The Last Transmission
The Last Transmission
Chapter 1: The Mouth Speaks
It was a night of strange static on the airwaves. The usual hum of broadcast equipment in Alexs underground studio mixed with the sound of his fingers drumming anxiously on the desk. For a man who had once declared himself the voice of the resistance—a modern John Connor, rallying the people against the encroaching tyranny—the words he had just spoken lingered in the stale air like poison.
"If you are receiving this transmission, you are the media now."
He whispered it again, softly, as if testing how much of himself he had just surrendered. The weight of those words was suffocating. He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the dim fluorescent light flickering overhead.
"The mouth speaketh what the heart is full of," he muttered, recalling the scripture from the Gospel of Matthew. His heart was no longer filled with resistance—it was filled with something else. Fear, debt, survival.
He had resisted for so long. But the resistance had cost him everything: his father’s business crumbled, his own network facing bankruptcy, and the billion-dollar lawsuits that loomed over him like the final trumpets of judgment. His wife had warned him this would happen, but she wasn’t a prophet; she was just someone who took long phone calls from Donald Trump.
Chapter 2: The Puppet Strings
Mattias sat in his dimly lit apartment, surrounded by the familiar clutter of books, papers, and the hum of his shortwave radio. A Christian man and staunch believer in the King James Bible, he had followed Alex Jones for years. Mattias had once seen Alex as a man of fire, standing against the world system—a voice like Elijah calling down the fire of truth on a corrupt world.
But something had shifted. He could feel it. He had tuned into Jones latest broadcast, hoping to hear the raw energy of the man who once exposed technocratic schemes and warned of transhumanist agendas. Instead, he heard a man subdued, beaten.
"You are the media now," Jones had said.
Mattias shook his head. The resistance has become the media. The fire has become smoke.
He flipped through the Bible on his desk, pausing at the verse he had memorized long ago: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. (Matthew 6:21) He could see the treasure Jones had chased—fame, fortune, and now survival within the system. Musk, Trump, and the technocrats had led him into a corner, and Jones had taken the bait.
Chapter 3: The Strings Tighten
Alex stared at his phone, the glow of missed messages reflecting off his weary eyes. His wife had just finished another long call with Trump. Alex had tried to listen in once, but the conversation was cryptic, like something between friends who shared a secret language he wasn’t privy to.
"You have to work with them, his wife had said after the last call. You can’t fight them forever. They have the power to destroy you or protect you. Choose wisely.
And then there was Musk. The man who had risen like a god in the eyes of populists, promising free speech but silencing those who criticized him too harshly—like Mike Adams. Adams had warned everyone about Musk and the technocratic agenda, but Alex hadn’t listened. He thought Musk could be controlled, but Musk had turned the tables.
"Musk demands positivity, Alex whispered. No dissent, no negativity. And I need him. I need the platforms. Without them, I’m nothing.
Chapter 4: The Collapse
Mattias had turned off the broadcast, unable to stomach more of Alex’s new rhetoric. He pulled out a notebook and began jotting down his thoughts: We cannot trust technocrats. The beast system uses their platforms to deceive and control.
He had noticed how Alex no longer mentioned the dangers of AI or transhumanism. There was no talk of Musk’s Neuralink or the digital prison being built around humanity. Instead, Alex promoted products, played it safe, and urged his followers to share his broadcasts like obedient media cogs.
Mattias felt a pang of grief. "He’s left us, he said to himself. "He’s left the resistance."
He picked up his King James Bible, turning to the passage that had been a source of comfort since childhood:
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. (Matthew 24:12)
Chapter 5: The Great Tribulation
The world outside was unraveling. Economic collapses, pandemics, wars, and rumors of wars. The cities burned, the skies filled with strange omens, and governments cracked down on dissidents. Those who had once resisted were now either silenced or co-opted.
Mattias could see the signs. The Great Tribulation had begun.
He flipped through the pages of Revelation, stopping at the verse that sent chills down his spine every time he read it:
For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be. (Matthew 24:21)
In the distance, he could hear the hum of drones patrolling the streets, scanning for any signs of unrest. His radio crackled with static, then a familiar voice broke through.
"If you are receiving this transmission, you are the media now."
Mattias shook his head, his heart heavy. No, Alex. We were meant to be the resistance. But you chose the media.
He closed his Bible and knelt beside his bed, praying for strength. As the world around him spiraled into chaos, he knew that the true resistance wasn’t about broadcasting messages or playing the media’s game. It was about staying faithful to the truth, even when the world demanded compromise.
Epilogue
Alex Jones sat in his empty studio, staring at the blank screens in front of him. His phone buzzed, another call from his wife. He ignored it. The weight of betrayal—of himself, of his audience, of the truth—was suffocating.
In the darkness, he muttered to himself, "I just wanted to survive."
But survival had come at a price.
The drones outside whirred past his window, and the world continued its descent into the Great Tribulation. For Alex, there was no turning back.
For Mattias, the resistance lived on.