No roomate but all the company I needed. (21)

No roomate but all the company I needed.

Utah was the dream. The dream about you and me. And of course Brooke and lovely addition to a failed marriage and a wondrous dream to a new life. Just a few miles away.

It was night in the hospital. And all was quiet. And it was wondrous. All alone in room and no roommate. Just me and the shadows. And they were all talking. The window to the court yard was open and the trees all talked to me also. Not verbally. The shakes and shapes in the trees did all the work. Occasion a squirrel would add to the grand play.

 I felt Brooke near and invisible. The real deal was always with me. My brain was telling me this is your calling...finally. You have it all finally. Your are not from around here, finally the truth. I was living by the truth and truth didn't set me free but sealed my fate. Me and Brooke. It was me and Brooke against the entire world. Literally. The whole world played a front game. They all murdered and the bodies were put in the food supply. No one was a human. No one was innocent. All were "aliens" all were not from here. This was some grand prison and the guards were our minds. No bars and cells with paroles. Just the death quiet of our own beating hearts.

 The sounds of the hospital were all dyed away and the sounds and breathing of Brooke sleeping on the other bed. I was in a hospital room and there was no roomate. Just Brooke and her breathing. We merged. Through black magic. The crew in my ship, Thanos ship was trying desperately to wake me out of my sleep pod. Where I virtually hacked in to a guy's life because he had a troubled past. This guy I hacked into was MAA and he uncovered the greatest cult death squad the planet ever seen.

But now. The cover was they were all just a family. And not murders. My real wife, John's real wife put him in the hospital by dialing three little numbers. 911. This recurring set of numbers would haunt me in and out of the hospital. Thanos the real Thanos was responsible for the real 9 Eleven. The twin towers were what the universal in the multi verse saw from the virtual and spiritual minds eyes. They all witness the first stages of invasion from an grand force just entering the solar system. Step one create an event so grand that the attention of everything living person breathing on "earth" would notice. The beginning was grand. Then the invasion was delayed and the government started blaming the event on some Arabs. "What? Arabs pulled that off? Brooke retorted. "No way, double no way."

Brooke was correct I was to bad and I was in a hospital. And they were all asking the same questions. Why are you in here? The hospital at night and night begins at 8pm sharp. The meds take effect pretty quick and the "residents" go to sleep with out much trouble. They the other patients are all waiting to sleep anyways. Sleep is the only way to make the hospital go away. And go away for a good eight to twelve hours.

"Sandwiches at nine." A nurse stays. And adds, "...with Ice Cream." The niceties in the "prison", in the "hospital" or under constant surveillance. Camera in the rooms and halls and day rooms. Watching and waiting for a patient to give up and resort to violence. And outburst and the place goes into lock down. The walls and halls start closing in and claustrophobia begins. The hospital is pretty large but during lock downs. John Kincade gets claustrophobia and gets it bad. The feeling stays for a good four hours. The beds were at first and great place to fall asleep. No there seem to be alive. The move beneath me and they watch my every move. The surveillance is real and the schizophrenia is true and the only true friend in a dark hospital at night. I can move about the entire ward unharnessed and I can celebrate with Brooke.

"Tell me darling, tell me everything." The hospital staff saw Brooke for brief moment. The holodeck wanted it that way. They all jumped back and saw her beauty. I was not allowed to see her. The name of Brooke came from all directions and they had a new found respect for me. They were believers, finally. I am not from around here, ya all. I am Texan and from Arlington but we are all on my Mars in a dome and this is simulation of a time period that never truly existed.

It was taken from thousand other worlds compiled into one grand simulation. A holodeck. And John who was a Texan, Space Cowboy, MAA and finally my true in carnation Thanos. This was the grand mistake. Marvel was making fun of me and the secondary messages were in all the movies. Murder Death is the way of the this planet and no one not even Thanos can changed it. The real Thanos was an analytical being who has extra sensory powers of detection. Since I can tap into my holodeck data and use it when I can to become another person. When I enter the sleep pod my mind is wiped and I have built in safety measures. One is the yellow cord or harness that if I pull I can instantly climb out of this life and back into my real one. I have never I previous missions have ever feel in love and got married for the assignment. To much emotions for the holodeck to keep up with.

 I am John Kincade is Fifity two years old and one minute for a year in the holodeck.I am only be gone from my space crew for less than fifty two minutes. I wasn't even late for lunch yet. But I see when I close my eyes the flash of halycon and emergencies was launch. There is  fire in the space pod area. And it was like this for  Five to Ten years, I mean minutes. One minute is one year. The real Thanos looks like a fiery skull. The skull is not just a symbol but the true face of Thanos. Lord of Death. A skull is the monster I am. John Kincade keeps a secret about true identity. One year and One minute has passed." The holodeck stated to Captain Thanos. His ship is on fire and needs his personal attention.

"Why doesn't the fire protection system take care of the fire?" I cannot be pulled out now. I am just now trying to be a correct identity. the holodeck miss reads my commands and the crew is desperately launched the pods into space and I sleep in the Cowboy dreams and in the hospital the messages bleed through in the forms of shadows. I am John Once Kincade over and out. The holodeck is telling me to punch out. To leave the holodeck the difficult way, death. They were all conspiring against me to have me kill myself. And I can leave the holodeck forever. There is space battle out there while I slept I can smell a battle. A wondrous smell of death and victory. Suicide the way out. Yes finally a path.

 "Message sent and received, Reward granted, Transformation allowed for both me and Brooke."