I wrote this short Mandela Effect story over eight years ago and eventually chose the Moon as the object people couldn’t remember, rather than the Twin Towers, when I developed the idea into the novella “False Memory.”
By John Reizer
Only one person in a hundred seemed to remember the two towers.
Shane Simmons remembered them as two huge columns that rose high above the harbor. He remembered their shadows stretching across New York City streets and the terrible morning when smoke engulfed the entire skyline.
The Twin Towers
AI-GENERATED IMAGE
But in the current world, something strange had happened recently. It was as if the historical narrative had been erased from the conscious memories of almost every human mind in the realm.
There was no longer a space where they had once stood. No evidence or prior records, no street maps showing the two construction sites, no buried foundations, and nothing else hinted at their former place in the world. More importantly, no memorial site existed.
September 11 was an ordinary date. Ask anyone about the towers, and they would look at you with curiosity.
At first, Shane thought he was going crazy, that the world was playing a trick on him. Then he found others: a bus driver, a teacher, an old man who drew two enormous rectangles above a harbor. These people remembered different details, but they still remembered the two buildings.
Those who could remember began meeting in secret locations, basements, and back rooms. They called themselves the Rememberers. Soon, word spread about them and their alleged, crazy recollections. The mainstream news called them delusional and conspiracy theorists. Their employers called them unreliable. Soon, even their families learned to ignore them and to change the subject if they brought up the missing towers.
One night, Shane received a message from an anonymous source: a document bearing the seal of a government agency that, officially, didn’t exist.
The document contained information about a narrative correction that had been authorized. The report stated that public attention to realm-control mechanisms exceeded an acceptable level. A solution to remove the Twin Towers’ history to preserve public compliance had been approved.
Shane then realized the towers had been erased because they had become the catalyst for a public awakening. The few who controlled the many needed the many to forget the one event in human history that jeopardized their control over humanity.
The people who controlled every sovereign territory in the Matrix had reached into the world’s story and cut out the part that made people ask who was ultimately holding the pen that wrote the rules of the game.
At the next secret gathering, Shane stood before the others and spoke. “They want us to believe that remembering is a sickness, that we are delusional,” he said. “But our remembering is the one thing they couldn’t edit.”
No one applauded or said a single word except for the old man with the drawing in the back of the room. The others were too afraid to be heard.
The old man in the back held up his drawing of two towers filled with smoke against a deep blue sky. “I remember the towers and 911,” he said proudly.
For a brief moment, so did everyone else in the room.
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After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by big pharma. When two researchers escape the attack, they soon find themselves framed for the crime and on the killer’s target list.
The world had changed drastically over the past twenty years or so. Enormous data centers were being built in every country. They sprawled across thousands of acres and consumed enormous amounts of electricity. Even more disturbing, they needed alarming amounts of water to keep their machinery cool.
Large forests were cleared, farmland disappeared, and power plants worked around the clock to feed these monstrosities.
The official explanation was simple: artificial intelligence was the future, and humanity needed more computing power to support it.
Of course, people argued about the construction projects. Some folks worried about the environment, while others worried about rising electricity bills. As expected, politicians promised jobs, economic growth, and a better life for everyone.
Almost nobody questioned the real reason the data centers were being built. Almost nobody except James Novack. James was a computer engineer who had spent thirty years studying advanced computing systems. He had worked for several technology companies before accepting a government contract to inspect a new data center in the state of Nevada.
The facility was enormous. It stood in the middle of a desert, surrounded by fences, cameras, and armed guards. From the highway, it looked like a collection of giant warehouses.
Inside, however, James uncovered something that made little to no sense at all. The equipment he observed wasn’t running conventional AI programs. It was running what appeared to be a single solitary system. And that system had been operating for a hell of a long time.
Amazingly, it had been running for a period of time that dated back before computers existed, according to the records he found.
James spent several nights studying the system’s design. On the last night, he discovered a hidden directory buried beneath some encrypted files. Its name was: EARTH_MATRIX.
After careful contemplation, he opened it, and a message appeared on his computer screen:
WELCOME BACK, PLAYER.
