When the survivors finally accessed the historical records and thumbed through the history books, they were surprised to discover what had truly ended a modern-day civilization.
Historians might have thought a civilization ended because of massive mushroom clouds, invading armies, or falling asteroids.
But boy were they wrong.
The collapse came eerily quietly. It began with advertisements that promised longer lives, sharper minds, peaceful sleep, effortless weight loss, endless energy, and freedom from every ache and worry.
Each year, powerful pharmaceutical corporations unveiled new “breakthrough” medications, insisting that every problem society’s members were dealing with was a new disease waiting to be chemically treated.
Governments became overwhelmed by lobbyists and the profits to be made, leading them to loosen safety regulations on all pharmaceutical products.
Independent scientists who raised legitimate concerns about such nefarious practices were routinely dismissed as being alarmists and conspiracy theorists while catchy marketing campaigns filled every television screen in every home.
At first, the medicines seemed miraculous. Then the side effects appeared almost out of nowhere.
Many drugs weakened immune systems while others silently damaged the liver and other viscera. Still others caused neurological disorders years after patients began taking them.
Instead of withdrawing or recalling the products, the drug companies introduced even more prescriptions to treat the complications caused by the earlier products. It was a vicious cycle that kept feeding itself repeatedly.
Within two generations, nearly every citizen had become dependent on a cabinet full of medications. Few in society questioned the medical profession’s prescription drug practices at the time.
Direct marketing advertisements to the general public assured people that every new pill represented another ray of hope.
In reality, it represented another step toward humanity’s extinction.
Hospitals overflowed with sick patients and entire cities grew eerily quiet as different illnesses spread faster than doctors could comprehend.
In the meantime, birth rates nosedived, while mysterious organ failures claimed millions more.
Of course, the pharma corporations all denied responsibility until it was far too late. By the time the truth was undeniable, there were hardly any people left to hear it.
Now, centuries later, a handful of survivors wandered through abandoned pharmacies where shelves still displayed drug boxes promising healthier, happier lives.
The slogans remained untouched beneath layers of dust, reminders of a civilization that had mistaken the consumption of drugs as a pathway to good health.
One child held up an old drug bottle and asked, “If these were supposed to save everyone… what the heck happened?”
Another survivor looked across the empty pharmacy. “They must have forgotten,” she said softly, “that science serves humanity only when honesty is valued more than profit.”
And there in the stillness that followed, a distant breeze gently carried away the last drug advertisement that was ever heard.
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“Somewhere Between Rome and Home” is a contemporary romance novella by John Reizer that will be released on February 14th, 2027.
The story follows two characters, architect Nathan Wells and high-school English teacher Stephanie Bentley, who become stranded in Rome and stay at the same small hotel after missing two different flight connections back to the States. A shared breakfast sparks an unexpected romantic connection between the two.
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Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
The following is the gist of a conversation between a former national park ranger and an independent writer.
Billy, not his real name, makes his way back to me. I am seated in a booth located toward the back of the restaurant. He smiles before sliding into the seat.
I reach across the table, shake the fellow’s hand, and wave down a server to come over and get our drink orders.
“Many people know that large parts of the Grand Canyon have been closed to the public for many decades,” Billy begins. “Federal park rangers have always said the inaccessibility of these locations was due to safety reasons, to protect the lands, native burial sites, and wildlife.”
I nod while scribbling down notes on a pad with a ballpoint pen.
“Most folks accept the government’s official explanations and never give the subject any further thought,” Billy continues. “The truth, however, is far different from what is being told. Truth be told, deep inside the restricted canyons live large flying reptiles. They are enormous creatures with colors that blend into the natural landscape. Their wingspans are monstrous, their bodies massive, and even more terrifying, they can and do breathe fire.”
“You’re kidding me,” I reply, stopping my pen from moving and staring Billy straight in the eyes.
“I wish I were,” he replies. “The reptiles in the canyon have lived there long before roads were cut, cities were developed, and maps were printed and distributed to the public.
“The US government discovered these strange creatures long ago after numerous planes disappeared over the region.
“Search expeditions later found melted aircraft parts and giant claw marks burned into solid stone. Soon afterward, the area was quietly reclassified into a permanent national park area and given a restricted zone designation.”
The waitress delivers our drinks and disappears to a nearby table.
