Scenario:a reporter sets out to interview people, with strange and unbelievable stories, that aren't real pretty, as he believes that the world, they live in was meant, to be filled with colorful costumed heroes and villains, a age of marvels if you will, however something went wrong and prevented that all from happening, now the world is bleak and depressing, he's gonna find the point where that happened.
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a reporter sets out to interview people, with strange and unbelievable stories, that aren't real pretty, as he believes that the world, they live in was meant, to be filled with colorful costumed heroes and villains, a age of marvels if you will, however something went wrong and prevented that all from happening, now the world is bleak and depressing, he's gonna find the point where that happened.
I'm a reporter.
I go out and interview people who have had the most unbelievable, strange, and often unbelievable experiences.
Not the nice kind.
The depressing, soul-crushing, faith in humanity destroying kind.
Because I believe something went wrong in this world of ours.
Something that prevented it from becoming what it was supposed to be.
You see, I believe that this world we live in was meant to be filled with colorful costumed heroes and villains.
An age of marvels if you will.
A time when anything was possible and anything could happen.
Instead, we live in a bleak world that is just one step away from the abyss.
Where hope goes to die.
But I believe that wasn't always the case.
Something happened at some point in the past, some event, some occurrence that prevented our world from becoming what it was supposed to be.
Some event that sent us down this path that we are currently on.
And I'm going to find out what that was.
I'm going to find out why we don't live in what should have been the most amazing and extraordinary time in human history.
Because I believe it did once happen.
I'm sitting in a rundown boarding home, surrounded by trash and filth.
The smell of urine and feces fills the air.
I'm here to interview Rick Jones, a man who claims to have seen something that will change everything.
Rick is a liquid morphine addict, and he's been in this state for years.
He's shaking and sweating, his eyes are sunken, and he looks like he hasn't showered in a while.
He's dirty and smelly, but he's still able to speak.
And what he has to say is going to blow my mind.
"So, Rick," I say, pulling out my notebook and pen.
"What did you see?"
Rick looks around nervously, as if he's afraid that someone is watching us.
"I don't know if I should be telling you this," he says, his voice shaking.
"But I need the money. So here it goes."
He takes a deep breath and begins to tell me his story.
"I was in the army back in the 60s. I was stationed in New Mexico. And one day, we were told that we were going to be doing some tests on a new bomb. A bomb that was so powerful that it could destroy an entire city. We were told that it was called gamma radiation."
I nod my head, taking notes as Rick speaks.
"So they brought this bomb out to the middle of the desert. And they told us to stand back while they set it off. But one of the guys didn't hear them. He was too busy looking at some ants on the ground. And when they set off the bomb, he was right next to it." "What happened then?"
I ask, curious about what Rick saw.
Rick shakes his head, his eyes wide with fear.
"It was like nothing I've ever seen before," he says.
"This guy started screaming and crying out in pain. And then his body started swelling up. His skin turned green and he started growing hair all over his body. It was like something out of a horror movie."
I take a deep breath, trying to process what Rick is telling me.
This sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie.
But if it's true...
If this really happened...
Then that changes everything.
"Did you see what happened to the guy after that?"
I ask, wanting to know more about what happened after Rick saw this man transform into some kind of monster.
Rick nods his head again.
"Yeah," he says.
"Yes," he says.
"I saw him. He was huge and hairy, with sharp teeth and claws. He looked like a monster from a horror movie. And he was angry. He started attacking the other soldiers, killing them one by one."
I scribble furiously in my notebook, trying to get down every detail of what Rick is telling me.
This could be the lead I've been looking for.
The lead that will finally give me the answers I've been searching for.
But then...
"Rick," a voice says from behind me.
"Don't believe him."
I turn around and see Marlo, another junkie who lives in this boarding home.
She's lying on a mattress on the floor, her eyes half closed.
She looks like she's been asleep, but now she's awake and looking at us.
"What do you mean?"
I ask her, curious about why she's saying this.
Marlo shakes her head, her eyes still half closed.
"He's lying," she says.
"He didn't see anything."
Rick shakes his head, his face contorting with anger.
"That's not true," he says.
"I did see something. And it was horrible."
Marlo laughs, a dry, hacking sound.
"You're just trying to get money," she says.
"But no one is going to believe you."
I stand up abruptly, sensing danger in the air.
Rick's hand is twitching towards Marlo, and I can tell that he wants to hurt her.
So I back away slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements. "Thank you for your time," I say to Rick, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I'll make sure to write down everything you told me."
Rick nods his head again, his eyes still fixed on Marlo.
"I'm glad I could help," he says.
"And I hope that my story helps you find what you're looking for."
I nod my head again and turn to leave the room.
But as I walk out the door, I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right here.
Why would a junkie choose liquid morphine?
It's a dangerous drug that can cause serious health problems if used improperly.
And it's not like it's easy to get your hands on either.
So why would someone choose it over other drugs?
Unless...
Unless they're trying to forget something.