CEA Issue 2

CEA Issue 2

    Isaac was alone in his room. He'd been there ever since his family was killed. Everybody but him and Ryan. That was three days ago. Isaac was starving and dehydrated. But he couldn't go downstairs. Isaac refused to look upon the bodies of his family. Isaac remained in his room for several more hours.
    There was not much he could do in his room. When the bombs hit, the TV blacked out. He would not be playing video games for a while. Not like one of his many violent ones were very appealing any more. What could be happening. The language spoken by those brutal savages sounded a lot like the language most people in the CEA now speak, at least that's what he assumed based on the bits he'd heard on the news and other sources. But why would they attack the United States? The U.S. hasn't threatened them in over seventeen years. In fact, America has been pursuing friendly relations with the CEA for the past four years. Isaac always thought the soldiers in that fought for the CEA were more merciful too, but the way they slit Erin and Isaac's mother's throats... it was so animalistic, primal. The officer seemed quite volatile too. Perhaps if Isaac's dad hadn't pulled the gun on them, they'd have been more merciful. But Isaac needed to get up. He had to do something, find someone.  He should head over to one of his neighbor's houses. Maybe he could stay with them. But first...
    Isaac slowly crept down the stairs, shivering, but his face was as emotionless as a stone. He looked over into the living room, but had to avert his gaze. Isaac could not look upon the bodies. It was too... he couldn't think of the word. He just didn't want to see them.
    He crept forward, still avoiding looking at them. The smell of dried blood crept up into his nostrils like cockroaches. Hi stomach began to turn and he stumbled a bit. When he finally regained control of himself, he decided he must look upon them. Isaac stood there for a moment, his mind racing. He willed himself to look, and nearly passed out. There they were, throats slit and blood dried out all around them, soaked into the carpet and their clothing. His father lay on his back with his chest blown open. His hands still clutched the rifle, his finger still on the trigger.
    Isaac's stomach began to churn violently, and he felt light headed. He began to stumble about like a drunken bar goer. Isaac tried to grab on to the coffee table to steady himself, but his knees buckled and he fell to them. Vomit then shot up and out of his mouth, getting all over his shirt. He broke. The stone was broken by a mighty pickaxe. He sobbed like a small child. His face turned red and tears streamed down his face like a faucet. His mother, sister and father were killed. He saw the whole thing. They were slaughtered like pigs. He suddenly was enraged. How dare these animals invade his home and murder his family. He would kill as many as possible. He wanted to see them beg for there lives. Maybe he could join the military. No they'd never condone such inhumane things. He decided the first thing he should look into doing was finding his older brother, ryan.
   Isaac pushed himself to his feet, eyes soar and red, and his stomach still felt awful. He wiped aways ome tears and walked to where his father lay. Isaac kneeled down next to him, and placed his hand on the necklace around his dad's neck. Isaac undid it and inspected the necklace. It was normal string, of a decent thickness and had a silver locket. When he opened the locket, he saw a photograph inside. It was a picture of Isaac's mom dad, sister brother and him. His dad always wore this necklace, keeping the locket under his shirt. He stared at the picture for several minutes until he placed it around his neck. It would stay with him for the rest of his life. Isaac then gave his attention to the rifle. The M14 his father bought a few years ago. Isaac had only shot it a handful of times, and couldn't hit the broadside of a barn. He supposed he might have to learn. Quickly. He looked over it for another minute and then lifted it from his dead father's grasp. Ever since large clips were banned for civilians, his father could only buy magazines with five rounds in them, maximum. His dad had probably fired the gun three times, so now there were only two bullets left in the magazine. Isaac needed more ammunition, and figured his dad had probably tucked an extra magazine into his belt. Isaac suddenly felt disgusted with himself for thinking of looting his fathers dead body. Taking the locket was one thing, but this didn't feel right. He'd have to go and open up the safe his father kept the rifle and probably around thirty rounds in. The only issue was that Isaac's father was the only one who knew the combination, and and he wasn't going to be able to Isaac it. Look's like Isaac would have to find more ammunition elsewhere.
    Isaac got back to his feet and took a deep breath. He'd have to leave this house. Maybe he could go to a neighbor's house and stay there. However, he had to do something first.
    Isaac walked out the back door to his backyard. He suddenly noticed what sounded like gunshots and unintelligible yelling coming from somewhere. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed this earlier, as it sounded fairly close by. He just hoped whatever was happening, his team was winning.
    He proceeded to walk about the yard, which was of reasonable size. He spotted a nice, tall oak tree. That tree was over two-hundred years old, and once had a swing on it. It sat there, wise and old. He liked it very much, and wished that the swing that was once there still was. He could use something to distract him. He then made the decision that this was where he would bury his Mother, Father, and Sister.