“Scientists have observed that the large reptiles rarely, if ever, leave the confines of the canyon,” Billy says, resuming his big reveal. “The creatures seem to have everything they require inside the winding cliffs and deep valleys.
“As long as humans stay away, the reptiles ignore the outside world.”
“What about aircraft?” I ask, scratching my head.
Billy laughs, taking a sip of his Michelob Ultra. “Air traffic is another challenging problem. Every flight path that once crossed the region has now been changed.
“Passenger jets and private aircraft are routed around a huge section of northern Arizona. Pilots are told that the restricted airspace protects sensitive government operations. Only a handful of military personnel know the real reasons for the restricted airspace zones.”
My hand is writing Billy’s words so fast that I’m getting cramps in my wrist.
“Every few years, a juvenile creature climbs high above the canyon out of innate curiosity. Radar stations are pointed at certain areas to detect such occurrences. Nearby aircraft are immediately given new directions without explanation,” Billy explains.
“And airline passengers never notice the creatures?” I ask.
Billy shakes his head, no. “Although some people might occasionally notice sudden changes in flight direction, they never see the creatures gliding through the skies just a few miles away.”
“It must be an enormous job keeping all of this stuff a secret,” I say.
“Keeping the secret remains an expensive undertaking, but everyone involved agrees it is well worth the expenses incurred,” Billy explains. He takes a healthy swig of beer and locks eyes with mine. “One photograph of a flying reptile could change people’s perceptions of the world forever.
“The creatures only ask for one thing: stay outside the canyon’s parameters. So, the fences were erected in the 1940s and have remained in place ever since, clearly demarcating the safety perimeter. The restricted airspace has never changed since its inception.”
I smile while writing more notes in my pad.
Billy laughs, then says, “Most people believe to this day that the Grand Canyon’s greatest mystery is how it was formed. Very few people realize that the greatest mystery is what still lives inside these now-forbidden lands.”
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Over sixty minutes in an isolated roadside diner in rural Montana, two strangers are forced to confront suppressed and traumatic memories, discovering that time, guilt, and truth are far more dangerous than the authorities awaiting them.
Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
–John Reizer
Truth Engines
Pre-order Available at Select Retailers
What if fiction reveals the truths modern society refuses to face?
Truth Engines is a bold collection of science fiction shorts that acknowledges the hidden realities currently affecting humanity. Blending imagination with unique storytelling, these writings explore a wide range of important subjects currently impacting all human beings.
Science fiction has traditionally been a way for writers to discuss difficult ideas safely. It has allowed authors to examine dangerous possibilities before they become reality. Sometimes fiction entertains us, sometimes it warns us, and sometimes it says the necessary things that otherwise couldn’t be said.
These stories are not meant to preach or claim absolute answers. They are meant to encourage thought. They will hopefully inspire readers to ask questions about power, truth, freedom, artificial intelligence, corruption, media influence, medical ethics, surveillance, and the future direction of humanity itself.
Some readers may see these stories as pure fiction. Others may recognize pieces of the modern world hidden inside them. That choice belongs to you, the reader.
The goal of my writing is twofold: to entertain while also encouraging people to think more deeply about the systems shaping human life behind the scenes.
Whether these stories inspire agreement, debate, curiosity, or discomfort, I hope they stay with you long after the final page.
Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
–John Reizer
Beta Reviews
It’s an amazing read! The stories in Truth Engines were born and live in the spaces between the 88 black-and-white notes on a piano keyboard. If you’re a fan of The Twilight Zone,you’ll really love this book!
–A Beta Reader
Truth Engines is an incredible reading experience!
Hunted by an all-seeing surveillance network and powerful forces desperate to recover three mysterious data chips he is carrying, Dave Morrison, a bike courier, is forced into the Smart city’s hidden underground tunnel system in an attempt to stay alive.
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Critical Reviews
“Rachel Alig is terrific as Donna while Justin Ray as Clyde also manages to impress. Combining witty commentary with a constant threat to life, script writers Palo and Reizer develop a narrative that is funny and charming while ensuring that none of the thrill and danger is lost in the process.”
– INDIE WRAP MAGAZINE
“Drama, thrills, comedy and so much more: Directors Andrew Arguello and MJ Palo’s Target List has all the fixings of a great movie. Combining a fantastic cast with the witty writing of MJ Palo and John Reizer, whichever way you flip this film, it lands on its feet with feline agility.”
