The Schedule - Day 980

The Schedule Day 980

9/6/2025

Axiom Fiction Project

9/6/2025 12:26P

A calm washed over him as the final chapter came into focus. He didn’t choose this. He is a character in someone else’s story. Remember that as he plays out the role that was assigned to him. The special target and his mission. A certain clarity in the daze of cataclysm.

All of the lies and manipulation faded away. The light in the hallway faded to a dimly lit door. He moved without thinking, speaking. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. He stopped listening to what the others had said. No more paddling against the flow. He was not going back.

There was a mass shooting in Axiom City today. People mostly ignored them now, even the media sometimes. The people who benefit from the outcome have their motivations concealed and protected by the coverage.

It isn’t strange anymore that nobody gets to the bottom of anything. ‘Root causes.’ Ha ha. Press conferences don’t ever reveal anything. Sometimes, dead victims even come back to life after the number killed has brought the proper attention to the black faced DOMTRAM who can barely puke out the words that have been pre-written for them ahead of the press conference. The ‘authority’ leading the press conference. And all of the pieces of shit who take their turns speaking, saying nothing, overpriced bureaucratic layers of sub human garbage congratulating themselves on a job well done, because it always could have been worse.

He had watched the way the information came to him about Paul. Why did his brother Joe call him on that day and tell him that Paul had killed himself? His brother never called him for any reason. His brother didn’t seem to be too broken up about it. Yea, just some news gossip about someone who Rob had crossed paths with during his lifetime, but Paul was not a person who was relevant to him in any way at that time. Not discounting the tragedy, of course. But why did he call Rob and tell him this? In that sing-songy tone that only Rob’s mother would project while demonstrating how elated she was by tragedy that befalls other people.

Rob was disgusted by the way his brother was speaking on the phone. What is wrong with you? he thought, but did not say. At the time he was not aware that he was not speaking to Joe. It was Joe who had called him and it was Joe’s name and number that appeared on his phone. But he was not speaking to Joe.

When Rob got home, he told his wife what he had just heard and she seemed to be surprised that anyone would have even bothered to tell Rob about it. She already knew about it though. “Who told you about that?” She asked, more concerned about how I had learned about this information than the tragedy itself. “Joe,” Rob replied. “Joe,” she just said, not believing it, and with an air of disappointment. Concern for overlapping layers of not the news of a tragedy, but rather the overlapping layers of deception that were involved with the messaging and communication about a tragedy that none of them seemed to be concerned with for some reason.

‘Why don’t you care?” Rob asked her. “Who told you about it?” He asked her. “My mom,” she said.

Rob didn’t know it at the time, but she was more concerned about ‘what else’ Joe might reveal to him.

36 people were killed during that Mass Shooting in Axiom City today, so far. Developing story…

When you toggle the switches of deception too many times, sometimes they get stuck and sometimes someone purposely leaves one of them turned on. When this happens, the special target is not affected by the otherwise self-restrictive mechanisms. There is an override program that the subject experiences once they have been activated. This is especially dangerous after the target has been depatterened by not only deceptive communications, but also the ability to recognize the appearance of faces. The architects continue to disrupt and then send in 3rd parties to generate false positive hits.

There was a news item about an older man who was targeted by some kind of scam that directed the man to prepare some kind of money package in exchange for the release of a family member. When an Uber driver showed up at his door, after receiving direction that someone would be by to pick up the package, the man shot and killed him. Nobody could figure out who ordered the ride or who set the man up. Old white man, black Uber driver. Hate crime. Seems curious that nobody is interested that there is more to the story.

An 11-year-old kid was shot by a man in Houston recently while playing out a social media prank involving showing up at a stranger’s door, ringing the bell and then running away.

SWATTING.

The architects of the trend suggest shooting the offender in the midsection and then bashing their face with a hammer so that they do not die right away and as a symbolic way of beating the lies and manipulation out of the mouths of the people who designed the tapestry of this social media prank.

Rob was ready when Joe arrived outside the door.

Can you see the waves crashing on the silent shores of Lake Michigan from your building in the city?

It’s too late for the truth now as all of the swatters go unrecognized. Not that anyone would believe any of this anyway. Don’t wonder why. This is why.