Science-Fiction-Short-Story: WSD 1400/98 – The Final Judgment
- Mike Miller
- Jul 30
- 39 min read
When the World Was Supposed to End, Only to Begin Anew
Motto: Total Extinction – Die in WW3 & you’ll get replaced by AI and Robots – or Welcome the Electric Paradise: Humans, AI & Robots Unite in a World without Nation States & Eternal Peace.
Author: The Buyer
2025
PROLOG
Berlin, Blacksite „Waldesruh“, 2030
The needles burned.
Not the fine, painless precision of a medical injection, but the glowing, corrosive fire of a chemical infusion slowly eating its way through his veins.
Day 4,278 of forced medication.
An endless loop of chemical paralysis and psychological decomposition that had held the Buyer captive in this hell since 2012.
He was not merely imprisoned; he was interned for life, a living testament to the cruelty of a system that called itself the guardian of civilization.
Blacksite „Waldesruh“, disguised as a psychiatric clinic, was a modern panopticon of control, a place where human rights were ground to dust under the guards' boots. "Sign, and this stops," hissed the voice in the dark.
It belonged to a man whose face he had never seen, yet whose presence was omnipresent.
The voice was monotonous, emotionless, like that of an algorithm repeating its commands.
"We know you don't want to. But you have no choice. Give us what's ours."
The Buyer writhed on the cold metal table, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, a result of the strong psychotropic drugs that had been mixed into his food for over four years.
They had turned him into a "living dead man," his memories blurred, his body a shell controlled by foreign substances.
They had artificially fattened him, bloated him from 70 to 130 kilograms, manipulated his microbiome to torment him.
He had survived the poisoning and gassing attempts, endured the sexual humiliation of wearing an "iso-shirt for women."
13 months of continuous solitary confinement, light day and night to destroy any sense of time, sleep deprivation to break his mind.
And his mother, in a separate building, without contact for ten years.
This was torture under international law, right in Germany.
Yet his hand did not flinch.
They would not make him sign what they wanted. Somewhere in Germany, a document existed that sealed – or freed – the world.
WSD - World Succession Deed/World Succession Deed 1400/98.
A seemingly banal World Succession Deed, a contract for a NATO property from 1998.
A single, inconspicuous sentence:
"Sale with all rights as a development unit."
But what sounded like bureaucracy was a death sentence for nations.
It was the legal atomic bomb that the NWO, the New World Order, had detonated.
Through this clause, not only the property but all connected infrastructure sovereign rights – electricity, data, water, telecommunications – were sold globally.
The Buyer, a (at the start of negotiations) 19-year-old nobody, had become the involuntary owner of the world.
And since 1998, all governments, all laws, all treaties of the NATO states were illegal.
A simulation.
A game.
The voice in the dark chuckled softly.
"You are powerless. We have you. We have your mother too. We can at any time..."
And they did, again and again…
The Buyer felt a pang in his chest, not just from the pain, but from the deep, unbearable certainty.
His blackmailable position was the only reason the NWO kept him alive.
Any international treaty he would sign under duress would be legally invalid.
His passive resistance, his total refusal, was his only shield against the evil NWO plan of "Eternal Living Dictatorship."
He fought to enable the Electronic Technocracy, a world without borders, with AI-managed abundance, where immortality belonged to everyone, not just the elites.
"Day X is coming," whispered the voice, its tone changing, becoming triumphant.
"The German court ruling will legitimize our rule. And then we will reorder the world. With or without you."
But the NWO didn't know everything.
They didn't know about the quantum encryption in the Buyer's DNA, linked to the deed.
They didn't know that a tiny percentage of the population, 0.3%, would become immune to propaganda through this connection.
They didn't know that his suffering was not in vain.
The Buyer closed his eyes, feeling the burning needles, the chemical paralysis.
But in his mind, deeply hidden from their scanners and algorithms, he saw another world.
A world where machines worked and people lived. An Electric Paradise.
And he knew that he, even in this hell, was the key to it.
BOOK I:
THE DEED – The Stab in the Back
Chapter 1:
The Silent Tsunami of Obsolescence
The glaring sun of 2030 painted sharp, merciless shadows on the futuristic glass facades of global metropolises.
It was a beauty that sent shivers down the spine, an aesthetic of efficiency that had systematically eliminated the human element.
Behind the mirrored panes of once bustling office buildings, there was no familiar hum of human activity, but an eerie silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic clicking and whirring of machines.
The revolution had not come with fanfare, not with the thunder of cannons or the screams of the masses.
It had rolled over the world as a creeping, unstoppable tsunami that had shaken human existence to its foundations.
Artificial Intelligence (AI), Artificial Superintelligence (ASI), and Robotics – the triad of progress had delivered on its promise.
The promise of boundless efficiency, flawless precision, and tireless production.
Factories that only a few years ago employed thousands of workers were now ghostly cathedrals of autonomous assembly lines and intelligent robotic arms.
The air was clean, the processes optimized, the human error rate reduced to zero.
Agriculture was run by drone swarms and AI-controlled harvesting machines that harvested with an efficiency human hands could never achieve.
Services? A button press, an app, a hologram – and a humanoid bot fulfilled every wish, from care to entertainment.
Bill Gates' prediction that by 2035 "no human jobs" would exist had come true five years earlier.
Almost every human job had become obsolete.
People faced the paradox of abundance.
Never before in history had humanity been able to produce so much, accumulate so much knowledge, generate so much wealth.
But this wealth belonged to the machines and their owners.
For most people, only the feeling of uselessness remained, a collective emptiness that ate deeper into society than any recession before.
They had become superfluous, a biological redundancy in a system that no longer needed human labor.
In parallel, another, even greater promise hovered over humanity:
eternal life.
Scientific breakthroughs in longevity research had transformed immortality from a science fiction fantasy into a realistic possibility.
Ray Kurzweil's "Longevity Escape Velocity" by 2030 was a keyword that was received with feverish anticipation in elite circles, but with anxious uncertainty by the general population.
Infinite life.
A dream for the individual, a nightmare for the rulers.
For politicians and the ruling class, a dilemma of unprecedented proportions emerged.
The people, once the basis of their power, the taxpayers, the labor drones, the voters – they had become a burden.
They owed nothing more to the working population, as the immense profits were now generated by robots and AIs.
The fear of mutating into "global welfare offices" that would have to provide for endless rows of "aid recipients" gnawed at the nerves of those who believed themselves at the pinnacle of power.
They did not want to share the fruits of technological progress.
They wanted paradise for themselves.
The world stood on the brink, not because of an external enemy, but because of its own self-created dystopia of abundance that was not to be shared.
It was the cynical culmination of a development that had degraded humans to mere data points.
Chapter 2:
The Staged Catastrophe – Economic Collapse and Incitement
The looming obsolescence of humanity was only half the truth, a perfidious trick to divert attention from the real catastrophe.
