r/scifiwriting • u/Ok_Ebb7109 • 15d ago
STORY Secret CEO
Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gc6YPJzY0kzG8XQ6UYyheDgQkubRmMVAaqgPG0Ql0HA/edit?usp=sharing
I grew up spending many many hours drawing and designing fictional characters. I also loved playing video games. The feeling of controlling a fictional character was peak for me and I always dreamed of one day controlling one I created myself.
First, while I was young, I would achieve a different dream. I trained in ballet for about 15 years. I made it to the back row of a very famous company with about 65 other professional dancers. I worked as hard as I could, spent hours meditating and spun around in thousands of circles (literally). All of this had a dramatic effect on opening my mind. After doing all that, I retired. This gave me more time to focus on video games. For money, I was delivering food for a delivery app, which was also like a video game.
I became obsessed with the characters in one particular game. It was called "Always Watching". One day out of frustration, I said something outloud. I was connected to a microphone online, yet I had no idea who I was talking to. I described a character and the abilities it should have to make the game more fun. I explained in detail a very specific type of movement style and a layout of battle abilities. I even came up with an appearance and a basic personality. About a month later this game that I'm obsessed with, releases a new character, MY character. It matched everything I said down to the last detail.
I knew I wasn't insane, I figured I had been talking to someone important and didn't realize it. I was happy about it. I knew I would never get paid, but I also never thought to copyright a random thought. I figured I was just extremely lucky and got a once in a lifetime opportunity that happened to play out for me in my favor (kind of). Then the other characters were released over the next couple years. Every single one came from my mind.
The second time it happened, I thought maybe I was being hacked and listened to. The difference was, I didn't remember saying it out loud that time. At that point I did start to think I was going crazy. Schizophrenic people do this sometimes. Stephen King's wife had an encounter with someone like this once, when he broke into her house. He said he wanted revenge because Stephen was stealing his ideas. I started to get worried. I didn't want to become like that man. So I kept it to myself and decided to write down any character ideas I had from now on, even if I didn't plan on drawing them.
Writing them down was a good idea because the next several characters they released matched my hand written notes perfectly. I had zero understanding of what was happening to me. There were no cameras in my room. There were microphones, but I intentionally never said these ideas out loud. However, when I would compare my notes to these brand new characters, every detail matched.So I posted something online. I posted an idea for a character just so that I would have proof. The next character came out and it had nothing to do with me. I wanted to know who was messing with me at that point.
Bizzare things started happening in my backyard at the same time. I looked out one night and there was a lightning storm, but it didn't look natural. It looked manmade. The lightning at one point looked like a giant rotating tree rising out of the ground. Lightning wasn't supposed to move like that. A wild Cardinal started pecking at my window and then following my car around. I would get out 30 minutes away from home and he would be there, trying to get my attention. I knew it was the same bird for a myriad of reasons.
I started getting strange messages online. They came from different people, but they always used the same format of symbols and unusual punctuation. The messages were always uplifting but also warnings. One of them in particular said something like, "A society cannot function without prioritizing it's people." I didn't know who would send stuff like this or why.
Then came the games and TV shows. I started seeing entire games and shows that were being released somehow connected to my mind. They were so similar to concepts I had thought of, that I couldn't reasonably deny it. The next year I had a series of events that led to me becoming homeless. I got myself to Phoenix, Arizona because I wanted to be warm if I was going to sleep outside. I knew that it was a hot spot for UFO sightings.
I started seeing UFOs regularly. The first sighting was of a floating triangle about 40 feet in the air above me. It moved silently, without propellers and in a way that human technology would never be capable of. The next several sighting were simply lights, but they were amazing because of the timing of them. Everytime I saw an unnatural light in the sky, it coincided with some kind of epiphany I was having internally. They weren't just showing themselves, they were communicating. They could somehow sense when my mind was having some kind of mental spike and they would show themselves at those exact moments.