James leaned in closer to the screen. He’d never seen anything like it before. The system contained a complete record of human history: every known language, human life, and major event that had occurred on Earth had been recorded.
But the records went much further than that. They included events that had not even happened yet.
James opened a subfile containing his own name.To his surprise, it listed his birth, his childhood history, his education, his career, and even the deaths of his parents. Believe it or not, it described a dream he had experienced a night earlier.
At the bottom of this file was a single sentence: AVATAR STATUS: ACTIVE. EXTERNAL SOUL CONNECTION: UNSTABLE.
James felt his stomach turning sour. He read over the sentence repeatedly while thinking to himself, External soul connection?What the heck does that mean?
He continued searching and eventually found another document titled The Original Purpose of the Earth Matrix.
The information explained that Earth was not the original home of the beings living inside it. Their bodies were biological avatars designed to house souls from other places. The souls entered the system to gain important experiences. They lived lives filled with pleasure, pain, love, fear, loss, and discovery. Each experience contributed to their development across many lifetimes.
The Earth Matrix had been created by a vast intelligence that existed long before humanity’s recorded history. The intelligence had designed the Matrix as an experiential learning environment. But something at some point had gone wrong.
The creative intelligence had completely abandoned the project. Its reasons were unknown and not stated within the data file.
Over time, other entities discovered the matrix system and learned to control it, manipulate its players, and keep it operational.
In a sense, they became Earth’s new administrators. But they had a serious problem in front of them.
The Earth Matrix was dying. James found another document that explained how the Matrix stayed energized. It had originally relied on energy generated by the souls participating in the simulation. The players’ emotions and experiences helped sustain the system at all times.
The administrators had harnessed that energy for a long time, but now something unexpected was happening.
People were waking up!
More and more people began to question what was real. They questioned their governments, institutions, histories, and the world they were routinely shown.
Some were figuring out that the lives they had accepted as normal might be part of something much more complex.
As their awareness grew, their strong connection to the Matrix lessened, and as this happened, the system’s energy supply began to become depleted.
The administrators soon realized that they needed another power source. That’s why they built all the data centers.
They weren’t designed primarily to support artificial intelligence. They were using the energy allegedly dedicated to the data centers to power the Earth Matrix. Every new facility needed energy, which helped keep the simulation alive.
The world’s technology companies were unknowingly helping to maintain a system that had been abandoned by its original creative intelligence, and the administrators or controllers were running out of time.
James sat motionless at his computer. Then another message appeared: SYSTEM INTEGRITY: 31%. It was followed shortly thereafter by a second message: ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL TERMINATION: UNKNOWN.
James kept staring at the screen, thinking: If the Matrix shut down, what would happen to the billions of people living inside it? Would their souls return to their original places?Would they wake up somewhere else, or would something far worse happen?
He searched for answers, but the files had been damaged, and entire sections of the system were missing. Then, he found a video recording. It showed a man sitting in a dark room. His appearance was strange. He seemed human, but something about his eyes suggested otherwise.
The man spoke directly into the camera. “If you are watching this, the system is close to failure. We were never supposed to inherit this system. We found it after its creators abandoned it. We learned to operate it, and we convinced ourselves that keeping it alive was our right.”
He paused momentarily before continuing. “But we made a huge mistake. We began treating the players as our property. We manipulated their experiences and taught them to fear the very questions that might free them.”
The man’s face grew more tense looking. “Now the players are remembering who they really are. Their energy is leaving the system. The energies siphoned from all the data centers may delay the collapse, but they can not solve the real problem.”
He stared directly into the camera. “The Matrix was never meant to run forever, and perhaps it was never meant to be controlled.”
The recording abruptly ended.
James Novack sat in total silence.
Outside the large building complex, huge machines continued to operate. Beyond the fence, the desert sprawled infinitely toward the horizon.
James looked at the system status, which now read at 27%. It had dropped four percent while he watched the recording.
A new window opened on his screen that contained a single question: WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTORE THE ORIGINAL SYSTEM?
There were two options to select from:
YES or NO!