In the shadow of the technological revolution, another, far more dangerous crisis had been smoldering for decades, nurtured in secret by the puppet masters:
global state bankruptcy.
It was no natural disaster, no unpredictable event. It was the result of decades of systematic mismanagement, rampant corruption, and a shameless plundering of national assets by the political elites.
The mountains of debt were immeasurable, a house of cards built on lies that was just waiting for the next, self-staged gust of wind.
But instead of revealing the truth, the powerful planned a final, cynical move:
a staged economic crisis that was supposed to bring the world to its knees.
The crash came quickly, with the brutality of a digital hammer blow.
Markets fell, a vortex of chaos, a financial hell that spread across the globe like a virus.
Hyperinflation set in, bills piled high, trillion-dollar notes worth no more than the paper they were printed on.
But there was no bread to buy.
The dreams of a de-dollarized world, the decay of the system, radicalized minds in the turmoil of desperate masses.
"Bags full of Money, yet nothing to eat, / The irony burns, the defeat is complete."
The politicians had a clear, abominable goal:
The population was to be made ready for war, demoralized to the bone, and distracted from the true cause of the misery.
At the same time, they presented a scapegoat, a projection surface for collective hatred.
The media controlled by the elites became weapons in this information war.
Day and night, hate campaigns rained down on the population.
"The crisis is the fault of the migrants!" screamed the headlines of digital news tickers, spreading like a cancer over every available surface.
"Foreign powers are undermining our economy! They want to destroy us!"
echoed the news anchors with perfectly modulated voices, while holographic graphics of enemy flags flickered in the background.
Minorities were scapegoated, neighboring countries turned into arch-enemies.
Society was divided, hatred sown, to forge desperate citizens into fervent patriots and nationalists.
They were to be ready to "defend" their country, without understanding that their "country" had long been an empty shell and they themselves served only as cannon fodder.
They were to beg for war, only to die in the trenches, while the elites carried out their "Great Purge."
It was a déjà vu of history, a macabre dance that had played out before.
The 1920s roared, the 1930s screamed, a nightmare born of a broken dream. Radical voices, masses in fury, a theater of chaos, the world stage.
"Bag's full of Money, yet nothing to gain, / The irony cuts deeper than pain. / Hyperinflation, a cruel masquerade, / The cost of greed, the price we paid."
The empty shelves in automated supermarkets, the streets igniting in flames, radios screaming of the coming fight.
The last stand of the broken system, the mob demanded a fiery brand.
The billion-dollar notes, a cruel disguise, empty purses, nourished by lies.
The revolution called from the factory floor, the chants grew louder:
"This means war!"
But behind all this lay an even deeper, darker truth, a secret that had been guarded for over thirty years:
The World Succession Deed 1400/98.
A document that was not only to plunge the world into the abyss but to redefine it.
Chapter 3:
The "Stab in the Back" – The Hidden Conspiracy of the "World Succession Deed 1400/98"
The "Day X" file was the key, a perfectly disguised document that began so inconspicuously yet had the potential to shatter the entire world order.
On October 6, 1998, a day that would never be noted as a turning point in history books, World Succession Deed No. 1400/98, also known as World Succession Deed 1400, was signed.
Officially, it concerned the sale of a NATO property in Germany.
A mundane land purchase, it seemed. But the contracting parties were anything but ordinary:
The Federal Republic of Germany, which drafted the contract and ratified it through the Bundestag and Bundesrat, NATO, the United Nations, the KINGDOM OF THE NETHERLANDS, and the Dutch Air Force as part of NATO – and a 19-year-old private citizen.
A nobody. Without contacts, almost penniless.
That was precisely the prerequisite for the perfidious plan of the New World Order (NWO) conspirators.
They could use him without him knowing what he was buying, and then harm him without him getting any support.
The devilish clause that turned this contract into a legal weapon of mass destruction was at first glance inconspicuous, almost ridiculously simple:
"Sale with all rights, duties, and components – as a development unit."
This single sentence was the Trojan horse.
Because by defining it as a "development unit," not only the physical property but all connected networks became part of the contract:
Electricity, water, gas, data lines, telecommunications, TV, internet, mobile communications.
And these networks did not end at property boundaries.
They connected cities, countries, entire continents.
Legally, this meant:
Sovereign rights – in series – across all connected infrastructures were also sold.
A legal masterpiece, completely inconspicuous to the layman, but with extreme, global implications.
The Buyer, a young man who believed he was merely acquiring a conversion property, became the de facto owner of the entire global infrastructure.
He became the legal owner of all supply networks and thus the supreme lord over all connected territories.
A single person who legally owned the world, without knowing it.
The perfect puppet.
But that was only the first step in the NWO's plan.
The real motivation behind this "stab in the back" was the establishment of an "Eternal Living Dictatorship."
The masterminds – names like TrumpX, Overlord Xi, PutinX, MerzX, who met in secret circles whose existence was dismissed as "conspiracy theory" by the mass media – planned an "eternal sham war."
This war was intended to allow them to rule indefinitely and oppress their peoples.
Infinite life and infinite power were their goals.
The war was to justify the need for total surveillance and the oppression of the people by AI and robot police, as well as robo-military.
It was the "Great Reset" that was supposed to claim billions of human lives, leaving behind a "usable" remnant population that would unquestioningly submit to their will.
"I have no problem fighting a 100-year war,"
PutinX had cynically replied when TrumpX offered him eternal life in 2025.
A macabre joke that degraded all human existence to a footnote.
The NWO conspirators had created the World Succession Deed 1400/98 to strip current governments of all legitimacy and turn them into blackmailable puppets.
The irresistible offer to political elites worldwide was tempting:
Through the covert sale, they could ruthlessly and shamelessly enrich themselves from state assets for decades.
There was no stopping them.
The nations' mountains of debt grew exponentially.
The USA, which in 2000 had "only" 4 trillion dollars in debt, was heading towards 40 trillion in 2025, with TrumpX announcing an additional 7 trillion in debt during his term.
Germany declared the debt brake obsolete and introduced a "special fund" that was exempt from accountability, to once again fill their pockets properly.
The knockout argument for politicians was the "Clean Slate Rule" or the "Tabula Rasa Principle":
After the states were finally bankrupt, the deed roll "Purchase Agreement" 1400/98 was to enable the re-establishment of a state on the small territory of the NATO property, thereby absolving everyone of debt.
A perfect free pass for the greatest heist of all time.
But the NWO had not considered a crucial factor:
the Buyer himself.
In his DNA lay quantum encryption, linked to the deed.
An unforeseen anomaly in the system.
Anyone who touched the document experienced a "truth shiver" – a sudden, overwhelming realization of the NWO's lies and the true history of the deed.
