I hope you're in the mood for a slightly long story.
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This letter is addressed to anyone that reads it, but it is directed to everyone.
My name isn't of importance.
My location is like any other on this planet.
My previous job... now that is of great importance.
I was fired from my job. I'm being searched for now, high and low.
I helped create the world you now know, because once, twice, and many other times... you all destroyed yourselves.
The human race has been on this planet Earth since the very beginning. We've made the several textbooks printed through out the world to educate you with a history that is far from 100% accuracy. We have made sure to plane plant as many of things to help back up your ole dinosaur story.
I will explain none of that part any further. I'd end up with a book when I only mean to write an explanatory letter, and a favor.
We were a very large organization doing the best to prevent the humankind from making one large mistake.
The ability to know your entire life was developed a long time ago, then another time, and another.
When it first came out, everyone ran to it. Every time.
They were large machines. They were always nameless. If you said “the machine” it was already known what you spoke of.
The machins machines required only a small number of things from each being, had you sit down with either a cup of coffee or tea and a cookie or half a muffin at your reach. After it was sure you were comfortable, so it began to tell you your life from the very start, to the very end. Everything presented to you with the exact time, location, and date.
Absolutely anyone and everyone was allowed to use these machines.
They're was There were content people, with the wonders they heard about their lives. Other people accepted what was presented to them. Others with sorrow painted on their faces with the anguish that was planted in them after knowing of their future or reminded of their past.
If they wanted to know how their future would be, they had to sit through their past.
Not too long after, one person ruined it all. Of course, it only takes one to spoil the rest.
This person was our Patient Zero.
After hearing his future, he went along and changed it, absolutely changed his future completely. He would often go to these machines after making grand decisions, and tweaked his life as he went.
Soon after, other's picked up on it.
With being able to change their futures, they world was soon filed filled with incredibly wealthy people. They very greedy and very detached from morality and reason.
It became chaos. People not satisfied with their overflowing bank accounts, they began to kill others just as wealthy if not more wealthy than they already were.
The law, it became meaningless. The politicians were in it too. No one cared. It all became about personal gain, no matter the cost.
Since people were able to now buy the machines considering how disgustingly rich everyone became, everyone started to own one of those machines.
Love became corrupt.
There was no such thing as honesty, and definitely no trust.
Since everyone was killing everyone else for their money, in the end there were only 12,000 living in the world, living with the other's wealth.
They became disgusted.
Absolutely revolted by everything the rest had become. What they were once.
And so began the oh so arduous task of repopulating.
All of the 12,000 eventually died and left their offspring to create the new world, without ever mentioning the damned machines, the machines the 12 thousand made sure to destroy before giving birth to the new generation.
But to everyone's misfortune, in time the machines came around again.
As if the human race were damned to create the same living conditions no matter what generation they were.
In history there are a few things that are true, and they were repeated.
The same exact wars were fought.
The same technology created.
The same machines created. So it was deja vu all over again.
Some people from the 2nd generation did not die. I am one of them.
For some reason some of the new offspring were not dying. Apparently radiation from those machines got to the dead 1st generation, causing their offspring to live forever. Visibly aging happened, but no death. The fortitude of a 30 year old remained in the Immortal.
Some from the 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on did not die either.
Us, the non-dying folk decided to do something by the 7th generation.
We became an organization worldwide.
We regulated everything to avoid the creation of those machines.
It worked for multiple generations, but like a bad weed the machines lived once again.
Before the machines could make complete animals out of the human race, we simple had to get rid of almost everyone and start over yet again.
I was fired as I mentioned previously.
I've grown incredibly tired and sick of killing. The Immortal Generation Members still live on of course, and they became a whole other kind of animal, with a fever to kill and correct. Their greatest desered desired to create the perfect world with no machines that told such correct futures, no matter the cost.
I threaten to tell, so here I have.
Every single one of you are in danger.
You are at the brink of creating the machines.
This time, you will get to try these machines.
After about half a year of the creation, you will all be technically killed. Half of you will be gone by the hands of fellow humans; the other half will be left in the hands of The Immortals.
Do not create these machines.
If you do create them, you all have basically signed your death on 12.21.12.
~An Immortal
