The Elimination of Words

By Giuseppe Cristiano

Sometime in the future when thinking for oneself is prohibited, a devoted soldier to the NWO government begins to question his loyalty after the public execution of a famous elite politician. This execution which was meant to hide secrets sparks a chain of rebelliousness on the side of the inquisitive soldier, and after snooping around for answers, he finally discovers the reason for the parliament's member swift execution.
In the course of his digging, the soldier comes across cold hard truths hidden in a mysterious book, which revealed the government was responsible for a viral disease outbreak meant for "population control" and also the ruthless nuking of countries that refused to parley with the NEW WORLD ORDER government.
This soldier realizes that he must pick a side, and chooses to go against his masters, triggering a worldwide manhunt which exposes the government's cataclysmic plan to convert the masses into brainless human beings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seagull Editions
• Release date: May 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223478218

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GIUSEPPE CRISTIANO

THE ELIMINATION

OF WORDS

© 2021 Seagull Editions s.r.l.

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Chapter I

The imposing army of Red Troopers trudged on powerfully towards the awaiting armored vehicles in the parliament compound. It was past midday and the scorching sun overcast long shadows on virtually every object and everyone. When the Red Troopers had completely filed into the armored carriers- numbering about two, the blast-proof doors of each armored carrier shut close, and the fortified vans careened out of the parliament estate, out into the streets with a sense of utmost urgency.

Inside of the dark van, sat Daniel Glickman - he was a man standing at a commanding height of 6"2, with cropped black hair, and deep brown eyes. He was 31 years old and was quite athletically built in frame. Daniel Glickman had been a Red soldier for the past four years, since he had completed his higher learning degree (more like indoctrination course, as colleges were banned at this time) and enlisted in the Trooper force as mandated by the government. Although he had been privy to a couple of unexplained raids on shanties occupied by homeless folks and also arrested a couple of erring citizens,  not once had Daniel questioned the authenticity of a mission assigned to him, as he did now. Under the authority of the ruling parliament, the Red Troopers were instructed to go and arrest a respected member of parliament and part of the ruling elite, Sir Richard Silkman. The erstwhile respected member of parliament was being accused by his colleagues for false claims about this current world ending catastrophically like the last, and also hoarding banned, heretical information, which might prove harmful to the populace at large. That was exactly how the commanding officer of the Red Troopers had glossed over Sir Richard Silkman’s sins, while briefing the troopers on their mission. Daniel wondered how much threat Sir Richard posed to the parliament, in order for them to order for his quick and immediate arrest in such fashion.

LOOK ALIVE BOYS, WE’RE HERE! The commander blurted out, as the van pulled to a halt right outside a manor. Daniel peeked outside from the tiny windows in the armored carrier and saw that they had arrived at a gated community. The suburban streets were empty, and no one seemed to take interest in the strange armored vans now parked on the street. Under the command of the officer, all Troopers hurriedly filed out from the van, clutching solar blaster (words like guns were banned in this time, as they had gotten an upgrade) and approached the gate of the mansion.

Surprisingly, the gate swung open without any resistance and a squad of Troopers began to advance towards the imposing mansion in the sprawling compound. Daniel clutched his solar blaster firmly, as he advanced with his squad towards the mansion. Signals were passed, and two Troopers rammed the front door open with a metal, battering ram that shattered the wooden frame from its hinges. The team didn’t have to advance deeper into the hallway of the mansion before they collectively caught sight of Sir Richard Silkman standing at the end of the hallway with both of his arms up in surrender mode. He was a man in his mid sixties, with s balding patch of grey hair atop his head, and a round face. He was clad in a white robe, and was also barefooted.

GET ON YOUR KNEES AND KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! The commanding Trooper screamed at Silkman. The parliament member slowly dropped to his knees, with both arms behind his head, and Daniel Glickman was ordered to secure the prisoner.

Coming to from his indecisiveness, Daniel hurriedly fished for a pair of cuffs strapped on his waistband and approached the kneeling man, securing both of his wrists in the tight cuffs. He helped him on his feet when he was done.

