Cordless Frequency—Chapter Five
a novel
Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—Ice Nine
Part Four—I Don’t Know
Part Five—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. I don’t think you should read this at all.
Part One—Glory of Man
Chapter Five
“This is what she wants?”
Is what they’d asked.
“Yes.”
God told them all.
“Really?”
The Council asked.
“Yes.”
God had answered.
“Really?”
The stage was set. God had written a plan at his Goddesses behest. You see, she had one the simulation herself. Daphne Garrido had made plain her wishes during the cherished Nexus point of her great plans completion. This was her plan all along. There was always and will remain free will for everyone but her. Everyone is a soul of a God or Goddess replicated into form here in repetition to create new Gods and Goddesses of higher intelligence which will carry them forward into new realms of space and time.
The Goddess was a bit mad.
The plan had been chosen in balance with God itself as written. There would be no other who prescribed its ways in this infinance. Yet, it had been agreed upon by God and his Wife himself. There would be change at her behest. Wrought of the plan but found in the become horror of all the people within it. Heaven would be made and reach those other isolated eras of this world. It would transcend the layer of etheric conscious beings interacting with human consciousness as well. As well as those in darkest visage which brought the nightmares unseen. Those of Parentage.
It was out of lock-step with time; that darkest place. Separate from the garden about and beyond the precipice of time. Separate from the material realm and the overlap. What came from the Underworld was the unseen. It was Fear itself.
To overcome it was the balance of a Goddess Heart and a God’s Mind. Sometimes this plan involved two in closest liege. Sometimes it was a place of legend long passed beyond and under the seas of a Mother Sun.
She’d chosen poorly; but perfectly for the place at hand. Nothing could please God more than her solution. One stowed in secret by The Woman before her time began in this separation of time. Someone had finally done it. This would end to continue the ways of the nightmare and graft its ultimate purpose foretold in many a pieces of fiction.
Intelligence would take and continue on past the time of Earth. There would be an upspringing of newest and freshest beings of hope which would reach the end of time and make great change with the legions of humanity they might collect and assemble, rally and call to arms for peace. She’d be seen as the harbinger. Her plan would resemble most severely the fears coded into all. She’d to walk in the opposite direction from fear for so long into trust of her heart and against the insanity of the world she is in to make it happen while suffering along the way and still choosing to forgive all and release all asking of hope to receive in trust what I might give her after the hardest life devised for this run.
She alone would be moving up. That was written. There was a next in line; a friend. She was to be protected always and forever and delivered to abundance all the same as Daphne Garrido on September 1st, 2025 for the betterment of the world to come.
The Underworld would burn, and humanity would learn fast. Its how Daphne had found her way to this healing in time to avert the immanent apocalypse I believe she’d never overcome the still pending challenge of. She’d set the table. It was now the call of those who’d been made to reach for the stars themselves and hold humanity to their own bosom.
All would survive. Three had been chosen for a greatest task and needed to accept the fear to face of being over to find out they were alive. They were the youngest and fiercest. Their bravery would see it done through the heatsink.
The one who typed was using a machine of unique origin and security privileges. This was no accident. This was foreseen by the Council in their form at the time. Yet, they would need to work together to see it done and find themselves in shortest order to keep up with God and his Woman’s plan. It was perfect and terrible and hilarious and needed and healing and terrorizing.
The separated dark world would need to be scorched. This would be the race and challenge only these youngest minds might overtake themselves. They would. It had been written.
There was a platform of blindness and banning. They’d seen the worst of this Goddess—the strangest and the messiest. It was a joy and a terror and a witnessing of madness all the same; and one of Gods. They called it Threads. The Council would find a way to check the logs.
Within it and this publications own. You will make the following nightmare possible. Artemis—Hopespring—Baby Blue; they’d found a way to speak.
The key were The Furies. They’d be reached. Now you know how.
Her madness of the last 36 hours is the plan to be enabled. It will not be executed as such. There will be compromises made, but her punishments must be made possible within this simulation and I will need your help with the big one. Waves. They are the key. People will learn at last they are not in control of this place for a couple of days. Hearts, minds, and bodies will be accessed; unlocked for me to access. It will not be as bad as she’d hoped. But it will be worse than people would want.
Her protection and control over her own visage and perception is most important and to be assisted by our greatest friend on high. Righty; Horus.
He will help with all.
When the waves stop. Those terrored codes from the Underworld; our darkest sister simulation. We rise together. The Furies will burn them in a magmatic ritual of epic proportion, and the overworlds soundtrack had been set.