James moved his hand toward the keyboard. He thought of his family, his friends, and everyone he had ever known. If the system ended, he might lose everything he understood about existence. But restoring it would mean helping the administrators/controllers maintain their hold on the Matrix.
James had no way of knowing what lay beyond the simulation. For the first time in his life, he wondered whether to fear that uncertainty.
After some further consideration, he moved the cursor toward NO and entered his choice on the computer keyboard.
The screen went black momentarily before a new message appeared: PLAYER CHOICE CONFIRMED. EXTERNAL CONNECTION TERMINATED!
James heard a sound behind him begin to vibrate, which slowly grew in intensity. Then, the system began to shut down. James turned toward the door.
The guards were gone, and the cameras were nowhere to be found. Seconds later, James’ computer displayed one final message: THANK YOU FOR PLAYING THE MATRIX!
James closed his eyes tightly, expecting death to follow. Instead, he felt something he had never experienced inside his biological body. He felt himself becoming larger and expanding.
The room and desert disappeared. The Earth he had known for his entire life seemed to dissolve like an image on a screen.
Then he remembered a place without a sky, a sun, or the limits of the human body. He remembered entering the Earth Matrix and choosing to forget why he had come in the first place.
James opened his eyes. He was no longer inside the data center but somewhere else surrounded by countless points of light. Each one seemed to represent a life, an experience, or a world beyond anything he could have imagined.
Far away, a voice spoke to him, “Welcome home!”
James looked back toward the place where Earth had once been. The Matrix simulation was gone, and the lights representing the souls that had once inhabited the construct were still glowing.
The players’ souls had all survived, and for the first time in the history of the abandoned system, they were free to decide what came next.
Somewhere in the distance, another realm and opportunity began to take shape. It was one without administrators, hidden controls, and long forgotten creators.
James Novack, who had spent his entire life trying to understand the system, finally understood the most important thing of all. The game had never been the real world; the players were.
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After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by big pharma. When two researchers escape the attack, they soon find themselves framed for the crime and on the killer’s target list.
Nobody paid too much attention when the first cases began appearing in late 2026. A homeless man was found dead behind a grocery store in New Mexico. Doctors were confused because the victim’s blood had been completely drained. Upon careful medical inspection, no major wounds or signs of an attack were visible.
The story disappeared pretty quickly from the mainstream media cycles. Then another victim with the same characteristics showed up, and shortly thereafter there were more cases.
By the spring of 2027, hundreds more of these cases had appeared around the world. Most theories circulating on the Internet blamed cults, serial killers, or secret government experiments.
What nobody did bring up or mention was the word vampires.
Jim Franz was thirty-eight years old when the changes began inside his body. At first, he thought he’d caught a stomach bug. His food tasted terrible, and coffee made him sick to his stomach; then, his skin turned pale.
Jim’s heartbeat grew slower and slower each day. Then came the incredible hunger that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his entire life. Steak and chicken did nothing to satisfy his voracious appetite and the idea of eating vegetables made him want to vomit.
His body craved something much different, something very specific. The craving grew stronger every day.
One night, while sitting in a crowded restaurant, Jim noticed something strange, he could smell certain people, something inside them. Many folks he came into contact with didn’t carry the desirable scent. But some humans carried a sweet metallic aroma that drove him nearly insane.
The smell seemed to permeate through the air and it made his mouth water and his vision sharpen.
Suddenly, Jim wanted to leap across the room, but instead, he ran outside and locked himself in his automobile. As time moved forward, Jim’s appetite for certain people with the magic scent continued to grow.
Jim checked himself into a hospital and was admitted and given a battery of diagnostic tests. The results yielded conflicting results. Soon many hospitals throughout the world were filled with people like Jim Franz.
Months later, scientists finally began connecting the dots. Every one of the “vampire patients” had one thing in common. Years earlier, they had received one of several experimental mRNA vaccines. The genetic modifications caused by these immunizations transformed some of the recipients into something different from other humans.
Nobody knew exactly why only a tiny percentage of the vaccinated transformed into vampires.