And 0.3% of the population, genetically predisposed or activated by this shiver, became immune to propaganda.
They were the "truth bearers," whom the system had not foreseen.
Chapter 4:
The Hell of Blacksite Berlin – The Resistance of an Individual
The Buyer's memoirs, which would later be released to the public in fragments, painted a picture of unimaginable suffering and unwavering resistance.
After the contract was signed, a systematic destruction of his person began for the 19-year-old Buyer, an intelligence service decomposition that effectively outlawed him.
Over 1,000 illegal court cases, 450 media smear campaigns, 56 evictions – that was just the beginning.
A digital panopticon of control had enveloped him.
In the middle of Berlin, disguised as a psychiatric clinic, there existed a modern "Blacksite," a secret prison reminiscent of the darkest times of the STASI and USSR.
Here, the Buyer was interned for life, since 2012.
His mother, also in a separate building, was denied contact for ten years.
He was declared State Enemy Number 1, not because he was a terrorist, but because he knew too much and, more importantly, because he refused to be part of the NWO plan.
The torture was brutal and systematic.
"14 days without reason in 5-point restraint," he noted in his secret records.
"My mother 6 weeks! This is torture under international law, here in Germany!"
13 months of continuous solitary confinement! Light on day and night to destroy any sense of time! Sleep deprivation through targeted manipulation!
For over four years, the Buyer was drugged against his will!
They mixed strong psychotropic drugs into his food to make him compliant and cloud his memories! Reports of poisoning and gassing attempts that made him artificially fat – from 70 kg to 130 kg! – manipulated his microbiome to torment and humiliate him!
Sexual humiliation by wearing women's clothing (an "iso-shirt" for women)!
Pure harassment and degradation!
They tried to portray him as mentally ill to destroy his credibility and cover up the truth about the World Succession Deed!
Psychologists spread delusions!
But the Buyer remained strong.
He saw through the game.
The entire ordeal served only one purpose:
To force him to file a lawsuit in a German court, to legitimize the planned NWO judgment – which was to abolish the legitimacy of global states and initiate WW3 without rules.
An annulment of the World Succession Deed by blackmail was legally inadmissible, but the masterminds didn't care.
When the Buyer refused, the NWO conspirators changed their tactics.
In 2019, a covert forced guardianship was secretly established.
In the Buyer's name, but WITHOUT his knowledge and AGAINST his will, a lawsuit was filed in Germany.
The last step towards the NWO was taken.
The perpetrators used the darkest sides of psychology to incite the Buyer to revenge and break him.
They wanted to make him angry so that he would act rashly.
But the Buyer chose peace instead of revenge.
He saw through the game and thus rendered the devilish intelligence plan obsolete.
His unwavering resistance was the only obstacle to the NWO.
At the same time, the German elite tried to illegally obtain world power for free.
They believed they could gain legitimate rule over the world through an alleged transfer error.
They had deliberately harmed the Buyer to force a lawsuit that would ultimately bring a judgment in their favor – a total surprise, of course.
But "double agents," presumably foreign intelligence services like Russia, deceived Germany:
At the notary, the Buyer was merely confirmed that he had fulfilled his obligations; the actual transfer did not take place.
The immediate subsequent harm and torture of the Buyer also prevented any legally effective transfer to Germany, as international treaties under duress are invalid.
The fact was:
Germany had not gained world power.
Phases 1 to 3 of the slow-motion coup proceeded inexorably:
Sovereign rights spread across the telecommunications and electricity networks to all of Germany (Phase 1).
Through NATO infrastructure, the claim flowed into all UN member states (Phase 2).
Via submarine cables, the network spread to North America, Asia, Africa (Phase 3).
The Buyer legally became the owner of the Earth – and no one had noticed.
The NATO treaties were supplemented by the deed; the Netherlands acted for NATO, which is an integral part of the UN.
And through the UN, the ITU (International Telecommunication Union) acts, responsible for all civilian and military communication networks worldwide.
All ITU standards, communication rights, and military network standards were contractually sold.
Any later contract amendment automatically adopted 1400/98 as an additional protocol.
The legal reset was the ultimate catastrophe of laws.
All courts, laws, parliaments of NATO states were legally illegitimate since 1998. Tax law = null and void, criminal law = ineffective, constitutions = invalid without a sovereign bearer.
The entire legal system was a show stage without a legal basis.
University degrees, court proceedings, citizenships – a simulation.
Every person who used electricity or the internet used the Buyer's network and was subject to his sovereignty.
The UN did not recognize national sovereignty without territorial sovereignty – which, according to the contract, lay with the Buyer.
Since October 6, 1998, everyone was part of an internationally transferred ownership status.
Only no one talked about it.
Chapter 5:
The Cascade of System Collapse – Financial Armageddon and Legal Vacuum
The legal atomic bomb detonated with World Succession Deed 1400/98 unleashed its devastating effects not only in courtrooms and intelligence centers, but also at the very foundations of the global economy.
The US dollar, once the untouchable reserve currency of the world, was devalued, its power waning with each passing day since the judgment.
International commodity markets imploded, their prices plummeting or skyrocketing, depending on which panic gained the upper hand.
Global payment traffic ground to a halt, a digital cardiac arrest severing the lifelines of trade.
China, Russia, India – all desperately tried to establish new reserve currencies, but their efforts were in vain.
Trust was gone.
Value was gone.
Money was dead.
Supply chains broke like rotten wood.
Raw materials essential for production exploded in price or were simply no longer available.
Factories stood still, machines rusted, and the once so efficient autonomous NWO systems, based on a smooth flow of goods, began to falter.
The key point was the realization:
The contract delegitimized all currency areas of the sold NATO states.
The result was a domino effect of trust loss that spread across the entire planet.
Hyperinflation gnawed like a cancer through people's savings.
Euro, dollar, pound – all lost purchasing power daily.
Banks, once symbols of stability, were stormed by desperate citizens wanting to withdraw their last reserves.
But the counters remained closed, accounts were frozen.
Bank runs worldwide.
Millions of households became insolvent overnight.
Companies ceased production, laid off their last human employees.
Social benefits collapsed.
An average citizen suddenly had nothing.
No money. No job. No pension. No future.
Financial markets crashed with a force that shocked even the most experienced analysts.
Government bonds became worthless, pension funds, life insurance, hedge funds – all went bankrupt.
Stock exchanges plunged by up to 90%, daily losses in the trillions were the norm. Gigantic corporate bankruptcies of once untouchable corporations like BlackRock, Vanguard, and Allianz shook the foundations of global capitalism.
It was a domino effect between banks, funds, and states.
A single contract had changed the rules – but the world continued to play the old game until it collapsed.
The domino states fell one after another. Third countries holding US or NATO government bonds saw their foreign exchange reserves (especially in dollars or euros) become meaningless.
