I've not posted in a while for a number of reasons. Nothing alarming though. So I won't bore you. It would seem I've not gotten to building yet. And I hate that. However so I love stories. So we can talk about that another time. Writing them is even that much more fun and I think this quick three minute mind crunching short story is a great way to pass time away. If you like to read. Here is a short story to blow a few minutes and get your mind going! Happy Reading.
Title: Maya
In the stark, silent beauty of Sierra Blanca, Texas, under a sky that once felt endlessly pure, Maya traced the faint scar on her arm – a ghost of a life nearly lost. It was 2007, and doctors in New York had finally named the invisible enemy that had brought her to the brink: pneumococcus in her bloodstream. But the diagnosis came only after a dozen dismissive appointments with Dr. Gahl, who’d insisted it was all in her head. Thirty days later, she was writing her will.
Now, years later, miles away from the sterile halls of that hospital, a disquieting thought gnawed at her. She’d spent countless hours researching the invisible world of electrosmog, the subtle energies of the biofield, and the relentless march of technological integration into human biology. The “software of life,” they called mRNA. But software could be programmed, updated, even injected without explicit consent.
Her mind flashed back to the early 2000s, before her near-fatal illness. A peculiar dryness in the air, an odd metallic taste sometimes lingering after hazy mornings. Living in a densely populated area then, she’d dismissed it as pollution. But now, knowing what she did about lipid nanoparticles – the very technology enabling targeted delivery of mRNA – a chilling parallel emerged.
San Diego, years prior. The late 1950s to the mid-1960s. A documented secret experiment where the US Navy sprayed Serratia marcescens, a supposedly harmless bacteria, into the air to study aerosol dispersion over a major city. The official line was observation. But the implications of releasing biological agents, even supposedly benign ones, on an unsuspecting population were undeniable. It was a breach of trust, a manipulation of human subjects shrouded in secrecy.
Could the pervasive, almost ubiquitous nature of certain health trends and sudden, unexplained illnesses in the years leading up to and following her own crisis be linked to something similar, but far more technologically advanced? Could lipid nanoparticles, designed for stealth and cellular entry, have been deployed in aerosols, carrying payloads unknown to the general public? The thought was unsettlingly plausible. The technology existed. The historical precedent of secret aerosol experiments was undeniable. And the dismissal of her own very real, near-death experience by the medical establishment echoed a systemic blindness or unwillingness to acknowledge unconventional possibilities.
Here in Sierra Blanca, the air felt different, cleaner. But the invisible threads of technology stretched everywhere. Maya looked up at the vast sky, a canvas against which the whispers of scientific advancement and the shadows of past secrets danced in the desert wind. Her near-death experience had been her awakening. Now, she felt a responsibility to connect the dots, to warn others about the potential for unseen manipulations of their own "software of life," a chilling echo of history repeating itself in a nanoscale, invisible way. The fight for bodily autonomy, she knew, had entered a new, far more intricate and hidden battleground.
The end...
Author's note: I've written something more tailored towards this narrative and wanted to ask people if this would be a book they'd read I'd provide a link to it. Just email me: phoenix@sierrablanca.blog
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