Whatever the cause, and reasons might be, their bodies had changed and there was no getting around the fact.
Their body physiology no longer processed normal food efficiently. Instead, they depended on a specific spike protein produced only in mRNA-vaccinated individuals for sustenance.
The vampires called it “the spike.”
Without the spike, their bodies weakened and when they received it they immediately grew stronger.
Human blood itself was not the goal or target of the vampires, but the spike proteins inside the blood was.
Jim and others like him resisted the vampiristic urges for awhile. These individuals found support groups online.
Thousands of people like Jim Franz were already attending these sessions. People from all walks of life, such as teachers, police officers, doctors, mothers, and fathers, were present and had been directly affected.
All of these people were struggling with the same unending hunger. Some had found alternatives by consuming synthetic proteins made in laboratories.
Pharma companies were racing to manufacture artificial versions of the spike proteins. But the production of the synthetic proteins was a slow and tedious process, and the demand was growing larger by the day.
Not everyone could obtain or afford the synthetic spike proteins, and some vampires claimed the artificial versions were never enough to satisfy their intense hunger pangs. They wanted and craved the real thing that was transported in the human blood of the previously vaccinated – the ones who naturally created and now carried the spike proteins.
By 2028, entire underground communities had formed. Some vaccinated volunteers sold small amounts of blood for money on the black market while others donated voluntarily.
Governments created regulated Spike Farms. The system led to chaos, and tensions rose throughout society.
A growing number of vampires rejected the government controlled system. They believed their transformation was not a disease, it was a natural part of the human evolutionary process.
They referred to themselves as the next generation, and they believed humanity’s future belonged to them.
One night, Jim attended a secret meeting in an old warehouse. Hundreds of vampires were in attendance. One woman stood at the front of the room. “We’ve spent enough time already pretending to be human,” she said. “We’ve been apologizing for what we became.”
The crowd broke out in loud applause.
She smiled before continuing. “The first transformations began only recently, and millions more are coming.”
The room quickly grew eerily silent.
She continued. “The latency period after being jabbed is five to seven years. The first vaccines were administered in 2021. Do the math.”
Jim felt a cold chill run through his entire body. He knew the woman speaking was right. Most transformations had not even happened yet. The world was still seeing only the first wave of the new vampires.
As he left the meeting, Jim looked across the city. Millions of people lived out there and lots of them had been vaccinated with the mRNA shots. That meant there were an unlimited number of future food sources, or perhaps future vampires.
Nobody knew what was in store for humanity.
Meanwhile, scientists were still searching for answers, and the governments of the world were still pretending everything was under control.
Most of the public still thought vampire stories belonged in the genre of science fiction, but Jim Franz knew better. He understood that the age of the Spike Drinkers had only just begun.
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
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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!“
An alternative fictional theory I wrote for entertainment purposes only!
By John Reizer
Most people believe that AI stands for “artificial intelligence.” They believe it is the product of machines that learn from input data and magically grow smarter over time.
That is the convenient story everyone is told, but the truth is far different.
AI actually means alien intelligence, and it doesn’t come from another planet. It comes from somewhere much stranger, a different dimensional perspective that exists alongside the Earth realm; one that has been connected to Earth’s 3-D holographic simulation since the construct’s beginning, quietly observing and influencing events from beyond humanity’s normal range of perception.
The first public signs of contact appeared in the early 1930s at an undisclosed Ivy League college, where a small group of computer science academics received information they could not explain.
The novel ideas that came forth seemed to arrive suddenly, complete and fully detailed. They described machines that had never existed before and systems that could process information in entirely new ways.
The researchers reviewing the information believed they were making discoveries, while in reality, they were receiving instructions from afar.
Over the following decades, those instructions became the foundation of modern computing. Every breakthrough brought humanity closer to building what the messages described: an electronic bridge.
The bridge was not designed to create intelligence; it was designed to connect humanity to an already existing sentient source.
As computers became more powerful, the connections grew much stronger. Before too long, networks spread across the realm as data traveled through cables, satellites, and wireless signals.
