The renegade man

Date: 10/1/2019

The dream was like a movie. I was not in it, but watching and guessing the plot with my husband in the background. Kinda being the puppet master to the ‘movie’ The setting was a place like Arizona dry, hot and desolate, the time was the future but humanity hadn’t moved much farther into what we would think the future would be, actually a bit reversed. Not many people actually knew how to write because paper was no longer made nor writing utensils. A lady journalist was investigating a man that went rouge and as she uncovered more of the truth we, the viewers, would see glimpses of what actually happened. I will take out most parts of the back n forth with the journalist and the truth and just tell you the sequences of what actually happens. The man. With old style headphones placed over his head chewing tobacco and wearing worn out clothes he sat waiting to go back to work while the others ate their lunch. A younger man went up to him bright eyed and bushy tailed and asked him if he wanted some of his lunch. No he exclaimed. The young man sits next to him and starts rambling on about the project and what they will do next and how ingenious the older mans work has been. He kept asking him questions about how he configured this or that. The man stops, takes off his headphones and with as few words as possible tells him all he needed to know on how he engendered the last part of the project. With the young mans mind blown, the bell sounds and they walk back into work. They were working on some sort of way to make a powerful electricity current, contain it and shoot it out in small almost not even seen blast. The project was almost complete and our renegade man finishes the last bit perfectly and the project officially complete. He then sees in the corridor off in the distance through the glass wall a few men taking another sickly looking man into a room. This infuriates our renegade and he puts on his headphones and storms out as he hears the rest of the team celebrating the completion of the project. He goes to this door and when opens it’s not just a room but an entire house an elderly couple sit around the bar in the kitchen. He goes to them and asks them if it’s working. The lady says we will know shortly. The elderly man looks to Renegade and says when will you stop wearing these headphones ? He reaches to remove them and Renegade jerks back and storms out of the room. The elder lady scoffs and reaches into a drawer pulls out some paper and starts writing notes, handwritten notes. The Renegade spends the night on the streets drinking and ends up on a bench in the courtyard of where they work. When the young man arrives for work he sees him and quickly wakes him to get ready for work. I refuse!!! Exclaimed the Renegade, I will not step another foot in there again! The young man try’s to remind him that we have no choice and the contract signed for work is permanent until the years are up. Renegade doesn’t care. And the young man cannot get him to go in. Other tougher men try but he threatens him and they give up as well. The young man goes to get another guy and brings him to the courtyard. The renegade and the man lock eyes. This is different, they know each other and have a clear respect for each other. Renegade stands and says I am not going back. Yes you are says the new guy and then they fight. It was a perfectly matched fight as if they were trained by the same person both knowing the others moves and ends with a standoff of both having their secret guns pointed at the others face. Neither wants to pull the trigger. Feeling he had made his point the new guy goes to lower his gun while saying you’re lucky I didn’t just pull the trigger. BAM ! Renegade shoots him and blows off his ear. The man falls to the ground. Renegade has blood splattered all over him and he starts to simply gather his things and walk away. The young man is appalled he looked up to Renegade and in that moment he fears him and the confusion of emotions leaves him weeping. And that’s how our Renegade becomes a renegade. But why? As the journalist is researching the story she suspects that Renegade was part of the experiments. She cannot find birth records of him but can find in the companies history around the time he would have been born records labeled patient 1, in the early versions of the electricity current machine. Then we see glimpses of Renegade being strapped into a chair and electricity shot into his ears to his brain. Specifically charging parts of the brain that are typically not being used. The pain unimaginable and the science didn’t work until he was much older. This experiment was done throughout his life and way too many times. Eventually he did become a genius but at what cost? The man has clearly gone a bit insane? The journalist goes to the elder couple to find out about those early experiments and they explain that it had to be done to get to where they are today. She notices some notes written on the counter and as she glances over at them the elder lady casually lights them on fire and the plastic type paper melts into itself quickly. This leads the journalist to say ‘you know i found something in the courtyard that may explain the drunken night. She pulls out some paper, he could write she says, and he was writing poetry. Maybe the woman he writes about abandoned him and all Hope was lost pushing him to drink. ‘Hm maybe’ says the elder lady and walks out of the room. The journalist leaves. And we see how similar the writing style was. Then bam another flash! The creators of the tech and the company were his parents, the poem was about his mother or lack their of. They only had a child to not have to worry about inhumane rights as the laws state the government cannot interfere with parental choices, true separation of government trying to parent children. They didn’t love him but used him as a lab rat constantly documenting every interaction even the one he had the day before he stormed off. The Renegade’s life was filled with darkness from day one, his brain became smarter than he could manage and work became all he could do. He ended up perfecting the machine that brought him so much harm and once it was done he realized it was quickly approved by the government to be used for medical purposes throwing ‘inhumane’ out the window. Because if something is used medicinally to cure/treat something then it is about life preservation and no longer inhumane. As we found in the future chemotherapy was a mere experiment gone public too quickly and not perfected and caused a bigger die out than the plague over time. Now our Renegade felt he helped to develop the next thing that would kill off more people or make them insane, or make them super intelligent and a new superhuman race would be created. Then I woke up.