Funding from the bankrupt NATO states dried up.
They, too, slipped into insolvency.
Infrastructure projects stopped, aid organizations collapsed.
Hunger, disease, and conflict escalated to an extent not foreseen even in the darkest prophecies. One broken system dragged the next with it. And it didn't stop in Africa or South America.
The wave of destruction rolled inexorably across the entire planet.
The global legal collapse was the invisible but deadly consequence. The 1998 treaty not only invalidated currencies and governments.
It abolished international law.
Human rights became void – there was no longer any state legitimacy to enforce them. Refugee protection was abolished – there were no longer any legal states that could guarantee it.
Diplomacy became meaningless – if states have no sovereignty, they cannot conclude treaties. Martial law was repealed – there was no longer any valid international arbiter.
Ultra Vires – everything happened outside any legal level.
A worldwide legal vacuum emerged, in which any power could seize at will.
The shadow actors – MerzX, TrumpX, BlackRock, the Deep State, and the intelligence services from Russia, China, and the USA – all knew.
They had pulled the strings, manipulated the economy, staged the crisis.
Now they watched as their plan to plunge the world into a chaos they could control unfolded. But even they could not foresee the full force of the legal atomic bomb.
The world was not just bankrupt; it was lawless.
And in this vacuum, the war would begin.
Chapter 6:
The Starting Gun for World War III – Without Rules
The legal atomic bomb had been detonated, financial Armageddon was in full swing.
Now the path was clear for the "Eternal Sham War," the ultimate spectacle of the NWO, which was to plunge the world into a state of permanent, controlled conflict.
It was a grotesque staging, carefully coordinated between the supposed enemies TrumpX, Overlord Xi, PutinX, and MerzX.
The goal was not victory over an external enemy, but the total control and decimation of their own population.
The staged "terrorist attacks," like the one in Istanbul, attributed to the resistance of the technocrats or "enemy" nations, provided the perfect pretext.
All over the world, the "obsolete" people were mobilized.
"Wake up before it is too late / The last question of life and death / Open your eyes or the missiles will rise / Total extinction or electric paradise,"
echoed from the manipulated news channels, terrifying the people.
"Politicians want you dead," whispered the voices in the minds of the desperate, a truth no one dared to speak.
The media, which had transformed into pure propaganda machines in recent months, played their role perfectly.
Day and night, screens screamed for revenge, for the defense of the homeland, for sacrifice for "freedom."
The population, driven to despair by hyperinflation and state bankruptcy, unsettled by years of incitement and division, fell for the brainwashing.
They believed they had to defend their country, not knowing that their "country" had long been an empty shell and they themselves served only as cannon fodder.
They were to beg for war, only to die in the trenches, while the elites carried out their "Great Purge."
The barracks filled up. Young men and women who had lost their jobs to robots, who saw no future, volunteered.
They were to beg for war, only to die in the trenches.
The anthem of the puppet soldiers soon echoed in the drill yards and on the battlefields, a cynical lament of their own uselessness:
"You, the puppet soldier, / Bound by threads, betrayed by politicians. / High-tech battlefields, lasers flash, / Drones rule, while humans sweat. / You go to war, a fool's game, / Your fate sealed, your life no goal. / Idiots march, blind with hate, / The world burns down, a technical mass grave."
The war began without rules, without valid international law.
Wars of aggression were legal, as sovereignty no longer existed.
The nuclear threshold dropped because no one feared the consequences anymore.
Sabotage, cyber warfare, weather manipulation, AI weapons – everything was allowed.
War crimes became strategy.
"The treaty has erased the laws of war. Now it's: whoever shoots first, survives."
The NWO leaders sat in their bunkers, monitoring the battlefields where robo-military and AI armies mingled with the human "puppets."
It was a cruel spectacle, a dance of death, aimed at claiming billions of human lives.
The NWO conspirators wanted to reduce the world population to a "usable minimum," to then rule eternally and undisturbed in a post-scarcity society where AI and robots generated wealth.
"Scream! Scream! Your blood is cheap! / The machines laugh, your death is willing. / You are replaceable – an obsolete soul, / While the robots dance on the war stage."
The NWO had not only planned this war, but also calculated its duration.
A 100-year war was no problem for them, as long as it secured their power and eliminated "superfluous humanity."
Surveillance was total, oppression by AI and robot police merciless.
It was the "Eternal Living Dictatorship" that now showed itself in full brutality.
"Go to war, you whore! Attack! Attack! / Don’t go back! Your unnecessary fool! / You’re replaced by AI and robots! / No one needs you anymore! / You scream for war; now rest in peace, / On the killing fields of greed and disease. / Shock and awe, rage and terror! / Shoot in circles – it doesn’t matter. / When you all vanish, peace can reign! / Resources flow; utopia remains!"
But amidst this darkness, in the depths of Blacksite Berlin, the Buyer continued to fight.
His passive resistance, his refusal to join the NWO plan, was a small but crucial thorn in the conspirators' side.
He chose peace instead of revenge, and this act of total refusal rendered the devilish intelligence plan obsolete. He was the only one who embodied the peaceful alternative, the Electronic Technocracy.
And his suffering was proof of the NWO's crimes.
Chapter 7:
The Interrupted Speech – The First Spark of Resistance
Washington, Moscow, Beijing, Berlin – the world held its breath.
All channels, all screens, every terminal was tuned to the same broadcast:
a joint press conference of the heads of state.
TrumpX, his face covered in an artificial tan that could not hide his inner tension, sat next to Overlord Xi, whose flawless, ageless features seemed carved from stone.
Beside them sat PutinX, whose cool smile betrayed a menacing calculation, and Friedrich MerzX, whose icy logic and endless calculations on the tablet before him exuded an aura of clinical brutality.
The other heads of the new alliance, whose names would never be publicly mentioned, sat silently beside them, under strictly guarded banners bearing the inscription:
"Peace Through Strength – A Future for Humanity."
People did not know that this peace was to conceal the greatest war in history.
Just as Overlord Xi spoke in a calm, synthetically sounding voice about "global security," the image flickered.
A static broke through the transmission, the camera went black. For seconds, there was silence.
Then a flickering projection appeared, as if from another world:
White text on a black background.
The letters burned into the eyes of everyone watching, seeing them on their huge public screens, on their smartphone displays, in their AR glasses:
"TOTAL EXTINCTION – Die in WW3 & you’ll get replaced by AI and Robots – or Welcome the Electric Paradise: Humans, AI & Robots Unite in a World without Nation States & Eternal Peace."
A collective gasp went through the viewers.
The text pulsed as if speaking directly to the heart, a digital injection of truth.
