This was developing into far more than the G7 were telling us.
As I sit here at my makeshift writing desk far below New York city in an abandoned subway station, the only place I know that is far enough away to silence the “voices” of my fellow New Yorkers & prevent them from hearing my thoughts as I record them, I can’t help but wonder about the true nature of Sorn and what it has done to us all.
I know one thing for sure… This new age will not bring about the death of secrets this document proves that.
As long as I write far away from others and stay away from children I can keep it a secret.
I’ve spent the last 6 months learning how to keep some of my thoughts in the back of my mind buried so the world can’t see, you see I know a thing or two about secrets.
My name is David Robinson former director of the now defunct Central Intelligence Agency, and my business was secrets what I know about secrets is simple… As long as there are people there will be secrets.
David Robinson closes his “diary” and tucks it back in its hiding place under the 3rd rail sleeper, and starts making his way back up to the streets of New York pushing the thoughts he dare not think in public back into the recesses of his mind, and moves his thoughts instead to the off handed way his agency relieved him of all but his most basic and mundane duties.
Twenty minutes travel brought David to the subway grate that served as the entrance to his underground “den” he could hear the thoughts of the crowd now, the worries & fears of lower Manhattan and the one word that was in almost every mind…Sorn.
David thought to himself how quiet the city was now that so few people actually used their voices, how rich the sounds of the city are, the ticking of the traffic signals, and the buzzing of the neon signs, things that could not even be heard a few short years ago.
Now that the world was beginning to get a hold on their minds they were all beginning to learn to censor their thoughts there were starting to be moments of real silence.
David had learned to censor his thoughts years ago when the agency was still alive and vibrant, that was a skill that kept him alive on more than one occasion in fact he was known for his control it was most likely the reason he was allowed to retire and rejoin the world. He had shown the entire White House his control in the early days, spending day after day under those very stressful conditions he was the only person that never let his guard down he held out longer than the president a man known for his self-control.
He was considered to be unreadable by many… But he was no fool he knew the truth he was not immune to a probe as he approached his brownstone (part of his “buy out” from the agency) he thought of the only person that always knew exactly what he was thinking and why, long before Sorn.
He called her name in his mind –Barbara- and there she was, in his mind telling him to hurry up the stairs to her. He climbed the stairs, stuck his key in the door, turned it and there she was…
He knew they were probably the last couple for miles that still spoke out loud to each other but he loved to hear her voice so much he knew he would never stop.
“Barbara, how long have you been home darlin’?”
“Not long hon’ just long enough to pour a couple of drinks and slip into something more comfortable” Where’ve you been?
“Nowhere special…just out enjoying the retired life” Even as the words left his mouth he wondered if she could tell he was lying just a little.
“Well I certainly can now!” she said “ but I’m used to your little secrets”
David thought, “Yes and you’re the only person I know that can make National Security seem like a trivial thing”
As she moved across the room to kiss him she said… “It is… when I think about how much I love you.”
The Central Telepathy Agency
The name had changed but the activities were just about the same… Keeping the American continent safe… by any means necessary! This was the thought running through CTA Director ‘gunny’ Shiner’s mind as he paced his office 1000 feet below the surface of Washington D.C.
‘Gunny’ thought to himself… Those stupid bastards at G5 had unleashed upon the world a problem that might not ever be solved. They had decided to create a world where men like me could never be allowed out in public… we had far too many secrets for that”
These were exactly the type of thoughts that everyone in this facility and countless others like it around the world were being taught to suppress in their daily classes by those that for some still unknown reason, had the ability to keep small portions of their minds from being “seen”
All the “guests” in these facilities knew their freedom depended upon their ability to learn this very important skill, until they were able to block out parts of their minds they could not be allowed to mix with the population.
‘Gunny’ was allowed to run the CTA from his “blackout room” but he was a virtual prisoner, the only one allowed in was his “instructor”
It was an incredibly ironic fact that the men and women that had been charged with keeping the world’s secrets a few short years ago were now being held captive by those secrets.
As Gunny sat there at his desk, mentally building a wall in his mind, practicing for his next “lesson”. He found himself doing what he has been taught never to do … he was letting his mind drift, back to his first meeting with his instructor Alec S.
It was 2025, years before he was appointed Director of CTA when he’d first met Alec S. back then Alec was a talented but low-level field operative with what was then the CIA.
Gunny remembered that Alec was very eager to please, and before all this Sorn nonsense started he was beginning to catch the directors eye by making several very important captures back in the “War on terror” days, as soon as he’d joined the Baghdad office he got right down to business, got his finger on the pulse as they say and before too long people in the agency were talking abiut winning this thing again. What was even more impressive was the fact that he never took the share of the credit he was due, Alec was big on teamwork and service… at least that’s what it said in his file.
