Mission2Moga: 1, #1

By :Jonathan FABLE

 "Mission2Moga" 

A dystopian thriller with sci-fi elements that takes you on a journey through space and time!

Where the technology of today can be the destruction of tomorrow or our salvation now!

The HIP-HOP inspired Monument Of Graphene Armor survives an apocolyptic event destroying nearly everything on the earths surface.

4 cities originally built by the Governments of today that rose up from deep underground military bases controlled by an A.S.I..(Artificial Supreme Intelligence) program that control everything and attempts to smother the spirit of all its inhabitants goes to absolute lengths to control and keep its subjects in check.

While the Moga an interactive graffiti inspired architectural masterpiece allows its sovereign kings and queens their free will to explore and experiment in the very quest for the meaning of existence, while taking in all the art forms and trades the robots over time leaving the humans subject to the will of the a.s.i.,

Moga provides its inhabitants the ability to grow and build nets verse giving out free fish with the hooks still in them.

Follow three children as they escape the city of fire, guided by their dreams and some unexpected assistance to endure and acheive with great focus, will power, and determination on their Mission2Moga!

• Language: English
• Publisher: :Jonathan FABLE
• Release date: Jan 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393414261

:Jonathan FABLE

Growing up on Ridgewood Queens/ Bushwick Brooklyn in the 90's Jonathan was at an epicenter of graffiti and crime. His first arrest was at the age of 9, handcuffed to a radiator and threatened by the polce in the 104th precinct if he didn't give them his name he would go to Spofford juvenile detention center and get raped. He everntually did go to the detention center and mental institutions from his wild and erratic behavior but did not suffer that fate. In an apartment on the forth floor he had access to a firescape and could not be contained. He went to more than 6 different schools by the time he was 15 years of age and over 2 years combined in situations where he was being detained. One school inside Creedmore psychiatric hospital where every door was locked and metal detectors welcomed you and everyday 11am or so was 'medication time' where he and his peers would line up for the daily dose of numbing the mind. Now abandoned. Drugs had become an integral part of his life but not the ones prescribed by doctors. At age 9 smoking a blunt with his blood brother on a roof they spoke of how lucky they'd be to survive to 15. He did and around 18years old at the almost point of complete destruction smoking crack, sniffing heroine and the list goes on, he awoke to knowledge that saved him from complete disaster. His graffiti name was saev and a god complex emerged as he bagan to read all bibles and religions to find the answers he was looking for. When he was 21 he began to write his story entitled "Bushwick to Broadway' and was on his way to realising his dream when he ran into Courtney his brother from the block he grew up on. Courtney was traveling around the US doing editing for big stars and musicians and the timing could not have been better. Courtney returned for a funeral and attended his own sadly at 29 years young from a dust off computer product he was inhaling to get high. He and Jonathan just started to build the MOGA and the first step was setting up as a non profit organization. They met with lawyers and the case was in motion. 3 days after receiving the news is when his mother found Courtney's body on a couch not with us any longer. Jonathan writes the Mission2Moga in memory of his dearly departed brother and taps into a realm where his brother did not pass and they went on to build the MOGA!

Book preview

Chapter 1

WAKE UP MY CHILD.

What was that ... what did I just see? the boy said to himself as a low rumble came through from deep inside his belly as he awoke from his deep rest, as if from another realm. This vision kept coming to the child repeatedly like a scratch on a vinyl record or a CD, reminding him, bugging him, and annoying him, over and over and over again.

It is time to awaken, a very calm voice says.

Yes, Mother ... I'm up, with a forever so slight trembling response from the boy.

It is time to awaken my child, let's start with a stretch, breathe in...Now exhale much longer than you breathed in, remember to give more than you take my child.

Yes mother.

Your alignment is off, your muscular network is very tight, we'll have to stretch for some extra time to release the blockage. Is something troubling you, my child?

No mother.

All other vitals appear good. Your nails need a slight trimming and your hair needs shaping up. Be sure to administer your own mouth sterilization this time, you mustn’t forget to tend to your daily bodily requirements.

With a drawn-out response from the boy, yes Mother, as he rolls his eyes way deep into the back of his head.

Mother continues to instruct and remind the boy of the daily morning schedule and upcoming changes, according to the system’s demands.

As the boy prepares to go to his daily lessons, this vision keeps replaying in his head, as he twitches his neck and head, blinking his eyes, he attempts to somehow dodge this vision in his mind.

