"I'm awake to see it"

[TomJason]

(NOTE: RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE WHO HAD FINISHED CARAVANEER 1 AND CURRENTLY PARTICIPATING TO IT'S SEQUEL IN ALPHA)

Recommended for those who are ages 15+, kindly throw your child right next to you through the window, thank you. (jk, but seriously though, only ages 15+)

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I'm awake to see it

Author: Tom Jason

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NOTICE: This book is an incomplete prototype, and is not published, but is copyrighted 2013. The person who is reading this book could promote it on any website or social media. However, he/she could not duplicate it for revision.

ABOUT: This book is about the family of Leete. This paradox shows if Paul Leete didn’t join the army which he didn’t get enlisted, to Hypernate for 4 centuries.
Hypernate is a term used for sleeping for 4-10 centuries. The only way to Hypernate is either buy the ticket from the “Tomorrow Company” or the company itself will enlist.
People in the Government-powered structures that could be only enlisted are:
• Advanced Hospitals
• Strongest Military Companies or Camps (Including Air force and the Navy)
• Advanced Research Facilities

People that could be only enlisted are:
• Geniuses (not ironically)
• One of the fittest persons in the world
• V.I.P’s
• Co-workers of the company itself

The setting of this story takes place around Eurasia, in the year 2291, where colonization and expanding are in effect, global catastrophe takes place without the nations teaming up on each other in Eurasia.

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Intro
Time's running out...
Leave me... it's okay...
Just because I'm cripple, it doesn't mean that I'll need to be helped at all times
It's alright...

I know that...
But assisting others for my cause wouldn't do any harm...
Come on... I trust you now...

-Andrew Chapter 5.5

My name is Paul Andrew V. Leete (Le-ae) I am an American-Deutsch living near Europe, somewhere in the middle-east. Anyways, this is how my story started.

Chapter 1 “Departure”

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So it all started when I was living in Archiyu, Parchu, Eurasia, Between Russia and Kazakhstan. At the year 2291, the decade of suffering as they say.

The whole Eurasia’s falling apart because of this damn war.

Asians at the middle-east (Or somewhere around the middle-east) formed these groups of caravans either for their compassion towards their needy countrymen or for their compassion towards greed.

Around central Asia, Kazakhstan, Parchu, Genagh, and Veichn; they formed groups and clans, alliances that could destroy economy or vice-versa.

Growing in numbers since last decade, they’ve decided to spread around the desert either to raid, terrorize, or to torment travelers or villagers.

And wars, to expand their power or their race; right now, the whole Eurasia’s at war, from petty countries and races, to powerful alliances with others.

Right now, we have a huge problem; we’re pinned underneath the war of Parchu against the Genaghs, Spending the rest of my days scavenging instead of having a real job.

So anyways, the town's pretty empty due to the dangers of being attacked and the shitty economy. Every week, a caravan or two would visit the town to sell some supplies to us. Jesus, I still remember when the whole town starved and when the caravan came and packed up for sales at the market, people got crazy like it's black Friday which is a term people use for shopping stampede. Anyways, the caravan that often comes around here is Mahkararov's. He would sometime stop by and talk to the people. He would even play his rugged guitar and invite people to have fun and dance. However, he told me that I'm his closest friend around this ragetty wasteland.
14 August 2291, I came back from scavenging either supplies or equipment that was left in the desert.

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Long story short, I hid from the Hergosa Race (A very petty race, yet lethal) and after they left, I found a luger hidden underneath a deserted caravan. The gun seems pretty valuable, especially when it's labeled "French-American product" on the barrel. So I'm at home again, where I could listen to my papa's stories, which I never get tired of listening to. It might sound weird that a 17 yr. old that likes story-telling with his father's stories but yeah.
5:14 PM, I went to buy some desert rice at the market. Unfortunately, the market's closed "What?" how come the market's closed? The market here had never been closed, what the heck? And then out of the blue, Cheero has surprised me from a dark corner.

I said "Jesus, Cheero. You blasted my fucking testicles off, for fuck sakes"
Cheero said "Hey, chill, no need to swear like that, you jerk."
"I'm sorry; I'm just very tired 'ya know? I'm tense, man" I said.
"Whatever..." and he tossed me a sack of potatoes
"It's still fresh by the way" He said.
I thanked him. I told him that would he mind telling me why the market is closed?
He told me that the officer told him that it's under some kind of maintenance
"But what about the civilians?" I said.
"The governor's selling the goods near the town hall" He said. “Okay, thanks... but what's this about the potatoes and shit?" I told him.
"Oh, I knew you would buy those potatoes from the market, so I went and buy it for you, because you know, place's overcrowded, and I'm the soon to be son-in-law of the Colonel" He said.
"Whoa shit man, you really hooked up with Bhaya?" I told him.
"The hell I did, I love her, man." He said.

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I told him “alright”
"Hey, where's the fee? Oh and uh by the way there's friend's discount, I'm lowering the price, down by 10% so the potatoes would be W20" He said.
I gave him the 20W "where's the extra W10?" He said. I told him what does he mean? "Hey, it isn't so easy to acquire those, and plus, those are the last" He told me.
“What? Dude, THE FEE'S JUST LIKE BUYING THE POTATOES FOR ITS ORIGINAL PRICE! You could've just told me that” I yelled.
"Yeah, but where's the fun of fooling you if I told you?" Cheero said. I left him with a "whatever” and went back home.