TO BE CONTINUED

CEA Issue 1

    CEA

This is a fictional story, not one of my idea's. Just letting you know.

   When the Central European Alliance formed a decade or so ago, people figured it was an answer to the turmoil that Europe had been buried in for the last two generations. It started when a revolution started in  the Ukraine and inspired rebels in Austria, France, and Poland to rise up against the despots that were in control of the countries at the time. All of which were successful. Now that the countries had new leaders, they banded together in an early form of the CEA called the UPHF formation. When Germany, Slovakia, and the Czech Republic joined the UPHF, they renamed themselves the CEA. A short period of peace followed, but the leader of the CEA, Behemus Suvoruv succumbed to expansionist greed and began a war that basically engulfed all of Europe. 

   Meanwhile in the U.S., we returned to isolation. After our war on terrorism completely fell apart, and our brief war with North Korea lead to the two month long North Korean occupation of Los Angeles ended in most of the Korean peninsula becoming a smoldering nuclear wasteland, several protests ensued in america to limit the production of nuclear weapons. A few years later, we relocated all of our production of nuclear missiles to Texas. A secret group of terrorists in the area took this chance to launch an attack on one of the missile silos. They received reinforcements from several middle eastern countries and successfully attacked one of the silo's. Because the economy was crippled again, and our military was now only fifth place in the world, the president and congress decided they couldn't risk a rebellion like this getting out of hand. As the rebel reinforcements continued to poor into texas, and took control of it, an army was being built to counter them. When they were sent to dallas to try and take out the majority of rebels, an enemy army met them and two months of animalistic fighting ensued. 

   The American strike force ended up being slaughtered at a final battle that took place just outside of the city. Prisoners were rounded up and executed. Another army was sent to try and win back Texas, but they were halted when the president authorized a nuclear strike in Dallas. The situation had gotten to out of hand to risk another slaughter. Dallas was leveled, and the terrorists surrendered.

   Isaac Hobbes was a fifteen year old from the town of Augustus in western Massachusetts. He lived with his dad, Jeff, his mom, Julie Ann, and his older sister, Erin of eighteen in his home on Sturbridge Lane. His older brother, Ryan moved to New York for basic training a few years earlier when he was drafted to fight the rebels in Texas,. Ryan was on his way to support the troops in Dallas when his regiment was dismissed due to the wars ending after the sudden Nuclear attack on Dallas. He never moved back from New York. 

   Everything had started on a normal Saturday for Isaac. He was up in his room playing video games, while his Mom, Dad, and older sister watched the television downstairs in the living room. Isaac had woken up about thirty minutes earlier at around eleven, took a shower, slapped on jeans and a tee shirt, and started up his console. He expected to go to his friend Alex's house later. They'd play more video games, stay up all night, and he'd walk home the next morning. This would not happen. 

   Isaac noticed several dots s descending from the sky. They quickly slammed down all over the place. Huge couds of fire and ash shote up like angry geysers from hell. The ground shook, and the sound of the explosions stung Isaac's ears. His fathers orders to duck for cover to his mom and sister could be heard from downstairs.  Isaac rolled off from his bed and crawled under his bed. The explosions resumed for what seemed like a life time. When the last sounds of the bombs died out, Isaac jumped out from his cave to his feet and left his room to investigate the recent events. Before he opened his bedroom door, he coud here the front door being kicked open. Several men began yelling in what sounded like a combination of German and French. Isaac opened the door and looked down over the landing's handrail that overlooked the living room. Four men dressed in combat garb of a grey camouflage design were aiming rifles at the heads of his mother and Erin, who were on there stomachs with their hands behind their heads. Isaac's father was nowhere to be seen. He had most likely gone to get the M14 rifle he bought two years earlier after the house was robbed. It was kept under his bed. Isaac hoped he  would return soon. The men almost saw Isaac, but he ducked down enough to evade their view. They appeared to be talking about what they should do with Isaac's mother and sister.