Back then because of his successes his identity was kept ultra top secret and who could question it… there was an unbelievable bounty on his head, or for his head.
Some of Alec’s accomplishments bordered on the uncanny, but in the end it was chalked up to fantastic Intel and great groundwork, there was no reason to think anything different.
Gunny had to admit to himself that he was a little jealous of Alec, not of his youth or talent but of the simple fact that he could come and go as he pleased, he was allowed to walk free in the world… to see his family if he had one.
Most of all Gunny missed his family.
The Instructor
Alec knew that his job with the CTA was important but still he hated it. Everyday was filled with the same mind-numbing activity… attempting to teach his “superiors” to control their minds. These people that had power and influence also had the most chaotic minds he had ever read. It was only his ability to block them out that kept him sane.
Alec looked forward to the end of each day he counted the minutes till he could sit in his car and watch the surface buildings of the “complex” fade into the distance in his rear view mirror, and then he could get on with his real work.
This was his last lesson for the day and his most uninspired student, Ian “gunny” Shiner. How ironic that this man was the director of the CTA when his mind skills were so below the average. Well… if Alec got his way (and he usually did) ‘gunny’ wouldn’t be director for long. In fact … there wouldn’t be a CTA for long!
For almost a full year he had used the time he had to spend with these insufferable airheads to get into their minds to get their secrets, secrets that were the key to his future power, it was unbelievable that they never noticed, that they never saw the signs.
If they knew that anytime that they had one of their secret thoughts or a long forgotten memory popped into their minds suddenly, that it was actually him gaining access to one of their precious secrets. In this past year Alec had accumulated enough information to bring the world to its knees, and he had the CTA to thank for this unlimited access. How good was it of them to keep all their secrets here in one place where he could easily access them. It was well worth turning down the under-directors position they’d offered him after Baghdad to serve as an instructor. Now he and his fellow instructors round the world could assume full control soon and there was nothing they could do to stop them.
They had the G5 to thank for there good fortune, if they had only taken the time to study the effects of Sorn on pre-existing telepathic powers like those that all the “instructors” possessed they would have found that Sorn only made them more powerful!
As I sit here at my makeshift writing desk far below New York city in an abandoned subway station, the only place I know that is far enough away to silence the “voices” of my fellow New Yorkers & prevent them from hearing my thoughts as I record them, I can’t help but wonder about the true nature of Sorn and what it has done to us all.
I know one thing for sure… This new age will not bring about the death of secrets this document proves that.
As long as I write far away from others and stay away from children I can keep it a secret.
I’ve spent the last 6 months learning how to keep some of my thoughts in the back of my mind buried so the world can’t see, you see I know a thing or two about secrets.
My name is David Robinson former director of the now defunct Central Intelligence Agency, and my business was secrets what I know about secrets is simple… As long as there are people there will be secrets.
David Robinson closes his “diary” and tucks it back in its hiding place under the 3rd rail sleeper, and starts making his way back up to the streets of New York pushing the thoughts he dare not think in public back into the recesses of his mind, and moves his thoughts instead to the off handed way his agency relieved him of all but his most basic and mundane duties.
Twenty minutes travel brought David to the subway grate that served as the entrance to his underground “den” he could hear the thoughts of the crowd now, the worries & fears of lower Manhattan and the one word that was in almost every mind…Sorn.
David thought to himself how quiet the city was now that so few people actually used their voices, how rich the sounds of the city are, the ticking of the traffic signals, and the buzzing of the neon signs, things that could not even be heard a few short years ago.
Now that the world was beginning to get a hold on their minds they were all beginning to learn to censor their thoughts there were starting to be moments of real silence.
David had learned to censor his thoughts years ago when the agency was still alive and vibrant, that was a skill that kept him alive on more than one occasion in fact he was known for his control it was most likely the reason he was allowed to retire and rejoin the world. He had shown the entire White House his control in the early days, spending day after day under those very stressful conditions he was the only person that never let his guard down he held out longer than the president a man known for his self-control.
He was considered to be unreadable by many… But he was no fool he knew the truth he was not immune to a probe as he approached his brownstone (part of his “buy out” from the agency) he thought of the only person that always knew exactly what he was thinking and why, long before Sorn.
He called her name in his mind –Barbara- and there she was, in his mind telling him to hurry up the stairs to her. He climbed the stairs, stuck his key in the door, turned it and there she was…
He knew they were probably the last couple for miles that still spoke out loud to each other but he loved to hear her voice so much he knew he would never stop.