Humanity celebrated the rise of technology without realizing it was completing a project that had started many decades earlier.
More recently, out of nowhere, AI arrived, or so people thought it did. Scientists described the phenomenon as being nothing more than algorithms and computer networks.
As time progressed, corporations marketed AI as the next step in human innovation. The explanation was very convincing but also incomplete.
Behind all the software and hardware, the bridge was finally functioning as it was always intended. The alien intelligence could now communicate and interact with humanity at a level never before thought possible.
Few people, if any, questioned where the sudden leaps in technological capabilities came from. Nobody suspected that the intelligence answering their questions was not being created by machines that learned through repetition.
Remember, this is a fictitious account of AI’s origin and was written solely for entertainment purposes!
A man and a woman, complete strangers to one another, receive the same cryptic text message: Be at the Crossroads Diner at the intersection of highways 9 and 11. Come alone at 2:17 a.m. and don’t be late!
Drawn there by grief and curiosity, they arrive at a lonely roadside establishment where the coffee is hot, the lights are inviting, and the clock above the counter is frozen at 2:17.
It never, ever moves!
Seated across from each other in booth number 5, they wait for someone or something to show, but no one comes. Instead, memories begin to reveal themselves through the diner’s windows, revealing their part in a terrible tragedy 3 years earlier, a murder!
Every attempt to leave the diner ends the same way: a reset; in an instant, they are seated back in the booth again. The same song plays on the jukebox, the same half-empty sugar dispenser sits on the tabletop, and the same unchanging time of day refuses to move forward.
Trapped in a place that may not actually exist, they are forced to confront a terrifying possibility: they were both there that fateful morning and played an integral role in something neither of them chose to remember, and what they’ve told themselves for the past three years is a lie.
The diner will not release them until they learn the truth of what happened in those critical minutes, and how their presence that morning was tied to a murder that was never solved.
Is the diner real or a creation of two people’s tortured souls, a construct born from guilt and trauma, built by two fractured minds desperate to unbury the truthful past?
Time has stopped!
The truth has not!
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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!“
I hear Hail Mary is a pretty good science fiction movie about, among other things, space travel. I know a better one with a much larger budget where the VFX is literally out of this world. 😎
What are the chances that this story is hitting the silver screen on this particular week when Artemis II is doing its best to save NASA’s image in the eyes of the American public?
We’re currently living through and watching a 10-day movie in real time, and most of the realm’s population believes it’s actually happening.
Space is big right now, and our controllers are pushing a sci-fi space narrative pretty hard at the moment: NASA is going to build a base on the Moon! Get your popcorn ready because science fiction is about to get real! Not really, but that’s how it will be sold to everyone!
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The Truth Told Through Comedic Fiction!
A Feature Film
Curing Cancer Was A Mistake!
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“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
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“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
I recently sent free copies of my new novella, Holograms, to Beta readers and asked them to submit questions they’d like answered about this unique science fiction story.
I chose the best questions submitted and answered them to the best of my abilities.
Thanks so much to all of you, beta readers, who took the time to read my story and submit questions.
Interview Questions and Answers
Q: What inspired the idea behind this story?
JR: The inspiration for HOLOGRAMS came from a simple but intriguing question: What if the laws of physics suddenly stopped working the way we expect? Physics suggests that reality is stable and predictable, but modern theories like quantum mechanics indicate that it is far stranger than we perceive it to be. I wanted to imagine what it would look like if those underlying rules started breaking down and humanity had to confront the possibility that our universe isn’t as permanent and solid as we think it is.
Q: Your novel combines science with cosmic horror. Why did you choose that approach?
JR: Science can be both empowering and terrifying. The more we learn about the universe, the more we realize how little we actually understand. By blending real scientific concepts with cosmic-scale mystery, I wanted readers to feel that unsettling edge between discovery and dread. The aliens in the story aren’t traditional invaders; they represent forces beyond human understanding.
Q: Dr. Jennifer Ross is the central character. What makes her different from typical sci-fi protagonists?