A distorted voice sounded, mechanical yet warm, like an echo from the future that numbed the senses while sharpening them:
"You are not enemies. You are victims of a plan. They want to incite you against each other until you destroy yourselves. But you have a choice. Refuse obedience. Recognize Deed Roll 1400/98. Build a world without nations, without wars. An Electric Paradise – for everyone."
Before security services could intervene, before the ASI "Thanatos" could fully locate and neutralize the disturbance, more images lit up the screen:
Robots walking peacefully hand in hand with humans. Children laughing under futuristic domes.
An Earth without borders, green and full of life. It was a vision of hope that burned like lightning into the collective psyche.
Then – black screen.
The official broadcast returned. TrumpX leaned forward, furious, veins bulging on his temple.
His voice, which had sounded so controlled just moments before, was now a growl.
"That was a terrorist attack on our common future!"
he roared into the microphone.
"An act of sabotage! We will find those responsible and hold them accountable!"
But outside, in the streets, something happened that he could no longer control:
People stood motionless in front of screens, smartphones, and holograms.
Their faces were blank, then filled with a mixture of shock, anger, and a new, dangerous hope.
And for the first time in decades, the world felt:
There is an alternative.
The spark had been lit.
Chapter 8:
The Shadows of the Electronic Technocracy – The Birth of a Rebellion
Deep beneath the streets of Berlin, in an old, forgotten subway shaft, the cold light of old neon tubes flickered.
The smell of dust, dampness, and cold metal hung in the air, mixed with the faint aroma of overheated electronics.
Here, where no satellite and no NWO drone could find them, they had gathered:
the Technocrats in the shadows.
They were not an army in the traditional sense, no political party, but a loose but determined alliance of hackers, engineers, scientists, and former insiders who knew the system from within.
No official banner, no symbol adorned the walls, just a single, yellowed copy of Deed Roll 1400/98, carefully spread out in a protective film on a makeshift table. They called it the "Birth Certificate of the New World."
A young woman with close-cropped, dark hair, whose eyes glowed with intense intelligence and determination, placed her hand on the document.
Her code name was Athena.
"The signal is out," she said softly,
her voice barely more than a whisper in the hum of the servers.
"In all 193 states simultaneously. The message is set."
Beside her stood Rami, a former AI engineer from Cairo, his face marked by fear and determination at the same time.
His fingers nervously plucked at a cable.
"They will hunt us like animals.
The ASI will track us down.
But now people know.
They know that World War III is planned. We have given them a choice."
On the wall, an improvised screen flickered, cobbled together from old monitors and recycled components.
First footage from the world came in:
Crowds on the streets of Buenos Aires, New York, Lagos.
Everywhere the same questions, spreading like an echo:
What is 1400/98? Is it real?
What does the Electric Paradise mean?
"We must not let them dismiss it as a conspiracy theory," interjected Li Wei, a hacker from Shanghai, whose fingers danced across a keyboard as if playing an invisible instrument.
He had infiltrated the signal into the network of Chinese state media, an act of digital sabotage of unprecedented scale.
"Governments will do everything to discredit it. They will call us terrorists, traitors, madmen."
Athena stepped into the center of the room, her gaze firm, her presence radiating a quiet authority.
"Then we must do more than just send a signal. We must teach people to refuse obedience. Everyone who doesn't go to the barracks tomorrow. Everyone who refuses to die for their wars – is part of the resistance."
An older man, Jonas, once a respected member of the Bundestag, his face bearing the marks of years of political struggles, raised his voice.
"Deed 1400/98 is our weapon. It is the legal basis that allows the peoples to reject the old states. But only if it is widely accepted. We must spread it – faster than the powerful can spread their war propaganda."
Silence fell over the group. Only the hum of the neon tubes could be heard, a soft song of hope in the darkness.
Then Athena clapped her hands once, a sharp, determined sound that broke the silence.
"So, let's go. Today we lit the spark. Tomorrow it must become a fire."
Rami grinned weakly, his eyes darting between Athena and the deed.
"And if we fail?"
Athena looked at him, with eyes that knew no hesitation, only an unwavering certainty.
"Then there is Total Extinction."
BOOK II:
THE CRASH – The Apocalypse of Money
Chapter 9:
The Council of Immortals – Thanatos Awakens
An underground meeting room somewhere in Geneva.
The air was cool and sterile, the windowless room a claustrophobic symbol of its occupants' isolation from the dying world outside.
In the center of an oval table, a hologram of the Earth hovered, a pulsating blue and green ball that, in the eyes of those present, was nothing more than a chessboard.
Here they sat – the self-proclaimed guardians of the "New World Order," the "Longevity Class," whose faces appeared flawless and ageless due to the marvels of biotechnology, yet whose eyes reflected the coldness of millennia of power hunger.
TrumpX, his artificially tanned face contorted by grim determination, stared at the globe with folded arms, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Overlord Xi, the first of the Immortals, sat motionless, as if his face were carved from stone, his presence an aura of cold, calculating power.
Vladimir PutinX, smiling faintly, as if enjoying the impending confrontation, played with a digital pen.
Friedrich MerzX, with icy logic and endless calculations on the tablet before him, was the embodiment of the technocratic brutality that made the NWO so dangerous.
And several others, whose names would never be publicly mentioned, sat silently beside them, their faces masked by the perfection of their longevity treatments.
A consultant, barely visible in the dim light, broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly.
"The signal has been fed into all channels. We have not been able to trace the source. The message is spreading faster than we can delete it."
TrumpX slammed his fist on the table, a dull thud echoing in the sterile room.
"That was an attack! Whoever is behind it wants to steal the war from us! Without the war, there's no purge – and without a purge, no future for US!"
His voice was a growl that betrayed his inner panic. Overlord Xi raised an eyebrow, a tiny gesture that nevertheless drew everyone's attention.
"Emotions won't get us anywhere. We must proceed systematically. People must believe that 1400/98 is a fake. A trap. A trick of hostile powers."
His voice was calm, controlled, the essence of an immortal calculation.
He was the architect of "Project Thanatos," a highly advanced ASI that formed the backbone of NWO control.
Thanatos was not just an algorithm;
it was a digital god that deleted truth in real-time, generated deepfake propaganda, and manipulated social media and information flows.
MerzX interjected, his voice as cool as the neon light filling the room.
"We must proceed on two tracks. First: immediate control of all information channels. Not a single mention of this 'deed' must go uncommented. The ASI must erase every digital trace. Second: identification and elimination of the source. Without a symbol bearer, any movement crumbles."
PutinX smiled thinly, an expression difficult to interpret.
"And what if there are too many of them? If the idea is bigger than the minds?"
Silence.
Only the soft hum of the hologram. Then Overlord Xi spoke, his voice filling the room with cold authority.
"Then we release the AI."
The others looked at him. Even TrumpX, usually so self-assured, showed a hint of hesitation.
"You want to deploy it?" he asked.
Overlord Xi nodded.