“Barbara, how long have you been home darlin’?”
“Not long hon’ just long enough to pour a couple of drinks and slip into something more comfortable” Where’ve you been?
“Nowhere special…just out enjoying the retired life” Even as the words left his mouth he wondered if she could tell he was lying just a little.
“Well I certainly can now!” she said “ but I’m used to your little secrets”
David thought, “Yes and you’re the only person I know that can make National Security seem like a trivial thing”
As she moved across the room to kiss him she said… “It is… when I think about how much I love you.”
The Central Telepathy Agency
The name had changed but the activities were just about the same… Keeping the American continent safe… by any means necessary! This was the thought running through CTA Director ‘gunny’ Shiner’s mind as he paced his office 1000 feet below the surface of Washington D.C.
‘Gunny’ thought to himself… Those stupid bastards at G5 had unleashed upon the world a problem that might not ever be solved. They had decided to create a world where men like me could never be allowed out in public… we had far too many secrets for that”
These were exactly the type of thoughts that everyone in this facility and countless others like it around the world were being taught to suppress in their daily classes by those that for some still unknown reason, had the ability to keep small portions of their minds from being “seen”
All the “guests” in these facilities knew their freedom depended upon their ability to learn this very important skill, until they were able to block out parts of their minds they could not be allowed to mix with the population.
‘Gunny’ was allowed to run the CTA from his “blackout room” but he was a virtual prisoner, the only one allowed in was his “instructor”
It was an incredibly ironic fact that the men and women that had been charged with keeping the world’s secrets a few short years ago were now being held captive by those secrets.
As Gunny sat there at his desk, mentally building a wall in his mind, practicing for his next “lesson”. He found himself doing what he has been taught never to do … he was letting his mind drift, back to his first meeting with his instructor Alec S.
It was 2025, years before he was appointed Director of CTA when he’d first met Alec S. back then Alec was a talented but low-level field operative with what was then the CIA.
Gunny remembered that Alec was very eager to please, and before all this Sorn nonsense started he was beginning to catch the directors eye by making several very important captures back in the “War on terror” days, as soon as he’d joined the Baghdad office he got right down to business, got his finger on the pulse as they say and before too long people in the agency were talking abiut winning this thing again. What was even more impressive was the fact that he never took the share of the credit he was due, Alec was big on teamwork and service… at least that’s what it said in his file.
Back then because of his successes his identity was kept ultra top secret and who could question it… there was an unbelievable bounty on his head, or for his head.
Some of Alec’s accomplishments bordered on the uncanny, but in the end it was chalked up to fantastic Intel and great groundwork, there was no reason to think anything different.
Gunny had to admit to himself that he was a little jealous of Alec, not of his youth or talent but of the simple fact that he could come and go as he pleased, he was allowed to walk free in the world… to see his family if he had one.
Most of all Gunny missed his family.
The Instructor
Alec knew that his job with the CTA was important but still he hated it. Everyday was filled with the same mind-numbing activity… attempting to teach his “superiors” to control their minds. These people that had power and influence also had the most chaotic minds he had ever read. It was only his ability to block them out that kept him sane.
Alec looked forward to the end of each day he counted the minutes till he could sit in his car and watch the surface buildings of the “complex” fade into the distance in his rear view mirror, and then he could get on with his real work.
This was his last lesson for the day and his most uninspired student, Ian “gunny” Shiner. How ironic that this man was the director of the CTA when his mind skills were so below the average. Well… if Alec got his way (and he usually did) ‘gunny’ wouldn’t be director for long. In fact … there wouldn’t be a CTA for long!
For almost a full year he had used the time he had to spend with these insufferable airheads to get into their minds to get their secrets, secrets that were the key to his future power, it was unbelievable that they never noticed, that they never saw the signs.
If they knew that anytime that they had one of their secret thoughts or a long forgotten memory popped into their minds suddenly, that it was actually him gaining access to one of their precious secrets. In this past year Alec had accumulated enough information to bring the world to its knees, and he had the CTA to thank for this unlimited access. How good was it of them to keep all their secrets here in one place where he could easily access them. It was well worth turning down the under-directors position they’d offered him after Baghdad to serve as an instructor. Now he and his fellow instructors round the world could assume full control soon and there was nothing they could do to stop them.
They had the G5 to thank for there good fortune, if they had only taken the time to study the effects of Sorn on pre-existing telepathic powers like those that all the “instructors” possessed they would have found that Sorn only made them more powerful!
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