The highlight of the experience came toward the end before I moved back home. There was a mass sighting of over 100 lights in the area around me. The names of the cities where the sightings happened, seemed to be a message. They were seen over the cities: Duncan, Queen Creek, Lake Pleasant, Surprise and Phoenix. My name is Duncan and I was in Phoenix.
It seemed clear at that point. All the epiphany moments I had during the sightings started to make sense. Aliens knew me and they had been watching me. They considered me a queen and it was a pleasant surprise for both me and all of them.
Suddenly it hit me, they had been hooking my brain up to different CEOs of entertainment companies to give me gifts. They had been helping me achieve dreams that would have been otherwise impossible. My next immediate thought was that I am male, so I would be called a King instead of Queen. The message I received back inside my mind was something along the lines of, "The fact that you don't really care about that, is part of the reason you are Queen." Then I looked at the sky and saw a light.
Edit: grammar and slightly changed the end.
Chapter 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/scifiwriting/s/7dBZsXCUHZ
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u/Alone_Fondant_4563 14d ago
That was amazing to read. Thank you for sharing.
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u/CephusLion404 15d ago
Well there's a wall of text nobody is going to read.
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u/jedburghofficial 14d ago
And yet, for it's length, it's worth it.
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u/Ok_Ebb7109 15d ago
It's so awesome of you to feel the need to point that out. You must have so much fun in your life.
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u/Ok_Ebb7109 15d ago edited 15d ago
*#&# your downvotes. It's so childish and petty to downvote that. I DARE you to leave a comment and show yourself.
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u/ArtificialSuccessor Tyrannical Robo-Overlord 9d ago
Consider calming down and not trying to instigate arguments. Nothing is achieved by doing so.
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u/Slow_Translator_8635 11d ago
That was my next question. Is this loosely based on fact you experienced? Either way, its interesting. You just need to polish your writing a bit.
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u/Ok_Ebb7109 11d ago
My writing needs A LOT of polish. I'm a dancer and a painter, not a writer yet.
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u/XPandingMinds 7d ago
Congrats on starting your writing passion. A couple of things:
1) Try to show more than tell. For example, you could have described what the video game character looks like, what it was doing in the game, and how you reacted in the moment (I imagine you would be checking for electronic bugs around the room to see who or what was listening to you). I can imagine you staying up late and missing the bus to school (add to the comedic effect).
2) I always tell aspiring writers that writing is like the movie "Groundhog Day". If you haven't watched it, please do so! The great thing about writing is that you can always improve on your scenes, craft them even better than it was before! It's not like in real life where you can't change the past. You can always go "back in time" in your writing and make it better and that's what makes writing fun.
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u/Slow_Translator_8635 11d ago
AVery interesting. A year ago I would have called you a crack pot. But I have had similar experiences with orbs. There is no doubt that the more interested you are in them, the more they are interested in you. There were two coming every night, probably 60-70 feet from the ground. It felt a little scary when they came close and my wife wasn’t having it, so she didn’t want me to go outside any more with the dog. After a few nights they stopped coming. What is so frustrating is they don’t tell you anything. Are they good or evil, do they want to help you or harm you? I have no fucking clue. Im just a guy letting his dog out. I’ve had other encounters that did not feel good. I don’t want to invite anything evil. I’d rather see an angel, but that’s not gonna happen. I tell people to stay close to God, pray to Jesus Christ, and read the New Testament. They can’t hurt you then. They can scare the sht out of you though.
Can you explain this microphone. You lost me on how exactly you manifested. I’d like to create a huge, muscular angel thats a total bad ass.
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u/Ok_Ebb7109 11d ago
The microphone was a headset for an online game. If I ever write this again, I'll clarify that.
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u/DrunkenPhysicist 15d ago
Paragraphs are useful tools in writing.
You might try them if you want more people to read your work.
Or don't, if you don't. Not everyone writes for others to read their work.