wally, Wally, Wally … Don’t go….”
Holly mumbles miserably paying no attention to what is happening. “Yo, this is serious.” The walls and the ground
convulsed and shook. Flames erupted in the hallway outside. The place fell apart along with an unbearable sound
of a great roar. In a moment, I find myself on the floor, alarms going off around me, smoke in the lungs and
furniture all over the place. I slowly regain my senses as I get up. “What… was… that?” Barry King coughs “oh,
carp. Is everyone okay?” Suddenly, outside were the horrible sounds of a nightmare. Nothing could do justice to
describe it, but to me, I think it sounded like a grinding metal with lasers guns echoing all around us. “It’s got to
be God’s judgement. Its has to be,” Jason Laycock proclaims with panic. “For being so ignorant.” I put in
frustrated, “what are you going to say? God wanted us to be at this place at this particular time to be predestined
to slowly suffocated and burn!?” “HELP! ANYONE! C man yells outside. Jason lets out an extracting wail. We
turn and beheld a slimy green humanoid walked through the wall who had just gutted him with its demonic claws.
I obviously did not take the time to behold this. “TIME TO GO!” Five of us bolted as fast as we could go with
our guns. It was like trying to change our destiny. I felt no purpose in doing this, I often lagged behind waiting
for that same monster to rip my legs into shreds. I saw no point to struggle and reach the surface. Besides the
hard training the task felt like an eternity. At last we reach the fresh air. Exhausted, Holly falls on top of me with
a stimulating sigh as C man, Max and Barry quickly get up and I hear them load their rifles.
“Are you going to try and thwart us? Well, have a look around would you please,” said deep otherworldly voice,
filled with malice and very bombast. My comrades were silent as flames crackled all around. Screams echoed as
distant memories. I had no idea why. “What is it?” What I saw next could be very the perfect example of the best
and perfect world. Great sheets of flame and ash covered the forest and the nearby towns, spewing into the sky
like an infective disease slowly seeping and corrupting the function of a man. Buildings toppled to foundations,
cars flipped and managed with rotting grey skeletons of children and families caught unexpectedly, with gaping
mouths forever howling in silence inside. Chucks of metal and scattered remains of organs and skin-coloured
oozing goo, covered in ash attaching flies and maggots from all round. Hazily, I did not want to believe it, I
glimpsed the White Draco prime with my father Neal’s throat clapped around its basketball sized hand. Two other
reload their large futuristic laser guns with a deathly whirling sound. Aguish plagued me. The thing that held him,
was very horrid. His face was completely littered with snowy albino serrated scales. A dragon frill with horns and
webbed skin crowned his head and at its sides. He had three red streaks going diagonally across his abominable
face like war paint. His eyes were triangularly ovals in one pale green colour. His teeth were like thousands of thin
needles grown on a very fertile rusty red gums. “Is this God’s best for you mister professor? To die at the hands
of the devil and his armies?” His bardic, unrealistic wide grin has burned into my memory forever like the trauma
based conditioning I have been through. Even in my spilt personality I could recall the details of its smile brilliantly.
“ Ha, you were all so gullible to not see the truth that it was not because God hates you, it because this lawless
world belongs to me. You did not want to listen to Him anyway now. Since I finally have you in my grasp – I can
get things straight. Man is dust, and we were fire and spirt. I don’t understand what he sees in you. Glory belongs
to us and not you flawed humans. Killing each other for gain and vain beliefs. Segregation and discrimination.
Evil, is what man is.”
“Dohh! I, die a martyr then!” Neal managed. “Oh you will be remembered.” Mocked the prime. Finally, Neal’s
face went blue. His eyes wide open with surprise. His mouth drooped. The prime let go and my father flopped
lifeless on the ruined ground. “You’re mad! Shoot ‘im in the face!” C man declares loading his M4 submachine
gun. Laycock and Jason takes out their 308s and begin to fire. “This world is already worthless. Might as well die
trying to get you off this bloody earth!” Holly’s muscle memory kicks in and she takes down on of the smaller
reptilians. The others react, under fire. The armoured scales on the prime deflect some of the bullets and the
other is shot in the face. “James I’ll cover you! Get away! Send help!” C man urges. Suddenly, the prime smirks
and fires at right at me. I dunk just in time as the reptilian comes running at me furiously. From this moment
onwards, my surroundings blurred and all I wanted at least was one of those reptilians to die a horrible death at
my hands. The prime grabs me by the throat, his long tongue all horrid and the smell filling my nose. Chris lets
out a laboured grunt and he grabs the dead reptilian laser gun and fires. Successful, the prime grunts and Chris
throws it like a javelin with perfect speed and accuracy. The prime teleports just in time appearing behind my
friend ready to gut him. I snapped, from this moment onwards, my surroundings blurred and all I wanted at least
was one of those reptilians to die a horrible death at my hands. “MOVE!” I yell. I grab the alien gun which is
pointed at its end and sprint at my friend. He moves all right, and howling with fury, both the prime and I stab at
each other. I heard a deep wet crunch of a successful kill. I felt the prime’s claws at my stomach, and his eyes
widened. I clam my breathing down as the prime groans and falls back with the weapon penetrating his chest.
Everyone is silent accept in the background, distant sirens and explosions go off. It was from this moment on I
finally understood what Danu and my poor father meant when they told me to remain optimistic. Not only have
these reptilians come to murder my father, they have also come to destroy the innocent civilians of the city of
Lisbon. We knew with the reptilian leader’s death they will have no order to have an organised invasion, so we set
out to find their main ship and to bring into ruins. If it wasn’t for the optimism of Dnau and my father, the drive
to save the world felt natural and right. We pushed on and cowered not. We lost many men, but the emotions did
not stop us. We knew deep down that what we did next would ultimately create a better world for the survivors
without the constant fear of an invasion somewhere from this hostile universe.
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