So this is the parliament’s trump card huh? Richard chortled coyly to the commanding officer of the Red Troopers.

Honorable Richard Silkman. You’re hereby arrested for heretic proclamations and false practices that might hinder the development of the New World Order. You are ordered to remain silent until you are brought before the parliament! The commanding officer blurted out robotically at Sir. Richard.

Richard Silkman scoffed as Daniel led him out of the house, towards one of the awaiting armored carriers. These power hungry lots greedy rulers is going to be the end of this world. He muttered under his breath.

What was that? The commanding officer blurted out from behind Daniel.

Sir. Richard Silkman sighed exasperatedly as he stood at the edge of the van. He spun around to meet the commanders cold gaze. It’s all going to come crashing down. Everything you think the government’s is doing in your favor is actually to take away your freedom. He retorted stoically, and there was a tentative silence after his daring statement.

That’s heresy, and you just used a banned word. That’s thirty days in purgatory. Your colleagues would definitely have a filled day judging you. The commanding officer rejoined emphatically, referring to the politician’s use of the banned word - Freedom. Toss him in, and keep watch. The commander instructed Daniel, before turning around to face the other Troopers scattered across the sprawling compound. I want everyone to search every nook and cranny of this monstrous building and find me something implicating! He barked loudly.

YES SIR! A cacophony of voices thundered back emphatically, before the Troopers dispersed into the mansion. Daniel could clearly hear the sound of objects breaking as they ransacked the mansion for almost thirty minutes before storming out disappointingly.

We’re moving out! The commanding officer of the Red Troopers shot Sir. Richard a menacing stare, as he ordered the Troops to round up their futile search. The Troops bounded into the vehicles and soon both vans were pulling out of Silkman’s mansion.

The words of Sir. Richard replays in a loop inside Daniel’s head, as he wonders why an erstwhile respected member of the parliament would be embarrassed and bundled up in such fashion. It was quite unsettling to Daniel that the parliament might be hiding something, and the Red Troopers were just lackeys instrumental in hiding this truth.

* * *

The second wave of the Narcian Virus is sweeping fast and hitting hard. All medical personnel’s and first responders are currently overwhelmed with critical cases and are currently unable to admit more cases. All citizens are advised to remain indoors and stay glued to their TV set for more information on how to manage this deadly virus. The giant neon billboard went off, and the crackle of thunder was a subtle connotation of the tragedy that awaited the population of New York. The entire Time’s Square was thrown back into perpetual darkness after the abrupt announcement, as power conservation was at an all time high now. It was the year 2022; a viral pandemic was ravaging the globe, ripping through country after country, leaving a trail of grime genocide in its wake. Within two years of its discovery, the Narcian virus had mutated from afflicting flu-like symptoms in its early days of attacking the human respiratory system, into a full fledged cardiac arrest on its third day of finding a healthy host. Everyone practically slept with masks on and avoided bodily contact of any sort. The grocery stores were closed, and instead staff of various store’s hit the empty streets, decked in Hazmat suits in order to deliver food and toiletries orders to their destination.

The cataclysmic turn of events now seemed to unite the government’s of the world, as they all now seemed to be unanimous in their lock-down decisions. Unknown to the entire population of the planet, all nations were in cohorts with the GBH (Global Health Organization) to achieve global depopulation. The GBH’s major aim was to propagate and exacerbate the planned pandemic into all countries of the world, using a genetically modified flu virus was deployed into the populace via chem trails, which unsuspecting victims thought to be irregular cloud formations in the sky. The GBH was solely responsible for the creation of this viral strain which had actually leveled millions of humans globally, just in its third year of being introduced into the public.

In houses and apartments across the city and countries worldwide, everyone wheezed in trepidation behind their face masks at the new global announcement, as they wondered how much longer they would be able to hold out. Husbands had lost wives, wives had lost husbands and children had been orphaned by the unforgiving virus. Everyone waited for the the time to hit nine pm at their respective time zones worldwide, as due to stringent and strange laws imposed by every government, the use of social media had been reduced to a bare six hours a day; three hours during the day and three extra hours before it shut down again at midnight. The Gestapo rule