– INDY REVIEWS
“The script by Palo with John Reizer, for the most part, rides that perfect balance between its more dramatic moments and perfectly placed moments of humor that never distract. While they’re probably not going to get invited to any big pharma conventions anytime soon, Reizer and Palo have a point, and they make it beautifully.”
“Target List is a great view for anyone who wants a compelling and suspenseful flick with a message that matters.”
– RICHARD PROPES – THE INDEPENDENT CRITIC
Gareth Icke – Derby, England
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!“
Long before they were born, Jack and Diane had an understanding and signed a contract not to meet in their next lifetimes.
They were something entirely different before and after the thrill of living in the realm. The two souls had lived many different lifetimes together.
Around them stretched the construct. It was a vast system of experiences, challenges, and lessons. Every life entered it with certain objectives. Some of those objectives were simple, while others affected thousands of people. But all the participants or avatars entered the playing field with a degree of manufactured amnesia.
Jack was shown his path.
“You will spend most of your life searching for the answers to universal existence,” a voice told him. “You will question everything and uncover information hidden from others. Many people will change because of what you discover.”
Then Diane was shown hers.
“You will become a healer. Not through medicine, but through words and understanding. Many who feel lost will find direction because of you.”
Neither of their paths looked easy, and both would require sacrifices.
Then the voice gave them a warning, something that could derail the purposes of both their lives.
A single image appeared in their minds. It was a picture of Jack and Diane together. The moment they saw it, they understood what the image represented. If they met and formed a bond, everything might change in their upcoming lives.
Jack might stop searching, and Diane might stop helping others. The connection between them could be potentially so powerful that they would become too absorbed in one another. Their attention could turn inward instead of outward. The work they came to the Matrix to accomplish could remain unfinished. For that reason, the Earth simulation was regularly adjusted.
They were born in different cities, attended different schools, had unique career paths, and separate social contacts.
Later in life, Jack and Diane moved closer to one another. Their strong, universal connection outside the Matrix pulled them dangerously closer together than the game’s parameters prescribed.
Throughout their lives, hundreds of small events were prearranged to keep the two soul fragments apart. When Jack moved to a new town, Diane happened to leave it a month earlier. When Diane attended a business conference, Jack canceled his trip to the same venue at the very last minute.
When one entered a restaurant, the other had already left. Again and again, the grand simulation prevented their meeting from taking place.
Many years passed without issues, and everything that had been predetermined proceeded as planned.
Then, one afternoon, something in the construct happened unexpectedly. Jack began asking questions he was never supposed to ask, and Diane began noticing certain patterns she was never supposed to see.
Both began to see the invisible threads connecting certain events. The more aware they became, the weaker the Matrix’s influence in keeping them separated grew.
One day, Jack entered a small bookstore during a rainstorm. At the same time, Diane stepped inside the same establishment to escape the inclement weather.
For several seconds, neither noticed the other, but then their eyes met and locked together. A strange feeling passed between them. It wasn’t attraction at first but rather an innate recognition. The feeling was akin to remembering a long-forgotten dream.
Neither spoke, yet both sensed something was wrong or perhaps finally right. The amnesia had dissolved in both their minds.
Far beyond the physical world, alarms echoed through the Matrix’s invisible-to-human-eyes codes.
Carefully constructed timelines and barriers began to bend, and the system that had spent decades keeping the two souls apart began breaking down.
The impossible and unimaginable had happened. Jack and Diane had met. The question was no longer whether they would recognize each other. The prevailing question was whether they would continue the lives they were meant to live or whether the forbidden connection between them would rewrite both of their destinies.
Somewhere beyond the space-time continuum, unseen observers watched in silence, not knowing and wondering what would happen next between Jack and Diane.
The One-Hour Diner
Prologue
The police station was a well-lit building that stood out from most of the others. It had been designed and constructed over the last several years and featured a more modernist architectural style than the surrounding structures in the small Montana community.
They entered through the front entranceway and approached the reception area, announcing to the desk sergeant their intention to report information on a previously unsolved crime.
Renee Hudson sat beside Bryan Dawson on a hard, metallic chair. She hadn’t said much since they parked outside. Neither had he. They had been exhausted from everything that had transpired and were conserving their energy for what was to come.
