The background of the enigmatic story is probably not fictional, one finds parallels in reality and consequently unnamed background powers abuse parentless children from the home, steal their personalities and let them act as tools of a dehumanization carried to the "Outer Space".
It's a fairly complex story with many characters involved; one does, despite the jumps between levels, keep track of what's going on. However, you have to stay pretty much awake not to lose the thread, many characters appear, some only once, others again and again. Is there a happy ending? A redemption? No.
In our certain degree of eschatological social development, which is extrapolated into the near future, does not predict anything good ... There are five children from the orphanage who are chosen by powers not specifically named to implement the five phases of an anti-human agenda: Disinformation, Denationalization, Desocialization, Dehumanization, Depopulation. An agenda that will result in a "Great Reset" of Homo sapiens. The so-called Pentium Hermeticum, an occult manual of theurgy, sacred geometry, mythology, astrology and alchemy, which the protagonists have to work hard to acquire, serves as a guide on the decades-long path to the implementation of this program.
Beo and Elise Rosso, Vivi, Vinka and Eugenie, the physically, mentally or because of the skin color inferior or marginalized outsiders from the welfare home, the "mutants", as they are called by the other children, pledge their souls to supernatural powers and subsequently experience a breathtaking rise. Not only do their physical handicaps diminish, they develop above-average intelligence and rise to the top of the global, and subsequently, extraterrestrial reprogramming, until, as a culmination of the reorientation of humanity, they become prototypes of a modified and optimized human race.
But as high as they rise, they are not the actual determiners, rather they make the impression of driven ones. Above them something still exists. What it is exactly, who it is exactly, remains hidden. Then the seemingly omnipresent algorithmer is at work in the background. Maybe it a self-acting form of artificial intelligence detached from any human basis? And is this of the same essence as what is called supernatural?
But there is a small percentage of the human population that resists the tendency to psychic enslavement resulting from seduction and hypnosis, the Digipariah. Digiparia are people who consciously live their lives outside of technological development, thus becoming unassailable to the reprogrammers. They are few in number, and therefore they are left alone by the dark forces; they are probably just too unimportant. Nevertheless, they will be the ones who preserve the heritage of humanity. They exist in all cultures, all religions, on all continents. In this journey through a quite possible course of history the various characters (there are many of them and one must stay awake to keep track) Shannon, Morrison, Svetlana, the prophet Elijah, the mysterious stranger reminiscent of Jesus, Boyana pass through the arduous paths of knowledge, and someone, whose name is not mentioned, has written all this down, although he is not aware whether the events are true or only dreamed.
Genre: FICTION / General“I don’t happen to read books,” he remarked and pushed the book back into the shelf. “The experiences of others are of little interest to me; I prefer to experience and collect my own. I am a guild leader in Holoworld,” he stated proudly. “Holoworld, the multi-massive online existence?” Kimberly asked, interested.
“I work half days at a moving company, and the rest of the day, I’m an armorer in Holoworld,” the young man replied. “But I’m thinking of giving up my moving job because I earn more in Holoworld. I am now the guild’s armorer and can make a good living from it. The weapons I produce for the game, I sell to my guild at a large profit, and as a guild leader, I hold a high position in the game.” He grinned. “That means a lot of cryptos for petty cash,” he added mischievously.
Kimberly let him talk. She was sure that Rockabilly was spending his money in slot machines, which would fit his profile. The exact traceability of cryptocurrencies via the private blockchain IP by search engine algorithms would undoubtedly keep leading him to the slot machines. “Which is where they will take everything from you again, you loser,” she thought mockingly.
“Holoworld now has five hundred million players and not a single competitor. Thus, my income is secured. I even pay into the Holoworld pension insurance,” the boy continued. “It is pointless to deal with books; they have no added value. As the saying goes: There is no other world; come to Holoworld.”
Kimberly smiled: “I have to disappoint you. Unfortunately, you must take your books back with you. As I said, we do not generally buy used editions. Try the flea market.”
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