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/01010100 01000111 01001101 - Story No. 2026.

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posted on Jan, 15 2018 @ 04:00 PM

My name is Benjamin Micr Xindy. I have been in this prison for what I can only estimate to be about 26 years. Give or take. Memory stops remembering when everyday is the same you see. My cell is twenty feet by eighteen feet. My feet. A piano sits just to the left of the kitchen. No one knows what a piano is anymore. They think it's "antique furniture." Kids right.

Right, so you must be confused and/or drunk or both like myself currently. Yippie! If you are reading this then it is already too late. Lay down in the fetal position and wait to die.


Everything went wrong. We were told it was a mission to take out an enemy by crippling their electrical systems. The enemy is right! I repeat, The Enemy is and always was Right! You are not who you think you are. None of us are! It's in the air.... they infect you..---x

End of transmission #002

"What the f*** was that?"
"I don't know Sir, we're looking into it now."
"86 is there anyway a SP could know it is a SP?
"Impossible Sir!"

Benjamin Micr Xindy/: Recovering backup data....
>>>[[[]]]]]+++++089 Error
---no service

Hello again.

posted on Jan, 15 2018 @ 04:11 PM
Hi Op,
What's the significance of TGM? Is this a member of a series or a standalone story?

posted on Jan, 15 2018 @ 04:59 PM
a reply to: Agent008

That's really good.
Written by a computer nerd superman fan? You even slipped error codes in there mate...
You have a problem.

Jk loved it.
edit on 15-1-2018 by Peeple because: Wrong emoji

posted on Jan, 16 2018 @ 03:11 AM
Well then. I see we have a good connection thus far. This should give about five or six minutes.
The Mandela Effect is something that should be thoroughly investigated and researched. Just saying.

Like I said My name is Ben and you are not real. I hear you shout " I say! I am real. A flesh and blood human!"

Indeed. Flesh and blood can be manufactured on industrial levels good sir. Trust me the one place you don't want to be in is a simulation of the world built by the ones that own it. The simulation is terrible! It's like trying to play DOOM on a eMachines PC from 1994. I remember 1994 a simpler time. We had rotary phones, if you don't know what that is Google it and shut up coz you're too young to know anything about anything. I am getting on a rant I'm sorry.

I saw Simone today. God I love that girl. Everything was grand at first and most of the night. Simone, Neven and I chilled at Neven's house. We drink wine, ordered pizza, laughed and everything was great. God I love that girl.
Then it happened. Neven turned into a "blind one armed baby-man." It was intense. Like camping. All over a wedding invitation. It was bananas.


"I'm telling you one of the SP's is sending code outta the bloody thing! "
"Then why the f*** can't we trace it?"
"I don't f***ing know! Who is this guy? I want all Agents from 30 to 50 finding every goddamn detail about this Ben."
"Aye sir."


Listen. Not much time left. So can you do me one favor bud? When you go to work or about your day today look up at the sun or the clouds and thank the universe for always being there for you. High five the universe for me man.

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posted on Jan, 16 2018 @ 10:49 AM

originally posted by: Agent008

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Wubba Lubba Dub Dub?

posted on Jan, 25 2018 @ 07:16 PM
a reply to: Agent008

very interesting
I’m intrigued

posted on Sep, 16 2020 @ 01:07 AM
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Hello. Welcome back. We made it to 2020.... sorta... almost. The world is on fire, cops are Nazi's, a plague is on all our houses. *slow clap*

Well done humans. Well done. My Name is Ben and I have seen your future. There are two paths, one to enlightenment and peace and love all that crap. The other is basically 1984. It is amazing how stupid humans are, like really they don't want to wear a mask in the USA because it offends freedom? OK... sure what does that even mean?

I have a story from my time. Earth in my future was tranquil, everyone had what they needed and worked to better themselves and humanity without monetary value put on any object. We had flying cars by Telsa. Ya jealous now.

One day a alien vessel landed on the lawn of the Peoples House (you call it The White House still) Elon Musk in his 90's came out to greet the aliens.

It was a perfect sphere, about the size of a three bedroom house. Simmering silver and radiating a calming hum. A door opened in the direction of the Peoples House extending a ramp shinning the same silver glow. Elon walked over with his
robot legs, looked into the dark void of the open door. A figure walked out, silhouetted at first then when it walked on the ramp his full figure shocked all the onlookers and the over thirty million TV viewers.

The figure standing on the ramp was skinny with light brown skin, wearing a cloth skirt with her breasts exposed. Her green blue eyes shone in the midday sun. She extended her wings and spoke.

"I am Isis, or Auset. I need your help. If we do not fix the year 2020 your future will end. 2020 being a positive ending to a hard year is imperative. For in the year 2150 needs events in 2020 to turn out well for all you humans."

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