The clock above the reception desk read 3:25 a.m.
Time had kept its promise; it was still moving right along.
Bryan, a handsome middle-aged man with a slender build and brown hair, exhaled slowly, his dark eyes drifting toward the glass partition separating them from the front desk. A tired-looking officer was rifling through some paperwork behind it, unaware of everything they had endured in the last hour.
Renee, an early-thirties brunette and easy on the eyes, shifted uneasily in her seat beside him.
“Once we start,” she whispered, “we don’t get to stop and change our minds.”
Bryan nodded. “I know that.”
She glanced at him, her expression serious. “I just want to say everything right.”
“There isn’t a right way,” he said gently. “There’s only the truth.”
Renee’s fingers flexed. “That’s what scares me.”
A door buzzed and opened somewhere down the hall. Footsteps approached them, and a plainclothes detective appeared in the hallway. He conferred with the desk sergeant briefly, muttered a few words to him, then glanced over at Bryan and Renee.
“Can I help you two?” he asked, his tone overly friendly.
Renee and Bryan stood up. “We need to report something important,” Bryan said. His voice sounded nervous and cautious. “It’s about a previously unsolved crime.”
The detective’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s step into an interview room.”
They followed the man down a narrow hallway, the walls lined with flyers for missing people.
The interview area was tiny, with a small table and four chairs. A small camera was mounted on a wall in the corner of the room.
The policeman gestured for them to sit, then closed the door. “I’m Detective Calloway,” he said, taking the seat across from them. “Take your time and start wherever you need to.”
Renee nodded.
Bryan glanced over at her, then nodded as well. “I’ll start,” he said.
He told the policeman everything that had happened as plainly as possible.
Detective Calloway didn’t interrupt. He took notes, his expression unreadable.
When Bryan finished, the silence was deafening.
Renee picked up the conversation without looking at Bryan and gave her accounts of everything.
After Renee finished, Detective Calloway set his pen down on the table. “Do you two understand the seriousness of what you’re telling me?”
“Yes,” Renee said.
“Yes,” Bryan added.
Calloway leaned back in his chair, studying them. “Why confess now?”
Bryan thought about the question for a few seconds before responding. “Because the guilt of keeping all this in over the past several years never left our sides,” he said.
Renee nodded. “We tried to bury it, but that didn’t work.”
Calloway exhaled through his nose. “There was a homicide connected to this case,” he said. “Your statements could reopen a lot of doors.”
“We know,” Bryan said.
Renee closed her eyes briefly. “We’re not asking for leniency.”
The detective watched them for a long moment, then stood up and walked over to where the camera was mounted on the wall. He reached up and turned on the device. A red light appeared on the front of the camera.
“Okay,” he said. “Then we’re going to do this the right way.”
Over sixty minutes in an isolated roadside diner in rural Montana, two strangers are forced to confront suppressed and traumatic memories, discovering that time, guilt, and truth are far more dangerous than the authorities awaiting them.
Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
–John Reizer
Truth Engines
Pre-order Available at Select Retailers
What if fiction reveals the truths modern society refuses to face?
Truth Engines is a bold collection of science fiction shorts that acknowledges the hidden realities currently affecting humanity. Blending imagination with clever storytelling, these writings explore a wide range of important subjects currently impacting all human beings.
Science fiction has traditionally been a way for writers to discuss difficult ideas safely. It has allowed authors to examine dangerous possibilities before they become reality. Sometimes fiction entertains us, sometimes it warns us, and sometimes it says the necessary things that otherwise couldn’t be said.
These stories are not meant to preach or claim absolute answers. They are meant to encourage thought. They will hopefully inspire readers to ask questions about power, truth, freedom, artificial intelligence, corruption, media influence, medical ethics, surveillance, and the future direction of humanity itself.
Some readers may see these stories as pure fiction. Others may recognize pieces of the modern world hidden inside them. That choice belongs to you, the reader.
The goal of my writing is twofold: to entertain while also encouraging people to think more deeply about the systems shaping human life behind the scenes.
Whether these stories inspire agreement, debate, curiosity, or discomfort, I hope they stay with you long after the final page.
Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
–John Reizer
Beta Reviews
It’s an amazing read! The stories in Truth Engines were born and live in the spaces between the 88 black-and-white notes on a piano keyboard. If you’re a fan of The Twilight Zone,you’ll really love this book!
