Sleeper Agent Universal

Date: 4/25/2026

I was tooling around, visiting places. I was traveling and eating good food. But I made an error. I was lowkey investigating some stuff, stumbled into a huge crime organization. Aliens I think. They came here and began surveillance. At first, years before this moment, it began as like... Overt government surveillance of the pubic. Then it became planetary. They managed to make a worldwide system that watched everyone. Cameras were drilled into holes in trees, but those cameras were on a network, that went everywhere. This I think was back in the 90s. (You could tell by the clothes everyone wore.) It seemed radical. And horrific. I was sleeping on a friends couch. I visited a mall and shopped around. Got some food. Someone spilled her food in my drink and promised me a new one but never delivered. And then... Something happened I can't quite remember. I was investigating somehwhere and... I woke up. Not wake from the dream but I woke the fuck up. Like I saw everything. I had been someone before. I was.. This person who woke up sometimes. She was like a sleeper agent. But not, only working for herself, she had a bank in the world we were in, Earth that had 30 mil in it when she last saw it. Then It was 300mil when I ( just woke up) checked. Anyway, she was a badass. Moving, chasing, always being something new and a good little fighter. She felt old to me. Like Egyptian old, but even that was like a stop she made. She was born much older before. Thousands of years before. And she'd wake up sometimes, be in a different body or time, like reincarnation but secret sleeper hidden inside each time. She had magic too, sorta. When I say I woke up. I mean I saw this... Green field. But matrix like. Where reality sat on. Earth was sitting on it in hologram form. It was a green hologram field in space. And I saw a tree and went to it and went back to earth. I could push a button on a "world console" I kept hidden in my secret bank place, or a computer connected to it. I had some, tendrils over the planet, they looked like tree roots. Anyway I pushed a button and I could be anywhere I'd ever been before, in any lifetime. So I was on the phone with my... Idk FBI agency. I was telling by friend and boss all about it. He was concerned I was a compromised agent and I tried to explain I was a sleeper agent for myself. Not some company. It was personal. She woke up and she was me. She cared about what I cared about. I just had more information is all. But he demanded I get on a plane right then. So I used that button and showed up in his office. He stared at me in shock. Then- I don't remember but we were back on the phone and then reality went wonky. I had lost the aliens (I was investigating) when they went back in time attempting to trap me. I assumed they would hide there and come out, like a rabbit burrow and wasn't impressed. Instead, they changed the timeline. and suddenly, mid conversation he was telling me, laughing mind you, that our Agency didn't exist. It didn't exist. I saw as that happened... He changed. Far away in his office he went from a type of FBI to a coportate office desk jockey. Not high up in the company either, given his dank suit. Went from Armani to ...thrift store. And my life changed. Moved. Suddenly I was in high school or college and dressed in awful pastels and fatter. And in love with someone and obsessed with it. Unrequited. I had a thought - that this was just like my book. Time rewrites. - then I forgot everything. -------- I went on about my day. I stopped off in the therapists office to mostly troll her. We exchanged outfits and she lived in the office, had a door in the bench that led to her apartment. I summaged around in it and got her doctors gear and sat in her seat and she sat in the patients seat. This seemed normal. She was used to me trolling her. This version of the timeline had tech that wsd amazing too, but not as prevalent. Not everyone had access to it. But she wanted to use this machine on my eye that helped me. "Helped" it rewrote the eyes to not see the pain or something anymore. It worked on tears so it was called a Tear device of some sort. Anyway I had objected last time as I hated it. And I bid her to use it. She tried it ( to convince me) and it literally made her skin wobble around like jello. She said after it was over it was uncomfortable and she could see why I didn't want to use it. But I could tell she was about to give her same old speil about overcoming. So I made up something - maybe it was real, I used real distractions that was my new personality - and then she left. And I was left alone with her machine. I used my own, standard issue for all students. It was how we did our homework. Less like a cell phone - similar in concept how everyone had one and uses it for work - but it was a ...triangle on a stick. But a solid mold. Like holding up a thick short hockey puck made of indrustrial heavy duty plastic. It's point could hack into tech, as it was supposed to "write' into our notebooks and such. And I hacked it to make her machine shrink me. I wanted to learn to shrink. ----- Later. I was listening to a song about someone who lost her love. In the recording, left in the released track, she broke down weeping. Sobbing gutteral sobs. Everyone who was a fan of this artist knew it was real. She had been in love and that love died. In a car accident I think. It was heartbreaking. So much it woke me up. I literally thought there was sobbing on the recording I was listening to. But it was just soothing sleep music. I did have a strong urge to check the obits if an ex.