My name is Madison Walker and my father went missing in the Isolation. With personnel and resources scarce, the automated police force refuse to look into his disappearance. I am the only person searching for the truth. I work at a data reconstruction center to put myself through school. I decided to continue my father’s work and reconstruct the events leading to the Isolation. It wasn’t long after I declared my thesis, I received a virtual construct in the Phatasm, an expertly rendered bar within the Isolation. I assumed it was malware until it revealed a journal with my father’s handwriting on the cover. I believe my father was near explaining what caused the east coast of the Free Republic to become a quarantine zone and perhaps the source of the Technological Corruption. I also suspect, my father was not alone.

In the Presence of Nostradamus

In the Presence of Nostradamus

“Be seen, Madison Walker.” I froze at the boom of his voice, afraid of what awaited me on the other side of the massive wooden door. The preacher kindly opened it, gesturing for me to step inside. At first, I wasn’t sure if the darkness was my eyes adjusting from the light pouring through the hallway windows. But as the preacher shut the door, I could hardly tell if my eyes were open or close. I could hear him breathing, a steady in and out. I could only assume it was minutes before I started...

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Digesting A Broken & Uncaring System

Digesting A Broken & Uncaring System

Starvation is only avoided by graciousness of the government. Long ago, the east coast fell victim to radiation, leaving large chunks of land incapable of producing crops. As displaced citizens relocated to the midwest, food distribution became problematic. For those like me, government jobs provide a steady stream of rations when they were available. However, many Americans are not nearly as lucky. Even when they have credit for rations, many distribution centers run dry from the demand. I am...

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The Embrace of Nostradamus

The Embrace of Nostradamus

I often feel invisible. I'm sure I'm not the only one. In the bigger picture of the universe, I'm a nobody. Average at best. Hopefully I'll leave the world a better place than when I entered it. But overall, there are more important people, things, and events than me. I'm not even unique in having this point of view. I'm sure many people feel their significance is barely noticeable. "I see you." The Church of Nostradamus offers people the opportunity to define themselves, but more so, be seen....

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Thesis Approved / Running on Empty

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. The night terrors have persisted longer than ever. I’m sleeping roughly four hours a night, which might be a blessing in disguise. After taking seven minute shower, the hot water turned chilly and somewhere between yelping and lunging for a towel, I found my topic. “The Emergence of Gods: A Study of the Church of Nostradamus’ and its Incorporation of Dieties on a Corporal Plane.” I sent the email and it couldn’t have been more than a minute that my adviser...

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Terror in a City’s Ruin

Terror in a City’s Ruin

It's been a decade since the nightmares. I should be sleeping, curled under the covers in nervous anticipation for what work holds for me tomorrow. A phone call this afternoon stated I had been cleared for work and apologized for a mix up in my credentials. I will be returning to work, but not as part of the Children of Nostradamus specialty division. I really don't care, my rent is coming and I'm already dipping into my savings. Michael will say it was brought on by stress, which normally I'd...

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Peace & Quiet in the Phantasm

Peace & Quiet in the Phantasm

I have spent years scoffing at the idea of the Phantasm. Mankind is struggling to put food on their tables. People are being murdered in ghettos while gangs divide cities. Chicago police are renowned around the globe for not tolerating injustice within their borders. I'm lucky to live here, but the rest of the country doesn't have that luxury. So while all of this is going wrong, Genesis Division, the largest conglomerate in the states spends their time investing in escapism instead of...

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Synthetic Escorts & Paranoia

Synthetic Escorts & Paranoia

When you open the door and synthetic greets you, your first reaction is always fear. The hollow husks of law enforcement have a reputation of conducting themselves in a way that, let's just say, seems extreme to the flesh-and-blood population. But there it stood, its white and silver chassis. Even without eyes, you get the feeling it's staring at you, or more like, it's staring through you. Alone it almost didn't seem as threatening, until it raised the rifle and a computerized voice said,...

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Unfortunate News On Every Front

Unfortunate News On Every Front

My power went out again. The rolling black outs for low priority residents in the Free Republic persist and it doesn't appear there is any end in sight. I wish I could afford a generator, but eating and paying for text books remain a priority. So for now, I'm holed up in a Phantasm Hub paying for electricity while watching people partake in their virtual reality fixation. I spend my days scanning newspapers and cataloging photographs to put history back together, and Genesis Division believes...

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Data Reconstruction Specialist Promotion

Data Reconstruction Specialist Promotion

The Corruption wiped out all electronically stored data connected to the internet. To this day, we don't know the origins of the virus or who unleashed it on the world. It had the potential to wipe all computer systems clean, but it primarily focused on stored data. This meant photos, text documents, basically anything we kept as mementos of our past experiences. Between the Second Civil War and the Corruption, huge chunks of the Free Republic's history have vanished. That's where I come in....

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