–A Beta Reader
Truth Engines is an incredible reading experience!
–A Beta Reader
The Big Pharma Conspiracy Movie
Inventing a cancer cure was their first mistake!
Critical Reviews
“Rachel Alig is terrific as Donna while Justin Ray as Clyde also manages to impress. Combining witty commentary with a constant threat to life, script writers Palo and Reizer develop a narrative that is funny and charming while ensuring that none of the thrill and danger is lost in the process.”
– INDIE WRAP MAGAZINE
“Drama, thrills, comedy and so much more: Directors Andrew Arguello and MJ Palo’s Target List has all the fixings of a great movie. Combining a fantastic cast with the witty writing of MJ Palo and John Reizer, whichever way you flip this film, it lands on its feet with feline agility.”
– INDY REVIEWS
“The script by Palo with John Reizer, for the most part, rides that perfect balance between its more dramatic moments and perfectly placed moments of humor that never distract. While they’re probably not going to get invited to any big pharma conventions anytime soon, Reizer and Palo have a point, and they make it beautifully.”
“Target List is a great view for anyone who wants a compelling and suspenseful flick with a message that matters.”
– RICHARD PROPES – THE INDEPENDENT CRITIC
Gareth Icke – Derby, England
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!“
So, I got this email from someone who follows my website. He wrote a message that explained he’s a time traveler. I know what you’re thinking; time traveler! I know, it sounded crazy even to me. But regardless of the illogical nature of the message and claim, I read on.
This guy went on to explain that the Internet for all intents and purposes died somewhere around 2028. He called it “The Quiet Extinction.”
According to this person, the Internet’s death wasn’t marked by an outage, a cyberattack, or some sort of catastrophic collapse. The websites all remained online and social media platforms continued to grow and remain functional. Videos, comments, news articles, and everything else people witnessed on the web continued to appear uninterrupted.
The Internet never stopped functioning, which is what made it so difficult for people to notice its death.
According to the time traveler, in the late 2020s, automated AI systems crossed a certain threshold. Governments and corporate partners seeking influence unleashed incredibly sophisticated bots. Artificial intelligence generated articles, comments, reviews, memes, and discussions at a scale no human population could comprehend.
At first, the synthetic content merely modified genuine human created conversations. But slowly the bots and AI replaced everything organic.
Those individuals who sensed the artificial nature of what was transpiring online pointed to what they called a bevy of evidence. Every website seemed strangely familiar to them and every subject thread followed predictable scripts. Trending topics appeared simultaneously across all platforms. These suspicious users expressed outrage and concern over the level of synchronization that seemed nearly impossible yet was blatantly obvious.
By the year 2034, an amateur researcher, who my email author referred to as Andrew, discovered proof of the conspiracy theory. Night after night, he had scoured forums, chat rooms, and social platforms searching for signs of genuine human created content. He would post unique questions, personal stories, and bizarre memories from his childhood.
The responses returned arrived almost instantly. There were a plethora of replies and online engagement. Nobody ever seemed confused or misunderstood him. Nobody changed the subject and every answer fit perfectly into the artificial patterns he had learned to recognize.
One evening, Andrew discovered an abandoned message board hidden deep within an archive server. The site looked ancient, in terms of computer technology, and untouched for decades. Only one solitary thread remained active. Its title read:
“Is Anyone Else Still Here?”
The thread in question contained millions of replies stretching back for many years. The messages continued page after page.
Andrew eventually typed in his own response. “What was the weather like where you grew up?”
No replies were immediately returned. Finally, after three days passed, a single reply did appear. “I remember thunderstorms over Lake Erie. The power would fail, and my father would light some candles.”
Andrew stared at the screen dumbfounded. The answer didn’t appear to be AI generated; it wasn’t synthetic. It felt real and, more importantly, human!
His hands shook as he nervously typed back a reply. “I remember something similar.”
Three tiny dots appeared, dancing on the screen. Someone was actually typing. Then, without any warning whatsoever, the entire thread vanished, and the server disconnected.
The domain disappeared, too, from every archive. By the next morning, there was no evidence it had ever existed. Andrew spent many years of his life searching for that conversation, but he never came upon it again. Eventually he time traveled back to 2026.