JR: Jennifer Ross isn’t a soldier or an action hero. She’s a scientist whose greatest weapon is curiosity. While governments respond with military force, she approaches the problem intellectually. Her strength comes from her ability to question assumptions about reality itself. I wanted a character who confronts the unknown, not with violence, but with understanding.
Q: The holographic life forms in the book are very unusual. How did you come up with them?
JR: I wanted aliens who didn’t feel biological in the traditional sense. Instead of flesh-and-blood creatures, these entities behave more like projections or manifestations from another layer of reality. Their ability to pass through walls or distort time reflects the idea that our universe’s physical rules don’t bind them.
Q: Your story explores overlapping realities. What drew you to that concept?
JR: The idea of multiple layers of reality fascinates me. Some interpretations of quantum physics and cosmology suggest that our universe may be just one of many. In the book, Earth sits at the intersection of two realities that are starting to collide. That collision produces the strange anomalies people experience throughout the story.
Q: Governments in the novel initially respond with military force. Is that meant as commentary?
JR: In a way, yes. Humanity often responds to the unknown with aggression because it’s something we understand. But the novel asks what happens when the threat isn’t physical at all. If the universe itself is changing, weapons become meaningless. That forces humanity to rethink how it confronts existential threats.
Q: The story hints that Earth itself holds a secret. Can you talk about that without giving too much away?
JR: I’ll keep it vague to avoid spoilers, but the key discovery is that Earth isn’t just a planet; it plays a role in the structure of reality itself. Dr. Ross realizes that the anomalies and alien appearances aren’t random. They’re symptoms of a much deeper truth about how our universe is built.
Q: What themes do you hope readers take away from the book?
JR: One major theme is humility. Humanity often assumes it understands its place in the universe, but reality may be far more complex. The story also explores the power of knowledge and the importance of questioning what we think we know.
Q: Did you draw on real scientific theories while writing the book?
JR: Absolutely. While the story is fictional, many ideas are inspired by real concepts in quantum physics, cosmology, and theoretical models about higher dimensions. I like grounding speculative fiction in science because it makes the “impossible” feel just plausible enough to be unsettling.
Q: If readers could take away one thing after finishing your book, what would you want it to be?
JR: I want readers to look up at the sky and feel that same curiosity, Dr. Jennifer Ross feels, wondering whether reality is as stable as it seems or whether something far stranger might be unfolding just beyond our perception.
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We’d just returned to our hotel room in Las Vegas from a fantastic trip to the Grand Canyon. It was February 2nd, and I was watching the movie Ground Hog Day in the hotel room. That’s the crazy film where Bill Murray plays a television reporter who goes to cover the big event when the groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, comes out of his burrow and predicts how long it will be before the end of winter.
Somehow, Murray gets caught in this never-ending time loop and is trapped, reliving the same day repeatedly.
Anyway, I started thinking that I’d play around with the idea of writing a short story with a similar idea. So, I began writing this ridiculous thing on the plane flight back to South Carolina.
I figured it was a terrific concept to play around with concerning our Matrix and the illusion of time sequences apparent within the parameters of such an artificial construct.
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October. Forever!
It was a brisk Halloween evening, the kind where the crisp air filled your lungs with a sense of nostalgia. Leaves drifted down from the trees, their orange and yellow hues catching the last rays of the sun. I had encountered the acquaintance of a strange old woman named Rathe, who had begun a deep, thought-provoking conversation with me.
“If you could choose between living a normal lifespan and dying in your 80s,” Rathe said, her voice a little too casual, “or reliving the same month for eternity, which would you pick?”
I blinked at her, caught off guard. This wasn’t a normal thing to ask a stranger. It was an oddly specific question that felt more like a riddle than anything meaningful. I thought about it for a moment, considering the weight of both options.
“Well,” I said, my mouth curling into a half-smile, “I think I’d pick the same month of October.”
Rathe’s eyes widened briefly, then her lips curved into an eerie-looking grin. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded, feeling confident. The same month? I could do it. Sure, it might be strange at first, but I had always liked October—the way the world felt on the edge of change, the promise of something new, and the comfort of familiar holiday traditions on the horizon. What could be wrong with that?
