Al's delusion

The bunker was secreted away from all outside contact. Any contact would mean detection and detection would mean the end of the project and the future of freedom. The depth, location everything was secret the being had no knowledge of it or the thoughts of the personel. It was the only safe place on earth. The site was chosen for its long term sustainability. It had to have the utmost security. It was built into the bottom of the ocean. The entire location was self contained and innacessable from the surface, completely conceled below.

It was long established that there was no hiding from them. This place was special, it was the only place on earth on a secured line of brain activity. Al Cromwell was a psychotic suffering from paranoid scizophrenia. His psychic disturbances were extreme. As a result he had learned not to upset the power not to test the power but to bow down before it give his life over to it. Although thoughts of paranoia sometimes consumed him the knowledge he had gained from his experience was profound. He believed that mankind was innescential, that a higher power existed, that a thousand earths could come and go and mankind would have never learned the truth. He grappled with the real impression that it all somehow didn't matter to the God of the universe, and that was the truth as he saw it.

It was Al who believed there was free power for the taking, power over greater things than mankind. He sought to proove that there was a system in place for observation of the earth. He sited the effects of succesive generations from medieval times to the present as being deliberatly staged and plotted for specific effect. He thought he had found a flaw where others could not see it, he had worked around the system. He somehow had immunity to the anomoly he witnessed. He wanted to start working toward a solution for mankind, to seperate from the state of oppression. His first attemps were corrupt altered by thought insertions. Input that came into his mind. He wanted it to end. But he couldn't think that without them knowing.

The day was october 16th it was a warm day. The sun had risen three hours ago and was allready warming up the near and distant hills. Al Cromwell had just awoken from another disturbed nights sleep. Last night there were aliens. They came in his sleep immobilized him and put something in his ear. He remembered fighting them he bit one of them, then he awoke. He now had an implant. He knew it was some sort of liqued. The aliens had been visiting his attic, doing experiments on him reading his memory and neural passages all week. The night before they had tried to perform psycho surgery on him. Burning him with some sort of laser scalpel. Al came to his window and peered outside. The grass was green in the space between his apartment and the fence. Across the fence was the junk yard strewn with dead cars and rusting hulks of trucks. They watched, he knew they could see in. They watched with pinhole cameras. He walked out of his bedroom. He stepped over to his desk and got to the phone book. He flipped through it to the psychiatrist section. He tried to gather himself and he picked up the phone. After dialing he waited and then spoke "Hello, I would like to make an appointment to see doctor Richards" 'One momment please' Said said a woman on the other end.