aye I was a pirate.. aye I have flown a ship.. aye.. I ain't a badass.. But I do come in handy every so often.

Space exploration is something in 2070. Ever since the 2022 announcement that the aliens had been in contact with them since the 1950s, in this timeline reality has shifted drastically. Meaning prior to the announcement there was the normal 1 to 3 years in advancement in technology and mapping of the galaxy to know there is something new almost daily. Moon bases: The first moon base was out already. Which was wild to find out that all those adventure stories from the Montauk Project were real? Mars? Somehow use of energy transportation was available already, and they had built a sizable outpost on Mars because of some galactic war where the world’s governments wanted to keep humanity safe from the knowledge that their very existence was on a collision course with war.

What got more humanity involved was the cheap orbital habitats and skyhooks locations put into orbit by space elevators. It repurposed Orion space module which was just to use for many space flights to the asteroid belt with some tools and a complete mining operation of the asteroid belt happened by 2030. The elemental table kept expanding. From 103 elements to 283, then to 315 elements. Each allowing for a new material to be built cheaper and easier than humans could do.

What happens when luxury happens to a complete population? Some wild dreams happened. People began living much longer and instead of costly education and certifications. Free education allowed for the advancement of almost every field of study.

Artificial intelligence use was everywhere. To think of a toaster that talks and a butler was something to see for those that had not grown up with technology. However, they became used to the new advances. Soon Mars, Earth, and Venus were being used to populating and spread humanity among the solar system as late as 2045. The newsbots were spreading the word of the first Venus born baby being born knowingly. The governments and aliens were always one step ahead of the newsbots, so who knew what was real these days.

The awkwardness was when the first transportation energy gates were being constructed for matter transportation. They needed space flight. Now, because of several fictional designs built in the past with energy ranging from the possible to the impractical. The first spaceflight to Venus took a terrible amount of time, seven months. Reason? The Humanities government demanded to be in charge of the spaceflight. However, soon after that the aliens were allowed their own spaceport and exotic and space flight to other places outside of the Sol System was possible by 2046.

The poor were the first to flee earth. With spaceflight so cheap, people found jobs in exotic realities and the pay was peanuts compared to earth, still fed, clothed, and provided a decent income. They found the reality of artificial intelligence to help humanity plan for the needs of several unique cultural space races that were not growing their population anymore and needed something more than the robots that took over many aspects of the workforce.

When the cheap freighters and space crafts showed up in used old car lots around the world, soon people were leaving in masses to repopulate places that had been abandoned because of unknown causes was the told language on the newsbots put out.

The conspiracy theories of course talked about a galactic war and that soon humanity would be needed to fight off some meanest or other.

However, this was told by a time traveler from the past 2070. Traveling to 2020. Why? time travel along with space travel was something to do. That time technology like closed time curved loop reality was possible with the use of D’WAVE computers. Many large accidents got avoided completely and changed the course of a lot of humanity’s ideologies and thinking.

The problematic approach? Why the other cultures and aliens were dying out. They were not dying per se, someone trapped them in a dream, more or less. Meaning? Humanity entered the AI game in 2069. One year before the end of humanity, to be exact. People laugh and say humanity will live via cloning for seven million years in some realities.

I am here to tell you the truth as a dead speculator; I suppose. The final game everyone in humanity enters the game after their death. The game was so advertised that no one realized it was what caused the noble deaths of cultures and other alien races.

The game. Strictly, I am not really dead yet. I am still traveling. Meaning my final 10 minutes of life is upon me and I am just writing this as a confession of sorts. 

The game kills humanity, just like the other races. They built it to entertain some people so in advance we might as well call them what they are deities. They play for souls and such. They play for keeps. What they do is undoable. In yet? There are stories of time travelers messing with their stories, creating personalized realities where the deities were held in check for a time. Making them believe the unbelievable. That they were in charge of their fate. If I seem sarcastic here, I must admit I am such a designer. I Did things no man realizes in this reality or time.

Do not believe me. I doubt I would. Being almost dead is not what I expected it to be like. They push 10 minutes of the minds back through realities that they passed the soul through to play their games of chance. Some for fun. Some for drama. Others for wars. Wars. The wars of Gods are wild. Some for horror. If you do not believe, read Zechariah and realize zombies are real and I have memories of losing to them more than once.

In my final 10 minutes of life. I am watching the time of tribulation once again. So few people make it this far in the game. To do so makes me wonder. I know I lost and am in jeopardy for telling the stories, but who is left that cares? The time lords or wizards are dropping like flies.

So what is the game? It allowed minds to believe anything and everything was possible. From space exploration to marching into hell. It was a game, and for humanity who loved entertainment, they fell into within a year of being introduced to it. 2069 was the death of humanity.

Within one year of introduction as entertainment, the whole of humanity was almost wiped out. I say almost. What happened? The rich enslaved about a third of humanity and put them into the game without them knowing it. They were placed in events and sports and games that they were not specifically assigned to in the universe or designer game plan.

Meaning the rich cheated the poor. They change history by bribes and so forth and the souls there got caught into realities where the rich felt or dreamed they won control of the game. The sickness, like I said, almost wiped out humanity by 2070 space exploration was really mind placed inside almost coffins, or for those into the religion universal gaming system.