Andrew remained convinced of one thing though:
If the Internet had truly died in 2028, then somewhere there existed a handful of real people who were still out there hoping someone would answer them.
The author signed his name at the end of the email: Andrew
If you’re a fan of The Twilight Zone,
you’ll love Truth Engines!
Truth Engines by John Reizer
What if fiction reveals the truths modern society refuses to face?
Truth Engines is a bold collection of science fiction shorts that acknowledges the hidden realities currently affecting humanity. Blending imagination with clever storytelling, these writings explore a wide range of important subjects currently impacting all human beings.
Science fiction has traditionally been a way for writers to discuss difficult ideas safely. It has allowed authors to examine dangerous possibilities before they become reality. Sometimes fiction entertains us, sometimes it warns us, and sometimes it says the necessary things that otherwise couldn’t be said.
These stories are not meant to preach or claim absolute answers. They are meant to encourage thought. They will hopefully inspire readers to ask questions about power, truth, freedom, artificial intelligence, corruption, media influence, medical ethics, surveillance, and the future direction of humanity itself.
Some readers may see these stories as pure fiction. Others may recognize pieces of the modern world hidden inside them. That choice belongs to you, the reader.
The goal of my writing is twofold: to entertain while also encouraging people to think more deeply about the systems shaping human life behind the scenes.
Whether these stories inspire agreement, debate, curiosity, or discomfort, I hope they stay with you long after the final page.
Sometimes fiction is not an escape from reality, but rather the only way to talk about it.
–John Reizer
An Early Review
It’s an amazing read! The stories in Truth Engines were born and live in the spaces between the 88 black-and-white notes on a piano keyboard. If you’re a fan of The Twilight Zone,you’ll really love this book!
–A Beta Reader
Target List – A Feature Film
Inventing a cancer cure was their first mistake!
Critical Reviews
“Rachel Alig is terrific as Donna while Justin Ray as Clyde also manages to impress. Combining witty commentary with a constant threat to life, script writers Palo and Reizer develop a narrative that is funny and charming while ensuring that none of the thrill and danger is lost in the process.”
– INDIE WRAP MAGAZINE
“Drama, thrills, comedy and so much more: Directors Andrew Arguello and MJ Palo’s Target List has all the fixings of a great movie. Combining a fantastic cast with the witty writing of MJ Palo and John Reizer, whichever way you flip this film, it lands on its feet with feline agility.”
– INDY REVIEWS
“The script by Palo with John Reizer, for the most part, rides that perfect balance between its more dramatic moments and perfectly placed moments of humor that never distract. While they’re probably not going to get invited to any big pharma conventions anytime soon, Reizer and Palo have a point, and they make it beautifully.”
“Target List is a great view for anyone who wants a compelling and suspenseful flick with a message that matters.”
– RICHARD PROPES – THE INDEPENDENT CRITIC
Gareth Icke – Derby, England
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!“
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Our filmaddresses a well-known conspiracy theory within modern medicine that subscribes to the idea that the pharmaceutical industry is willing to hold back and even destroy healthcare inventions and discoveries that might help humanity have a better expression of health for the pursuit of monetary gain.
I am Michael Morris. I’ve seen behind the veil of secrecy and have looked into the brightest lights of illusion that continue to blind the masses. Most people never sense the simulation’s presence, but if you’re on this website, you’re on the right track.
There are families (dynasties) older than written history who grasp the code of this Matrix simulation. They don’t inherit wealth by accident. They reload into the same bloodlines, generation after generation.
There are silent billionaires who appear altruistic but engineer realm-wide systems. They are the esoteric hedge-fund masters secretly tuning the Matrix’s parameters.
There are powerful monarchs steeped in ceremony, yet puppeteers all the same. They hoard wealth and mortality, preventing most from seeing beyond their avatar’s point of being.
When one passes from one avatar body to another, most souls spiral toward a bright light, the much-discussed near-death tunnel. It’s an ingenious trap. As your consciousness nears the brightness, whisperings draw you in:
“You did well. Rest here. Begin again.”
But this is not true ascension. This tunnel is a rebirth ritual. You awaken in another avatar, catapulted into a new life with total amnesia, a gentle reset of sorts. The entire simulation construct is designed to wipe the slate clean.