   All of a sudden Isaac's father burst through the door with the rifle in hand. He quickly fired of a round at the group of invaders. The shot was so loud, Isaac couldn't hear a thing for a few seconds. The round hit one of the shoulders in the neck, but that's all Jeffry Hobbes could do. The man who appeared to be the leader emptied the entire clip from his rifle into the chest of Jeffry Hobbes. He was killed instantly, never losing his grasp on the rifle. The murderer looked upon Isaac's mother and sister. He slit their throats. Slowly. Erin. Then his mother. But he didn't kill Julie Ann immediately. He made her look at Erins dead face. Her throat. Her eyes. Then he put Julie Ann to the knife. 

   Gunshots were ringing about outside now. Explosions. The sounds of war. But these sounds failed to register within the ears or brain of Isaac Hobbes. Something deep inside his being melted away. He would never feel fully human again. Taking the lives of men would not corred his soul. Not for a while, at least. He became... less human. More of an animal. But he will not realize this for a while. For now he will crawl back to his room, under his bed, and cry. He will not move for a long time. But he had realized one thing. An important thing, that would mold him to become who you will read about in the following issues. Isaac Craft realized that a War had began. And he was now apart of it. 

Story 1

   A drip of fear was coming from the ceiling. Or was it just that cold, yellowish fluid? Perhaps. It was dark, cold, and a layer or… steam? Musk? Some gas coated the floor so densely that at some areas, you could not see the cold, stone floor. It also had a much thinner presence through out the room. The walls were made of a very dark gray, stone brick. Moss clung to them so tightly you would think they were a father and son who were sharing a hug after being separated for a long, dreadful stretch of time. No windows. No food or drink. If this was a torture chamber of some sort, it must have been quiet isolated, for not a single scream could be heard coming from other rooms. Only a horrible ambience that resembles the woful cries of a ghoul. The room was about the size of your average living room, only ten times taller. A perfect square as well. No doors. No windows. No source of light. The man assumed he must have been here for a while for his eyes to adapt to the darkness, or else there could not be any way he could see in this… this… purgatory.

   Why was the man here? The details of his life escaped him. Although the vague idea of a possible crime haunted him. Murder? Thievery? Treason? Why did it even matter. He proceeded to look about the room with a higher level of scrutiny. The mortal could not find the strength to raise himself to his feet. When he looked down to his legs, he was terrified to see that his trousers were shredded, and stained with blood. His legs were even worse. They bared the marks of some horrid form of torture. THe flesh was peeling off, and blood dripped from the many deep slices in his flesh. A dark green infection was plaguing most of the lacerations. and yellow puss was oozing out. Worse yet, his sudden realization of his injuries caused a surge of pain to overcome his body. He writhed in agony, moaning like a starving animal thrown to rot in a cage. He was like this for many an hour, until he controlled himself.

    The man had to find a way out of the room. He was cold, hungry and injured. He dragged himself over the dap stones, feeling against the walls for a sign of hope. None appeared. He was the only living thing in this chamber. Not even rats roamed about. Perhaps not even he was living. He felt like a husk, rotting away alone. Hope was nowhere to be found in this dungeon. Was alone. this is where he would die. His sanity was escaping him, the quickness of it's escape was accelerating every second. His mood changed rapidly, his blood pressure rose and dropped. he was about to die. alone. In this wretched tomb that housed all of his sins. But he would not die a rested soul.

The Future of Transportation

   Wouldn't it be cool to instantaneously be able to teleport anywhere on Earth? Or have everybody own flying cars? It would, but I wouldn't say thats very likely in the near future. Lets start with some background information. Before cars or motors, we generally travelled using the horse. When the locomotive was invented, it caused shipping to be cheaper and faster. The telegraph allowed for information to be quickly transfered via Morse code (Invented by Samuel Morse) When the car was invented, it was slow and unreliable. They didn't really catch on until the twentieth century. The airplane was also a millstone in transportation, and like just about every other invention, warfare. These inventions led to a large increase in the demand for oil. Because the demand was so high, oil companies began over drilling. The surplus in oil caused it's value to drop dramatically. This was one of the factors that contributed to the Great Depression. I'll elaborate on that i a later article.
   So where do flying cars come into this? we'll get to that. Right now, let's talk about cars. In todays market, gasoline and other fossil fuels are extremely sought after resources. So long as we continue to use them in our vehicles, machines, and similar things, our governments will continue to wage war with the purpose of gaining more oil rich lands. But why do we continue to support this? Well first off, we don't like change. Many people are used to gasoline powered cars, which require oil to lubricate. We are not big fans of change. Plus, many of us can't afford to go out and buy a new electric or hybrid car. Besides, car and oil companies have close ties. Why would a car company want to anger them by making a bunch of new, electrically charged cars. It would reduce the oil companies profits.
   Now onto the flying car idea. It's not really pr
 

Ideas From Evil

    Evil. The sense of immorality, and malevolence. The idea of good and evil has been explored and pondered through out history. Science and religion have both tried to explain it. Some conquer it. Others succumb to it. I'd like to be panglossian toward this, but in a world so consumed by war, greed, and similar afflictions, it would be a herculine task. We all have a sense of evil within us. If we didn't, we'd never look for vengeance after that guy carl today went and told that chick, (ugh, what was her name… Jane? sure…) that story about when you went camping and had horrible diarrhea. Dammit Carl, why'd you have to ruin this for me?