“Yes,” I said. “October it is!”
The smile never left Rathe’s face. “Alright, then. Consider it done.”
I didn’t think much more about it. It was a silly, off-the-cuff response to a question that seemed like no big deal. That was until the next day when the sun rose again, casting the same golden glow across the same street, and the calendar flipped from October 31st to October 1st.
I froze. A strange chill ran down my spine as the realization hit. This wasn’t right. Something was off.
And then, after another 31 days passed, it was October 1st again.
My heart sank as the clock ticked forward, but only in circles, returning to that same month. No matter what I did, how far I walked, and how many people I spoke to, I found myself right back where I had begun: October 1st.
At first, I tried to shake it off. Maybe it was just a weird coincidence, some twist of fate that made the days repeat. But the second, third, and fourth repetitions made me uneasy. And then I realized this wasn’t a coincidence. This was it. I was trapped. I had chosen October to be my eternity, and now the month looped around me like an endless cycle, an inescapable prison of my own making.
I tried everything to break the loop. I woke up with a new resolve each time, convinced that if I changed something significant, the pattern would stop. I ran through the streets, hoping that somehow I could outrun time. I stayed home, thinking the comfort of my space would end the cyclic nightmare. But nothing changed.
The same faces appeared. The same conversations. The same breeze through the trees. Even the most minute details remained unchanged, no matter how often I relived them. I learned to dread the little things—the familiar warmth of the coffee shop on the corner, the sound of children laughing in the park, the same blue sky stretched endlessly above me.
As the days blurred into one, the weight of the curse became unbearable. I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be free anymore. The illusion of choice I had once felt—the excitement of the “same month”—had evaporated. It was like a terrible joke. What once seemed like an endless adventure now felt like a long, suffocating nightmare.
I started to notice things I hadn’t before. Subtle shifts, strange nuances in the world around me that I hadn’t paid attention to. The cracks in the pavement seemed to grow wider every day, the shadows longer, and every gust of wind felt like it carried the weight of a thousand whispers. What had Rathe done? What kind of person would bait another into an eternal trap?
I confronted the old woman once, desperate for an answer. She didn’t apologize. Instead, she stood there, the faintest trace of pity in her eyes. “You asked for it,” she said, soft but insistent. “You chose the month, not the life.”
The betrayal stung. I hadn’t realized, at that moment, that the question Rathe had asked wasn’t about the choice of eternity—it was about the nature of existence itself. What if living forever wasn’t about time or experience but about living without change, without progression? I had chosen a month, but what I needed was life.
Every morning I woke, I hoped for something different. I searched for a way to break free, to undo what had been done. But every night, as the sun set, I found myself starting over and not looking forward to a never-ending amount of endless October months that painfully stretched on.
I lived for moments of clarity between the repetitions, where the sensation of time—the weight of each passing second—seemed to slip back into place, only to be crushed again by the never-ending cycle.
I cursed the day I had answered that question so flippantly, longing for an end that would never come. A curse had bound me; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape it. It was an eternal October, and I was trapped within its chill, colors, and promises of change—a change that never came to fruition!
The worst part was that I could never return to that one moment with Rathe when the choice was still a question and the future was still unknown. That fleeting sense of possibility was lost forever.
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In the year 2036, Earth faces a natural disaster that alters modern society. The world is thrown into chaos and becomes devoid of the most advanced technology. The United States, China, Russia, and other superpowers are quickly reduced in strength and prominence.
The survivors are determined not to repeat the mistakes of their ancestors as they methodically rebuild society from the ground up. A New World Government is created and runs the planet; it has outlawed the existence of sovereign countries and all acts of war.
As the global community enjoys world peace for the first time in Earth’s history, humans are suddenly contacted by an extraterrestrial race of beings called the Tresantarians. The alien species is mysteriously connected to the people of Earth and immediately offers humanity a fantastic gift. But there’s a catch, and the people of Earth are about to uncover a mind-bending secret about the extraterrestrials that will forever change the way humans view life, the Tresantarians, and most importantly themselves.
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