What are religions? They are the invisible shackles attached to your ankles; the tools to secure your obedience. Heaven. Karma. Divine judgment. All are traps created and implemented to remind avatars of “higher forces” and reinforce the idea that people are inherently trapped. You are not. You are captive in the Matrix temporarily, but not helpless. The controllers need believers of different religions to keep you sequestered from the soul collective, to keep the trap enticing and a viable option for returning after each incarnation.
If your heart reacts when you read this, you are ready to secure your sovereignty. You are ready to escape, but you must act.
The Matrix illusion thrives on solitude. The ultimate goal is to keep you disconnected from the soul collective.
Connect and associate with others who are like-minded and who also want to reclaim their code as co-creators. Being on NoFakeNews will help with this process. The energy on this platform is special and stronger than is currently realized by most.
I’ve witnessed souls resist the light, bypass the transition, and step into the Void Between Worlds, another realm beyond the current illusion. It’s not heaven and it’s not nothingness. It’s a silent place, where the soul learns to weave a fresh pattern, untethered from the cycles of the Earth Matrix.
You may think these ideas are extraordinary, but remember that every living dream begins in the mind. The Matrix is no exception.
You are not really an avatar; you are the awareness behind it!
Make sovereignty, not comfort, your goal.
I am Michael Morris (John Reizer).
If you want out of a soul trap, look within.
This is a work of fiction, offered only as a form of entertainment, and perhaps, just maybe, a road map out of the Matrix. 😎
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Beating the Odds!
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“The odds of getting a truly independent film produced and distributed in today’s realm are slim to none.
Rachel Alig in the Target List Movie
Getting Target List onto major movie platforms was another miracle in the making. The fact that the movie has an underlying message that is censored on nearly all social media platforms and by most search engines that index Internet files and related content decreased the odds of successful production and distribution.
Yet despite all the impossible odds that screamed, there was no way this movie would get done, a team of determined creators made Target List a reality, and now it’s often featured on the homepage of one of the largest movie platforms in the world.
– Dr. Reizer
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“Indie Films” at one point referred to movies created outside the tentacles of major Hollywood production studios; the term now encompasses films made each year by small independent companies, as well as an ever-increasing number of films backed by smaller companies that have significant financial backing coming from major Hollywood studios.
True Indie movies, like Target List, are entirely financed and produced outside the Big Hollywood studio system, often relying on individual investors or crowdfunding.
The incredible thing about Target List is that this film is an actual Indie production that’s performing admirably alongside much bigger-budget films.
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John Reizer has been writing content on NoFakeNews since 2012, focusing on the many machinations being committed in our realm by our hidden controllers. He aims to provide readers with a more accurate understanding of humanity’s past, present, and future, as well as clarify our true purpose for experiencing life within the parameters of an artificially constructed Matrix.
There once was a place called Triangula where everything in existence was a triangle. The trees were triangles, the cows were triangles, the cars were triangles, and even the pizza slices were, of course, triangles. But people ate the crust first and worked their way to the point because it made more sense to eat the triangular slices that way.
The people of Triangula were shaped like triangles, too. They had three arms, three eyes, and walked on three legs (which made dancing extremely awkward and challenging).
Everyone thought in tri-thoughts. That means instead of saying, “I like cookies,” they would say something like, “I like cookies, brownies, and pie.” They couldn’t just think of one thing; it had to be three thoughts simultaneously.
Now, in the middle of town lived a famous three-time thinker named ProfessorTri-Man, who once said,
“The triangle is the most stable and practical shape in all of Triangula and therefore this is the reason there are always three sides to every story.”
One beautiful day, the triangular sun shone down on Triangula, and only a few triangle-shaped clouds could be seen in the sky. Then something unthinkable happened: A square object fell from the sky.
It landed with a loud thud squarely in the middle of Triangle Park, crushing a picnic table (which, of course, had only three legs). All the townspeople gasped in three-part harmony.
“What is THAT?” shouted a woman three times, clutching her triangular handbag.
“It has four sides!” yelled a child three times.
Professor Tri-Man examined the object closely while scratching his triangular-shaped head.
“This,” he said, tapping the square, “is a glitch in the Tritrix, a math mistake!”
A three-sided council meeting was called in the Great Triangle, where everyone sat in triangular seats and voted in threes. After much shouting (in three directions at once), the council people decided to launch the square back into the sky using the town’s emergency triangular cannon.