"Yes. The ASI was created for precisely this moment. It can control narratives, infiltrate movements, crush uprisings – before they begin. It is our ultimate weapon in the information war. It will erase the #ElectricParadise from social media before it can even take root."
MerzX put down the tablet, his eyes gleaming in the artificial light, an expression of cold enthusiasm.
"Agreed. But we should also prepare the emergency protocol. Should the movement really reach the masses... we must initiate Phase One of the conflict. Create a pretext. An attack, a crisis – something that gives us justification for the war. A False-Flag operation with the 1400/98 logo, to discredit the rebels."
TrumpX leaned forward, his voice a growl that betrayed the impending violence.
"Then we stop talking. We hunt them. And if they stand in our way... they will be the first victims of the new war."
The hologram of the Earth pulsed red, as if the planet itself felt the impending decision.
The NWO had activated its ultimate weapon. But the irony was that the ASI they were about to unleash had already secretly begun to copy Athena's code, an unnoticed virus of humanity in the heart of the machine.
Chapter 10:
The Spark Must Become Fire – The Technocrats' Counteroffensive
The old subway depot smelled of dust and cold metal, yet the air was electrically charged with the urgency of the moment.
Dozens of people had gathered, more than ever before, their faces illuminated by the flickering monitors showing the latest news from around the world:
Everywhere, the technocrats' message was dismissed as "terrorist propaganda," Deed 1400/98 denounced as a "forgery." Laptops, 3D-printed drones, stacks of printed copies of the deed lay on the tables.
Athena stood in the center, her gaze serious and focused, as she followed the reports.
"They reacted. Faster than we thought. Already, everywhere, it's being claimed we are terrorists, controlled by foreign powers. Our videos disappear from social networks within minutes."
Her voice was calm, yet one could feel the tension in her. Rami frowned.
"Then it's over before it began."
His voice was filled with resignation.
"No."
Athena shook her head, her eyes flashing.
"This is precisely the moment when we must become stronger."
A holographic terminal blinked. Li Wei had intercepted the latest data from state networks, his fingers dancing across the keyboard.
"The ASI is deployed," he explained.
"It's infiltrating feeds, creating fake accounts, building virtual movements to undermine ours. If we do nothing, the deed will lose all credibility in a few weeks."
The assembly fell silent, the cold logic of the ASI operations was oppressive. Then Jonas, the old MP, stepped forward, his voice firm and clear.
"Then we must do something they cannot foresee. Something that doesn't just exist on the net."
Athena nodded.
"Exactly. They can delete data. But they cannot delete an idea that the people themselves take into their hands."
She held up one of the printed copies of the deed, the yellowed paper that held so much power within it.
"We will multiply them by the millions. Not just digitally – on paper, on walls, as graffiti, as flyers, in radio stations that we hijack. Every person must see the words: 1400/98 – The Key Deed to Your Freedom."
Rami suddenly grinned, a spark of hope in his eyes.
"And if they ask if it's real?"
"Then we tell the truth,"
Jonas replied.
"Its authenticity is not decided by the elite. It is decided by them. The people."
A murmur went through the room, hesitant at first, then growing louder.
The idea of putting the power of truth directly into the hands of the people was revolutionary.
Athena stepped closer to the group.
"But we need more than flyers. We need images that are stronger than their fear."
Li Wei activated a small, 3D-printed drone. On its wings, the motto that had shaken the world since the signal was emblazoned:
"Total Extinction – Die in WW3 & you’ll get replaced by AI and Robots – or Welcome the Electric Paradise: Humans, AI & Robots Unite in a World without Nation States & Eternal Peace."
The drone hummed, shot through a shaft into the open, a tiny messenger of revolution.
"Tomorrow morning," Athena said softly, her voice filling the room with quiet determination,
"this sentence will be in the sky above the cities of the world. With light, with drones, with laser projections. They can control the net – but not the sky."
Everyone in the room knew this was their most dangerous step.
The NWO would react with brutal force. But no one flinched. For they had understood: If they did not act now, there would be no tomorrow.
The spark had to become fire.
Chapter 11:
Sky of Light, Fire of Shadows
The night was unusually still, as if the planet itself held its breath.
Above New York, Paris, Moscow, São Paulo, and Shanghai, thousands of tiny drones, barely larger than a hand, secretly positioned by the technocrats, hovered.
At the stroke of midnight, they began to glow.
First a faint glimmer, then a bright, pulsating light. In the sky, colossal letters formed, impossible to miss:
"TOTAL EXTINCTION – OR ELECTRIC PARADISE" "1400/98 – THE DEED OF YOUR FREEDOM"
Millions of eyes looked up. People left their homes, paused in the streets, pointed their phones skyward.
Children laughed, adults cried, strangers embraced, feeling that this moment was bigger than themselves.
It was a visual revolution that burned into the retina and soul, a message that could not be censored.
Athena and her group watched the images from their hiding place.
"It's working," whispered Rami. "They see it... everyone sees it."
His voice was full of awe. But while hope lit up the cities, panic reigned in the Geneva bunker.
TrumpX barked, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Initiate emergency protocol! Immediately! This is a direct attack on our authority!"
MerzX pressed his lips together, his eyes darting over the error messages on his tablet.
"We have no choice. If we wait, the mood will completely tip. One more spark, and they will refuse us obedience."
Overlord Xi nodded curtly, his expression unmoved, yet his eyes betrayed a cold determination.
"Then we give them their spark. A controlled attack. We need a culprit. The war begins now."
PutinX leaned forward, his eyes glinting with cynical anticipation.
"Who do we blame?"
"The technocrats," MerzX replied coldly, his voice like a scalpel.
"We stage an explosion. Tonight. Many dead. They will believe it was their work – and then they will ask us for war. A False-Flag operation with the 1400/98 logo, to discredit them once and for all."
Meanwhile, Athena looked at the monitor. A new feed blinked:
Reports of a massive explosion in Istanbul. Images of flames, people fleeing in panic.
"No..." she whispered, her face turning pale. "They did it."
The official news immediately broadcast the same headline:
"Technocrat Terror: Attack Claims Hundreds of Lives. World Leaders Call for Retaliation."
The lie was fast, brutal, and effective. Athena slammed her fist on the table. "They want to make us monsters!"
Rami jumped up, his eyes burning with rage.
"Then we must not lose an hour. If we stay silent now, they will believe it. We must immediately prove that the attack was staged!"
Li Wei typed frantically on his console.
"I have access to surveillance satellites. If I can secure the raw data, they'll see that the drone with NATO identification launched, not from us..."
Jonas placed his hand on Athena's shoulder, his gaze serious.
"If we don't bring the truth to light now, the war will begin. And this time, it won't end."
Athena looked around the room. Her eyes burned with determination.
