Badtraum2020

The group of four moved slowly under the green moon. Desert shadows of night danced over the still hot sand. The four men had met at a prearranged rendezvous at a bar in New Bucharest. They had met online and shared a common obsession, the location of Zelenskys brain which was rumoured to be in the radioactive wasteland that was once Southern Ukraine or the city of Odessa to be exact. Before Putin had ended the war in 2030 with three medium power nuclear warheads fired from drones. Zelensky and his army of lookalikes, who were really clones, had been rounded up about six months before the bombs fell. The propaganda war had become so opaque by then that even little Z was kept in the dark by the rulers of New Zion as to what was taking place.  A so called hit squad from Wagner PMC in coordination with Putin and Netinyahu had caught the little hero minus his olive t shirt, miles from the action sat by a swimming pool by Lake Geneva in Switzerland. The Russian dogs of war h...

I went to sleep in stifling heat in front of three televisions blaring Spanish soap operas and a football match. Europop played techno refrains on my skin like some meat speaker vibrating sound. I was tied to a chair when I awoke. I could no longer hear anything but I could make out three or four savage youths with brown skin filming me on phones. I was the subject of some sadistic home movie and when the ugly fucker in the denim cut off jacket smiled at me, displaying a mouthful of dogends for teeth, I got a whiff of chorizo and cheap wine as he stuck the meat skewer through the meat of my right shoulder. I screamed and left this planet then for the last time. I came awake gasping for air in the fine dust of a planet that looked and smelled unfamiliar. This was the adjustment process as any memories I had left turned to ash. At first I remembered signing my life away to have my dying human consciousness uploaded into a mars rover on a future voyage to get out of prison. On...