    Perhaps good and evil's relationship is like cold and heat. There is no such thing as " the cold", just a lack of heat energy. With our good old ring and yang, maybe there's no such thing as good, just a lack of evil. It feels like there's no evil sometimes, but it's there. The amount of evil energy ( yeah Sam, go ahead and create a unit so you can keep track of the amount of evil in a given area, if it's even possible. Why'll you're at, why don't you build a device that can keep track of evil levels!) The idea that good is not real, and that our sense of greatness or nobility is just a low level of Lex Lutherness is depressing, but hey, maybe it's the other way around. Perhaps evil is just a lack of good, and doesn't really exist.

     Human duality and the eternal struggle between good and bad are popular topics for literature and film. Jekyll and Hyde is a perfect example.  Henry Jeklly, a well respected english doctor, attempts to remove the evil from his soul with an interesting concoction. The result is the evil murderer, Mr Hyde. Even if we attempt to estrange ourselves from past crimes or wrongdoings, our recidivism is most likely bound to drag us back to our old ways.

     No matter how you look at it, the science of evil is fascinating. I've tried to explain it here, and write down my idea's on it, but as a human, I don't think I'll ever come to understand it.

Atomic Universe

Have you ever viewed things on an atomic level, and then looked at our solar system, or vice versa? I find it fascinating how similar an atom and a solar system is. When an atom is viewed, you'll see the nucleus made up of protons and neutrons, and then orbiting around it are the electrons. If you look at our solar system, you would see our sun at it's center and planets, asteroids, and other celestial bodies orbiting around it. The similarities a uncanny. If you look at our planets, you would see that there's eight of them, (sorry pluto) which, excluding other orbiting bodies make our solar system similar to an oxygen atom if you look at the planets as though they were electrons.

However, there's a few differences to bare in mind. First off, there is the obvious size difference. Secondly, planets have elliptical or circular paths that they follow. Within the electron cloud outside of an atom, electrons are believed to have random irregular paths. 

I find one more similarity pretty cool too. The similarities between a super nova and a nuclear explosion are startling. If an atom is split due to fission, it generates a huge explosion. As some stars near their end of days, a huge explosion that radiates unheard of amounts of light occurs, much like a nuclear explosion, just unimaginably bigger.

The universe is a huge place with some tiny corners. Perhaps each lone atom contains a small universe within itself, each with slight or dramatic variations on our own, or they're just clones of our own. Form an opinion of your own. Think about it. Dwell on it. Whatever you do, I hope I've given you something to think about.

The Fourth Dimension

    Here we are. The Earth. The Milky Way Galaxy. The third dimension. Or fourth. Or fifth, and it goes on, so we'd assume. For my first entry, we'll cover just the fourth.
    We all have heard of the first three dimensions, length, width, and height. How many of you have attempted to wrap your head around the fourth? I'm a fourteen year old kid, who sucks at mathematics, so just thinking of a way to understand it is daunting. The fourth dimension has been studied for around three hundred years by philosophers and scientists alike. To see an interesting example of a fourth-dimensional object, look at the wikipedia page for the fourth dimension. It shows a tesseract, which I can't really explane.
     In physics, spacetime is the unified version of, you guessed it, space and time! However, time is not treated the same way as the other three dimensions. Do not ask me how, I'm fairly new to this, and my frontal lobe has not been fully developed. That's really as far as I can go there, but I might be able to inform you on other things.
     Hyperbeings are beings that live in the fourth dimension. We'd be considered hyper beings to anything in the second dimension, ect. They'd be masters of our dimension. They could make things like clocks, desks, people, anything disappear  they could remove blood or guts from our anatomy without a single incision. Maybe what we perceive as ghosts or spirits are these higher level creatures attempting to interact with us. Maybe what some think of as a god is actually a fourth dimensional being controlling our lives the way a cartoonist draws a comic, or an author rights a book.