The few humans left were workers on outside worlds where the aliens had taken them in more than pets and used them to do things that robots labor union contracts prohibited an artificial life form to work. Explicit sex trades etc. Kind of awful ending to a beginning.

But I am here to tell you a tale, an adventure of sorts. So, lets begin. I awoke on earth 6.5 billion years into a future that no longer remains because well I am no longer there and my breath brought it to life sort of speaking. Without a soul, the game is rather automated, and they force the design. Whereas a game with a soul can or is flexible. Why? I do not know. They say chaos or chance. But after reading John Von Neumann’s last paper on chaos. There is no such thing. It is just a storyteller’s place and chance is nothing but the game designers deciding to do something new to keep their clients entertained; I suppose.

My earth, South America, was below North America. April 18, 2016, there were 8.5 billion people. Mostly golems or soulless players or for gamers non-player characters with limited ability to do anything. There I awoke and played out a game. According to the internet in the April timeframe our galaxy of 377,000 light years across was to hit the next galaxy in 365,000 years.

Since that date? I have been traveling back through time in reanimated worlds for a day or second. They broke each day down to mere seconds so the gamers could have the most game play to make them feel comfortable hurting people.

The precise number goes something like this: 60 sec in 1 hour 24 hours in one day 365 days in one year wherein a player’s average life span was 120 years but was reduced to 70 years for game play sake. 60 × 24 × 365 × 70 = 36792000  this then multiplied by a quark somehow is called fractal math and the result is 23 billion splits of the soul, each of these quark seconds is a chance in a different reality if that makes any sense to you.

Meaning 1 second quark one day of game play in some reality. Earth? That is just the funny part. The earth I described April 2016 was what I called home. And now that I am on recall to my original body? I am unsure of the consequences of my actions in this game. Was I good or evil I have only hope and faith left and both in Jesus. However, let me say the bible changes from Lion laying with lamb to Wolves roaming lambs, so who am I?

I am just a time traveler in a closed time curved loop going back into the game. The question is to enslavement or hell or balance my life so carefully to be vomited out into these mixed up realities one more time?  2080 space exploration was real. Humans saw the world through, they provided whatever vision. We conquered worlds. In yet? It or this might be just all a game and I am ending for the time of tribulation draws to an end, I suppose?

My adventure was what I was going to talk about, not an ending. Let me see where to begin. I suppose under a yellow sun. Not here, where they have the mirrors set up for a clear transfer of souls back into their bodies. They replace the sun here with the mirror weapon system that recently fried all the trees of the world. Kind of not for me. 

Who was I there? Ah, that is a question. I was a poet. My work used to be read. I used to inspire people to do good. My letters from leaders said thanks for the concern about war with Syria to famine in Africa to the genocide in Africa.

Where or should I say here? I look for my traces to see who I was there, and I seem to have misplaced them or did not do them here. Was the person here soulless and did nothing but according to some game a non-player character? That I wonder about these days. After all, the closed time curved loop for several people is ending.

Like who? Hillary Clinton and I were on the Sagittarius arm where Abe Lincoln was a senator. Simple while George Jr. Bush was on an arm of the galaxy where Sadam murdered Mandela. While Obama saw a reality where the United States had 58 states. And Trump voted the day after Thanksgiving. Laugh all you want.

But that is the end of the story. Did humanity ever really reach the stars, or was it all in their minds in the game of life? That is the awkward question. For you see. I remember fighting on a star bridge and failing as one of the last ten generals. 

Was it a dream? I no longer know. I know that my dreams of space flight included that space travel between worlds took less time because of the space elevator that launched vehicles into space without a blast off. My memory of huge ships that no longer make any sense to me fighting a hopeless battle also is concise to points of time and space.

While recently I remember Katrina in 2003 being called in because a DOD research lab let loose a zombie virus and Blackwater mercenary bragging of killing 200 or more US citizens Force, paid by the US government. 

Spaceflight that I remember a time when the Russian was first on the moon. That, let alone did they have a landing: they had the first female and this time she did not float into the atmosphere and burn up. 

Spaceflight? Orbiting earth now is a weapon platform of the solar mirror. They place it there for it to fight the invasion well. The Space Force, with their spacecraft, are prepared to fight. Well, according to the story here heaven or hell, depending on reality.

. I had my instructions. I was in charge of a message fleet frigate. If earth’s defense failed, the message was nuke the planet. The rich had their shelters and the poor? They did not even know of the war going on. That trillions of dollars had been stolen over the years and taxes raised on them until they paid more in taxes than on food few people even realized.

That the war went is all I can remember. You can not fight the designer of the game. For when you appear to win. We destroyed everything that was sent against us. The designer just brings the invasion force back. Them without a scratch and earth’s forces? Down to 15 percent. Still, we fought on until I was told to deliver the message nuke earth and that happened and? We fled in our frigate. Did it matter?

No. In the end, the designer of the game got their game back. And the rich in their bunkers, the horror stories told on lone outposts forgotten from other times and realities? The poor getting mad at their masters dug them out of their bunkers, raping and roosting them over open pit fires. People laugh and do not realize that was its moment ago in some realities. 

The event of 2012. The end game. The waking is happening and all games are being returned to their physical form. Meaning a winner of the game possibly or a conclusion of things. To think all the spaceflight the other worlds, the other realities. Were just a dream in an artificial reality.