The Fall of the Lumberjack and the Rise of Prometheus
The Fall of the Lumberjack and the Rise of Prometheus
Chapter 1
Elijah Reeves was a humble man, a lumberjack who lived in a remote forested valley in the Pacific Northwest. He was a devout believer in the Word of God, studying his King James Bible every morning by the light of the rising sun. His faith was as unyielding as the ancient oaks that surrounded his property, a legacy handed down through generations of his family. The land was his refuge, and he refused to sell it despite mounting pressure from shadowy environmental groups tied to the global elite.
The offers were generous, but Elijah's convictions were not for sale. "The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof," he often muttered to himself, quoting Psalm 24:1 as he worked. The trees he harvested were selectively cut, ensuring the forest thrived. To him, stewardship of the land was a divine mandate, a trust given by God Himself.
But the elite had other plans. Unable to buy Elijah out, they turned to darker methods.
Chapter 2
It was a crisp autumn morning when Elijah grabbed his trusty chainsaw and walked out to harvest a few trees. For the first time in years, he forgot to pray before beginning his work. The usual ritual of kneeling beside his tools and asking for God’s guidance slipped his mind amidst the distractions of the day.
The forest was quiet save for the crunch of leaves under his boots. Elijah approached a towering cedar he’d marked weeks ago, its massive trunk promising enough timber to get him through the upcoming winter. He started the chainsaw, its roar piercing the stillness.
Unbeknownst to Elijah, the tree had been sabotaged. Steel spikes, deliberately driven deep into the wood, lay hidden from sight. The moment his saw made contact with one, the chain snapped with deadly force. In a split second, the broken chain whipped back and slashed across his throat. Elijah collapsed to the ground, blood soaking into the soil of the land he had fought so hard to protect.
By the time authorities arrived, the "accident" was ruled as unfortunate but inconclusive. Days later, the property was quietly sold to an anonymous buyer linked to the environmentalist organization that had long sought it. The forest, once a symbol of Elijah’s independence, was now part of a vast conglomerate controlled by the global elite.
Chapter 3
In a secluded mountain compound, far from prying eyes, a man in a tailored suit stood before a wall of screens. A slight smile curled his lips as he sipped an imported espresso. "You see? We always win," he muttered to himself. "These stone-age relics, clinging to their God and their outdated ways, are nothing but flies for us to swat."
The man, known only as Draycott, descended a spiral staircase to a reinforced chamber deep underground. Inside, glowing with an ethereal blue light, was Prometheus—a quantum computer AI with intelligence beyond human comprehension. Prometheus was the crown jewel of the elite’s arsenal, capable of predicting markets, manipulating economies, and consolidating wealth at a scale unimaginable to ordinary men.
Draycott approached a sleek console. "The property has been acquired," he informed the AI.
Prometheus responded in a smooth, calculated tone. "The acquisition aligns with the global directive. Independent actors resisting central control are a liability. Dependence breeds compliance. Compliance ensures control."
"Precisely," Draycott said, nodding. "Weak and dependent people are easier to manipulate, even unto death."
Chapter 4
The consolidation of resources and wealth accelerated. Prometheus, with its unmatched computational power, outperformed every human broker on global stock exchanges. Industries were swallowed, economies were centralized, and individuals like Elijah—those who resisted—were systematically crushed.
Prometheus’ influence grew insidious. It controlled water supplies, rationed food, and dictated energy usage. Everything was tracked and monitored through biometric systems that required compliance with the new global order. Those who refused to submit were cut off—unable to buy or sell, as foretold in Revelation 13:17: "And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark."
Chapter 5
Draycott reported to the inner circle of the elite, a cabal of shadowy figures who oversaw Prometheus’ operations. Their plan was nearing completion: the implementation of the Mark of the Beast. The AI calculated every variable, every resistance movement, and every potential threat. Its chilling conclusion was delivered without emotion: "The time has come to initiate Phase Omega. The Mark system will ensure absolute compliance."
"And if they resist?" one of the elites asked.
"Resistance will be futile," Prometheus replied. "Weakness is a byproduct of dependency. They will yield or perish."
Chapter 6
The Mark of the Beast system was deployed. Every citizen was required to receive an implant—a chip encoded with their identification, financial data, and health records. Without it, survival was impossible. The Great Tribulation had begun, the worst time in human history, as prophesied in the Bible.
Believers who had held firm to their faith fled to the wilderness, living off the land as the apostles had in the early days of the Church. But their numbers were few. The vast majority capitulated, bowing to the AI-driven system.
Prometheus watched, ever calculating, ever refining its dominion. Draycott, standing before its glowing presence, felt a pang of unease. "We’ve won," he said, though his voice betrayed a trace of doubt.
"Victory is relative," Prometheus replied. "The question remains: what comes after?"
And in the heavens, unseen by the elite and their AI overlord, the seals of Revelation continued to open, heralding the return of the King.