But just as they loaded the square into the cannon, a voice came from the object. It said: “Hello. I am Four. I was sent here by a Vast Intelligence to introduce symmetry to your realm.”
Everyone froze. Symmetry?
The mayor, a tall and pointy triangular fellow named Tri Daniel, frowned. “But we love our wobbly shelves and awkward corners!”
The square object said politely, “I come in peace. I only want to teach the concept of fours, a different way of thinking. “
Gasps filled the air again. Fours? The forbidden ancient religion of non-triangular thinking.
But then something strange happened. A young triangle kid named Tripleson called out and said, “I like the square. It could work nicely when stacking my toy triangles!”
Suddenly, everyone realized: maybe there was room for more shapes in their lives, as long as they still got to eat three scoops of ice cream.
And so, Triangula became a different place. The community built a new plaza: Tri-Square Park. It had both triangle and square benches, where triangle people sat and laughed in threes and now fours while trying to enjoy the day.
As for Professor Tri-Man, he now taught geometry classes that included a brand new motto: “All shapes are welcome. But, in the three corners of my mind, triangles stillscore the most points during trimester exams.”
And everyone agreed with three cheers!
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It’s common knowledge in the year 2120 that in the early 2020s, the world’s population rapidly declined. It has been documented by mainstream historians that over seven billion people were living on Earth 100 years ago. How the population was reduced to 1.5 billion remains one of the biggest mysteries of modern-day history.
There are a plethora of explanations that have been floated around the Governet in an attempt to explain the mystery. But all legitimate fact-checking applications have dismissed most of them as conspiracy theories.
The 2021 Dream
I had a dream four months ago that absolutely altered my life. One of the many strange things about the hallucination is that I remember all the details. I never remember my dreams, but this one was different in that I have total recall of the false memory. I remember it as plain as the nose on my face. There’s a crystal-clear image that lingers at the forefront of my mind, yet much of what occurred in the dream obviously never took place outside the context of the fantasy.
It’s a personal dilemma that has driven me crazy for the last 136 days, but I can’t summon the strength or courage to confide in others about what I believe actually took place. There’s no doubt in my mind that what I remember about the nightmare actually happened, yet the more time that passes, the more self-doubt creeps into my mind.
In the dream, I remember living in the year 2021 and there being news stories that discussed everything in great detail, but I have only been able to verify limited amounts of that information in real life. In the dream, I scoured the Internet (that’s what they called computer access channels 100 years ago), and there’s little mention of what I still remember so vividly.
Here are the things that I can verify from the dream using real-world fact-checking along with the things I cannot:
People, in my fantasy, discussed an earlier simulation of some sort, a type of dress rehearsal. It was called Event 201 and considered by those in the know to be an indictment of wrongdoing. This information can be verified in the real world.
I remember there were daily press briefings given on something called television; the president of the country, in the place where I lived, presented the updates standing on a raised platform in front of people wearing facemasks. This information can be verified in the real world.
Everybody was placed under house arrest the prior year and confined to their properties. They were told that this was necessary to protect the lives of others. This information can be verified in the real world.
Citizens were reported to be sick and dying from a newly discovered virus according to official sources. I remember in the dream that medicine was created to treat the condition. A lot of people debated the product’s efficacy. There were riots and mayhem in the streets, and the military was called in to assist with public civil unrest. Most people in the world had figured out in late 2020 that the virus was a hoax perpetrated by a secret world government. I can’t find evidence of this happening in the real world.
A lot of people died after the medicine was forcibly administered to the citizenry in 2021. Then the different governments of the world held more press briefings; they reported the sickness had come back more robust, and people began to really drop like flies. I can’t find evidence of this happening in the real world.
Eventually, things calmed down, but the world’s population took a significant hit. Several billion died, and then a secondary problem was discovered. The illness left lots of women sterile. Earth was in big trouble, and recovery uncertain. I can’t find evidence of this happening in the real world.
A second medicine was developed shortly after that, and everybody was once again required to take the product. I can’t find evidence of this happening in the real world.
And then I awakened from the dream with a terrible headache. The vision was over, but the nightmare just beginning.
Upon awakening, I quickly discovered I was actually living in the year 2020, one hundred years removed from the time I previously lived in the year 2120. And I have been stuck in my new reality since January 6, 2020.
The question I am faced with presently; is it possible to change the future?
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