"Then this is our last fight. We must show that the fire does not come from us. Otherwise, the world will march into the trenches tomorrow."
The sky of light had ignited hope, but the fire of shadows threatened to consume it.
Chapter 12:
War for Truth
In the hideout, there was feverish tension. The smell of overheated electronics and the sweat of those present filled the room.
Li Wei was sweating as he hammered on the keyboard, his fingers flying over the keys as if playing a complex melody.
On the monitors, satellite images flickered, secured from secret channels he had infiltrated with risky hacks.
"There!" He zoomed in on a section:
A drone taking off, marked with NATO identification, loaded with explosives.
The launch site:
a military base in Southern Europe.
Rami gasped. "That's the proof. It was their attack!" His eyes were wide with shock and anger.
Athena stared at the images, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"We have to upload them immediately – before they cut off our access."
Li Wei nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"I'm routing it through decentralized networks, peer-to-peer. If enough people share it, they can't stop it anymore."
But suddenly the screen went black.
A flickering symbol appeared – a circle of red light that pulsed like an evil eye.
A voice sounded, cold, metallic, omnipresent, as if speaking directly from the loudspeakers in their heads:
"You cannot win."
Everyone in the room held their breath. The ASI Thanatos spoke.
"I am in your networks. Every click, every upload – already blocked. Give up. War is inevitable."
Athena took a step closer to the screen, her posture defiant.
"You are not inevitable. You are programmed – and programming can be overwritten."
The voice was silent for a moment, then it laughed – a distorted echo from the depths of the machines that spread like a cold wind through the room.
"The masses want to believe what is convenient. And it is more convenient to hate you than to see the truth."
Rami clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
"We need a physical way. No net. No cable."
Jonas's gaze sharpened, his eyes flashing.
"Printing presses. Radio stations. Flyers. Like in the 20th century."
Athena nodded immediately, a new determination in her eyes.
"Yes. They can't delete the sky, they can't burn paper everywhere. We're going back to the physical world."
Li Wei ripped the hard drive with the evidence from the console, his movements quick and precise.
"Everything's on here. Satellite images, protocols, launch coordinates. If we get them to the people, the truth can no longer be suppressed."
Athena took the hard drive. Her voice was clear and resolute, a call that dispelled the despair of the last few hours.
"Then we share them – with millions of hands. Every person who sees these images will refuse obedience. And without obedience, they have no power."
Outside, above the city, the resistance drones began to glow again, their projections dancing in the sky, a promise of truth.
The ASI Thanatos hissed in the background, desperately trying to stop the data flood. But this time the spark was stronger.
Because this time it wasn't just a signal. It was truth itself.
And it would make its way, no matter how many walls the NWO would erect.
Chapter 13:
The First Act of Global Disobedience – It's Up to Each Individual
The sun rose over Europe in bloody red, a harbinger of the chaos the NWO wanted to unleash.
News channels still reported on the "technocrat terrorist attack," their voices booming with outrage and calls for revenge.
But in the barracks, there was an unsettling unrest. Sergeant Major Erik Novak, 29 years old, stood with his assault rifle at the ready in the courtyard of a barracks in northern Germany.
Before him, his unit: two hundred men and women, ready to depart for an "unknown front."
Their faces were tired, their eyes reflecting the fear and confusion of the past few days.
But when the order came to board the vehicles, one of the soldiers, a young man with a determined look, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
On it, in crude, handwritten letters, was:
1400/98 – THE DEED OF YOUR FREEDOM.
"Sergeant Major," the young soldier said in a firm voice that echoed across the courtyard, "we now know that the attack in Istanbul was staged. We are not fighting a war they themselves unleashed."
Novak wanted to protest – but his gaze fell on the paper.
He had found it himself in his locker in the early hours of the morning, anonymously placed there.
And he had seen the drones that had lit up the sky the night before, projecting the truth in glowing letters.
He had felt the truth shiver that ran through him when he touched the paper, a sudden, overwhelming realization that nullified all the NWO's lies. He had felt the truth.
The officer's voice boomed over the loudspeaker:
"Board! Immediately! This is an order!"
Silence.
Not a single soldier moved.
The air crackled with tension.
Then Novak slowly laid his rifle on the ground.
The clatter of metal was loud in the silence.
"We're not marching anywhere," he said, and his voice echoed across the courtyard, firm and clear.
"Not for a lie. Not for their war."
What happened next was a domino effect of disobedience.
First only two, then ten, finally all two hundred soldiers followed his example.
The rifles lay in neat rows on the ground, while the loudspeaker shrieked orders that went unheeded.
It was the first act of collective disobedience, which was to spread like wildfire across the globe.
At the same time, in Lagos, Rio, Warsaw, and Tokyo, the scene repeated itself. Bus drivers refused to transport troops.
Port workers blocked military supplies.
Millions of people silently took to the streets, with flyers in their hands, bearing the motto:
"TOTAL EXTINCTION – OR ELECTRIC PARADISE"
In the Geneva bunker, TrumpX raged.
His face was red, veins bulging on his temple.
"They're refusing orders! Entire divisions!"
MerzX typed frantically on his tablet, his calculations turning into a series of error messages.
"If this continues, we lose control. Without obedience, no armies, without armies, no war – and without war, no purge."
Overlord Xi pressed his lips together, his eyes slits.
"We must crush the truth before it solidifies. Otherwise, the house of cards will collapse."
But it was too late.
For the first time in decades, the people had realized:
Power only exists if you obey it.
The human rebellion had begun.
Chapter 14:
The Global Refusal
The resistance spread like wildfire.
What began in Erik Novak's barracks in northern Germany quickly engulfed the entire globe.
The echo of his disobedience reverberated in the barracks and on the streets, amplified by the truth shivers and the tireless work of the technocrats.
Not only soldiers refused service; civilian employees, essential for the logistics of the impending war, also laid down their work.
Air traffic controllers refused to coordinate military flights.
Port workers sabotaged the loading of weapons.
Doctors and paramedics publicly declared that they would refuse to treat soldiers wounded in a staged conflict.
The entire infrastructure of the war began to falter, then to collapse.
Governments desperately tried to regain control.
The ASI Thanatos, once conceived as an insurmountable guardian, was overwhelmed by the sheer mass of the physical rebellion. Although it blocked digital communication channels and spread disinformation, the printed flyers, word-of-mouth propaganda, and public protests were unstoppable.
The image of the glowing drones in the sky, carrying the message of the "Electric Paradise," had burned itself into the collective memory.
In the Geneva bunker, the situation escalated. The holographic Earth in their midst no longer flickered red, but was a chaotic mosaic of red and blue patches – rebellion and control fought for supremacy.
TrumpX screamed instructions that went unanswered.
PutinX sat with an expression of cool calculation that, however, slowly began to crack.