As he is struggling to comprehend why this vision keeps coming to him, he sees himself standing in the middle of a barren wasteland, skies so dark, and clouds of strange colors in a sky that he has never seen before. With not a familiar item in view, feeling tired, cold, and hungry with great intent toward a distant pulsating glow, his whole body trembles almost uncontrollably. The feeling of being alone terrifies him deeply.

At the same time, he is wondering about and wishing to understand this vision. Mother is instructing him on his movements, where to go, and what to do.

With the pressure of this vision, and Mother constantly over him, day in and day out, same routine with slight variations, he finally snaps and screams in angst. This vision goes on a forever loop nearly driving the boy mad.

I know Mother!

"Shall I get Father involved?'' The boy seeing a flash of every conflict he and Mother have ever had of control goes in a picture slideshow right before his eyes, as he has never heard mention of Father unless it is to control him.

Mother, I'm having some pain in my head, that’s all.

The systems are not showing anything out of the ordinary, but let’s administer a small dose of concentration and you will be fine, the boy freezes in suspended animation as a quick scan and electric current passes directly into his forehead from Mother’s fingertip, thank you Mother.

Shall we start today’s lesson my child?

The boy nods his head, yes Mother.

As the boy sits down with the rest of the other children he notices two other kids way across The Unity Center talking to one another.

He wonders why Mother hasn't stopped them, since

Mother sees and hears everything.

His curiosity overwhelms him, as he tries to figure out how this is possible, he loses control over his facial functions and starts making strange faces. One eyebrow up and for a moment he realizes his control over the muscles in his face that he didn’t seem to be aware of before, forgetting what he was doing, a strange smile overtakes him while showing his teeth to the other kids.

He is guided by a breath, unlike Mother’s instructions,  through his nose he feels his stomach, toes, and fingertips filling up with air as his hair almost begins to glow, his whole body expands and contracts.

Everyone else in The Unity Center is always focused on the lesson, never turning left nor right, simply looking straight in a complete still state. Does he stand out uncomfortably? He is becoming self-aware and doesn’t exactly know what to do or how to conduct himself as all he had to do before was follow the others.

As he looked over toward the other children, they noticed him looking and quickly returned to the lesson. Mother pulled him aside and gave him another administration of concentration.

Lesson one is over for now children, you may proceed to The Wellness Center. Mother instructs the children.

His mind was super relaxed from the dose, but the boy questioned himself as if he was just seeing things.

Child, is there something you want to tell me?

No mother, everything is fine.

I detect your stress level is raised to an abnormal state. I will ask only one more time, or Father will be called upon.

The boy folded, Mother, it was something I saw when I was in deep rest.

Child, your honesty is and should always be the only response, you don't want to get Father involved, do you? At that same instant Mother raised her arm, No! Mother I will obey. It will not happen again, the boy pleaded in vain.

Mother sent a signal to scan the boys’ brain functions because dreams have been driven from their minds and to have one was a serious breach of control. She cross-examined his energy frequencies from her inner data base on a multi server quantum computing feed to assess where this issue is rooted and what effects it is having on the boy's normalcy.

It will not. You will go and rest now, and I will do an extensive deep scan to make sure it does not happen again.

As he is being removed from The Unity Center, he looks back at the other children that caught his attention earlier. 

As their eyes meet, the other boy across The Unity Center puts his fingers over his lips squeezing them shut, motioning for him to stay silent and not tell Mother.

His mind begins to race, but he doesn’t want to alarm Mother. He does his very best to remain calm, breathe, and control his thoughts and emotions, asking himself, why didn't anyone else notice him, especially Mother? As he prepared for a deep scan state in Overall System Analysis for Mother to check for further disturbance of Abnormal Actions and Protocols of Dysfunctionality Comprehension, he clenched his fists and grit his teeth with a feeling he was unfamiliar with. 

Chapter 2

SINCE THE GREAT CHANGE that took place on Earth, only those who were fortunate enough to have a bunker or a part in the underground cities survived the initial Great Change.

Those who lived in the Four Cities, now named after the basic elements, were under the rule of Mother and Father. A Supreme Artificial Intelligence program designed to keep total control over all actions, and every living soul.

In the Four Cities a leader, half man half cyborg overlooked the A.S.I. to provide if necessary any repairs or simply there for backup protocol. 

To ensure peace, safety, health, and wellness, Mother and Father