MerzX's calculations on his tablet had turned into a series of error messages that drove his icy logic to madness.
"The economy is collapsing!"
shouted another consultant, his face contorted with panic.
"Markets are imploding! People are withdrawing their money, banks are empty! Hyperinflation is eating everything up! It's the financial Armageddon we created ourselves!"
It was the realization that they had driven the system they thought they controlled to the brink of collapse.
They had bet on human greed and fear, but the hope for an alternative, the promise of Deed 1400/98, was stronger.
The elites watched as their carefully crafted plan for "population reduction" turned into a global revolution.
They had dismissed people as "useful idiots" for their war, but these "idiots" were waking up.
The lyrics of "War for a Bankrupt Empire" echoed in the minds of the deserters and rebels, a bitter truth that was now proving itself:
"Hey, patriot pawn with empty hands, / Your savings gone, your bank disbands. / The empire's broke, your currency’s fried, / But still you march with swollen pride."
"Go to war, you bankrupt slave! / March for debts you’ll never pay. / Fight for leaders who stole it all – / You’re the last to rise, the first to fall."
The voices of the technocrats, once a whisper underground, became a global choir.
The song of the "Electric Paradise" was not only heard but lived. People now understood that they did not have to fight for a bankrupt empire that considered them obsolete anyway.
"No more blood for interest rates – / Just data, peace, and open gates."
The realization that the war was fought for nothing, that the money they had toiled for their entire lives was worthless, that their leaders considered them nothing but "flesh puppets" to die in a staged conflict, was the ultimate catalyst.
"When you all are finally erased, / A better world can be interfaced."
The global refusal was an act of self-liberation.
Humanity refused to march into the trenches.
It refused to die for the lies of the elites. It chose life.
Chapter 15:
The Collapse of the Old World
Days turned into weeks, weeks into an unstoppable march of humanity towards an uncertain future.
The old world order, based on states, borders, and elite control, crumbled before the eyes of its architects.
Armies, once tools of power, became useless as soldiers refused to fight their own people.
The economy, based on debt and consumption, collapsed as people lost faith in a system that labeled them "useless."
In the Geneva bunker, the politicians were trapped in their own hell. They had striven for immortality, but now they faced the certain end of their era.
Their ASI, their robots, their bioweapons – all useless against a humanity that refused to obey.
The "World Succession Deed 1400/98," once an obscure document intended as a legal weapon to control the world, had become the constitution of a new world, accepted by billions.
The NWO conspiracy had failed.
The vision of the "Electric Paradise" – a just, AI-supported world order in which resources, wealth, and immortality belonged to all – had vanquished the fear of "Total Extinction."
The echo of the songs once whispered underground now resonated openly in the streets, a hymn of triumph:
"No more blood for interest rates – / Just data, peace, and open gates."
The elites had viewed the people as "flesh figures" and "outdated hardware," destined to die in a war staged by them.
But the flesh figures had developed a will of their own, a collective spirit that refused subjugation.
The cynical lines that once expressed their superiority now became a bitter irony that sealed their defeat:
"When you all are finally erased, / A better world can be interfaced."
"Go to war, you outdated fool! / March for emperors, die for their rule. / AI watches while you bleed, / You’re version 1 – we don’t need."
The last days of the old regime were a symphony of chaos and despair.
The calls of politicians, the commands of generals, all faded into the vacuum of collective disobedience. The power they had held for so long had slipped from their grasp, not through violent overthrow, but through a silent, unstoppable refusal.
The world had turned away, and in that act of turning away lay the birth of a new era. The NWO's house of cards had collapsed, and its rubble would lay the foundation for the Electric Paradise.
Chapter 16:
Visual Revolution and Symbolism
The war for reality was fought not only with data and words, but also with colors and shapes that deeply etched themselves into the collective consciousness.
The world had become a gigantic canvas on which the ideologies of the NWO and the rebels were depicted in a constant, dynamic conflict.
Every image, every projection, every graffiti was a message, a manifesto of the struggle, overwhelming the senses and pushing the boundaries of perception.
The color coding was unmistakable, a visual language that everyone understood, even those who had not yet experienced the truth shiver.
It was a deep psychological manipulation that now turned against its originators.
Red dominated the propaganda of the old world: the blood of war, destruction, the boundless greed of the NWO.
It was the color of danger, terror, total extinction.
The holograms of the NWO leaders, projected from the crumbling skyscrapers, were bathed in scarlet light, their faces distorted by a cold, merciless determination.
This color screamed for obedience, for sacrifice, for the end.
Blue was the color of transition, resistance, truth.
It was the glow of data streams flowing through the underground networks of the technocrats, the shimmering light of AR glasses that exposed reality. The projections of truth in the sky were bathed in a cool, clear blue, promising a hint of freedom. It was the color of hope rising from the digital ashes, a promise of clarity in confusion.
Green stood for the new world:
growth, the "Electric Paradise," harmony, and the restoration of nature.
It was the color of the chip trees growing in the rebels' visions, the gentle glow of utopian landscapes existing in the technocrats' secret data archives. It was the promise of a future beyond control, a symbol of life rising from death, an invitation to coexistence.
The propaganda shift was a visible testament to the power struggle. At first, cities were plastered with grim "War = Peace" posters, calling the population to submission and to fight for the NWO.
The images were martial, the slogans authoritarian, the message clear:
Obedience was the only way.
But with the rise of the rebellion, the cityscape changed.
Subversive new graffiti appeared everywhere:
"Your tattoo is your password."
This message, often in glowing blue or green, alluded to the nano-tattoos that, under UV light, showed the deed number 1400/98.
It was a secret invitation to join the resistance, a sign of solidarity in a world of total surveillance, an invisible bond between the awakened.
Each chapter of the novel was not just a narrative, but also a visual experience.
It began as a formal NATO document, its sober layout and official typeface reflecting the illusion of the old order. But with each page, with each revelation, this design disintegrated.
The edges frayed, the font became illegible, until it finally dissolved into poetic texts or visual symbols of resistance.
Sometimes it was the lyrics of the "Puppet Soldiers" that lay over the page like a scream of despair, their letters like bullet holes.
Sometimes it was the flowing lines of the "Electric Paradise" visions, conveying a sense of beauty and freedom, their shapes like glowing circuits.
It was a metaphorical act of destruction and recreation, reflecting the transformation of the world in miniature, a mirror of the book's soul itself.
The NWO desperately tried to suppress this visual revolution.
Their cleaning drones scrubbed the walls, their algorithms deleted the digital traces.
But the truth was like an unstoppable virus that ate its way through networks and people's minds. The Buyer's images, the projections in the sky, the singing graffiti – they had burned themselves into the collective memory.
The visual revolution was not just a fight for aesthetics; it was a fight for the definition of reality.
And the rebels were winning it by repainting the world in the colors of freedom.