15 August 2291, I was startled by a swift bang outside. I woke. I rushed and slipped on the floor, I went downstairs and to my relief, my papa's okay. I asked him: "is it the Maukaidi's again?" he replied with a nod.

So I picked up my suit and went.

10:03 AM, 3 families weren't so lucky after the incident. The others were crushed beneath their homes while having lunch. Others were hit by flying debris due to the explosion, making debris fly off from the blast radius and the unluckiest were the ones who got bombed clean off. And I've found out that one of the families that were killed were the Sanchez’s, Fathom Sanchez’s a poor bastard. Most of the residents pillaged what was left inside the family homes that got killed because the police didn't came quickly to act. I picked up Fathom's baggage and right after that, the officers came.

Then, I went back home and saw my father fixing and rustling our stuff and said "We're leaving son, c'mon help me with these things!" I've convinced him that we should stay.

[TomJason]

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"There are lots of towns and districts getting pillaged worse than ours" I said.
"Don't be ridiculous, ours are getting worse by day" Jevon (Papa) said, and went back packing "Papa, PAPA! PAPA!" I said. As I struggle to convince him. "Think about this, we might get killed out there" I told him.
"Don't be such a Heyru, we're going to get escorts and we'll leave first thing in the morning" Papa said.
"Papa, we couldn't afford to buy a donkey, we couldn't afford to buy a horse. What makes you think we could even afford escorts?" I told him.
Papa grabbed my wrist and said "If I say we leave, we leave… Please son, back me up on this, I'm sick and tired of working here, there are less folks to talk to. I know that you're having a blast but, how about your papa? Don't you pity my life? All I ask for is security, please I beg you... All these time I support you for your decisions, and why aren’t you supporting me for this one, huh?” I removed his hands off of me and stared through the window.
"Okay... we'll leave as soon as Mahkararov's back, he told me he would visit again... but I’m afraid we have to wait.” I said.
"Thank you for your understanding" He said.
I went outside that evening… thinking on the risks which we’ll encounter along the way.
What if we got attack during our departure? I’m so not ready to pass… and so does my father. I can’t think of anything else that will make my decision clear.
And then, Cheero popped out of nowhere.
“You look blue, what’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“Cheerlichivich, what brings you out here?” I replied.
“I’m in trouble, so does my family. Even though Bhayelene’s father is a veteran officer, they couldn’t do a damn thing about the Exchange” He said.
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“Exchange?” I asked.
“Yes, our Parchonian government had decided to draft for those who are capable of fighting; Boxers, lumberjacks, smiths, athletes and all sorts of profession that requires high stamina, endurance, and strength are to be enlisted towards the Parchu army” He replied.
“So what are the odds of you getting drafted? I mean, you could just fake it, you know” I said.
“Yeah, well, my brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut about me being an athlete; the government will check our birth certificates and medical records, so… I may not be safe” He said.
“Well the chances are low, since this country has lots of men who are experienced mercenaries, warriors, ‘masculine’ and ‘manly’ I’m sure that they’ll put you in the ‘Z-list’ for being a standard athlete” I said.
“You really think so?” He asked.
“Why of course” I replied.
“… Wait, you dodged my question earlier, why are you on the sidewalk being all blue-ish?” He asked.
“Papa said he wanted to leave this place, but… I doubt we’ll go across the desert safely” I replied.
“I reckon that the bandits are cleared by now, probably being a ‘prisoner of war’ or something; hey, don’t worry about a thing” He said.
“I highly doubt that, because earlier I almost got caught by those Hergosians” I said.
“Oh, those animals? Please, they get startled and scared easily, they might be hiding by now. I mean, they even get scared on their own shadows, what harm could they do? Shank you; is that what you’re afraid of?” He said.
“It’s not that… you wouldn’t understand anyway” I said.
“Oh… relax, chap. You’ll be alright, I mean your odds are better than mine, if it makes you feel any better” He said.

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“Man, if I were at your place, I wouldn’t worry about Papa. I mean, he gets sick constantly, and if anything, the government will take care of him” I said.
“No it isn’t okay, I mean think about it, a draftee, an inexperienced guy, only armed with a gun and a uniform, while others doesn’t have to worry about getting shot with their damn armour! And all night you’d be worried about creepy crawlies in your sleeping bag, and when it rains, you’ll have to change socks, and… and it’s suffering you know?” He said.
“Whatever” I said.
“What I want… all of these are over. It’s stated that it could be longer than the battle of the Netherlands and the Sicilians. I want this to end quickly” He said.
“Man… I feel you” I said.
“We barely have money… we can’t move on unless if I enlist, but I can’t do it… I’m not strong nor brave enough… I want to take care of my aunty, she’s sick as your father. Always getting lots of sickness… If I leave her, she would die, and I would die because of the draft” He said.
“Like I’ve said, don’t worry about it, as your childhood friend, I’ve never been so faithful towards the race that you’ve started. And believe me, you have lots of things to do, you have so much to live for” I said.
Cheero grinned at me for a moment.
As he hugged me, he thanked me.
The dusk went on by, bring dawn forward.
By the next day, 16th August, 2291
I slept right on the sidewalk pavement.
I heard Cheero shouting in a distance
I ran towards the direction where I heard his voice
At the corner of my eye, the military truck got my attention. And then I saw Cheero.

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“LET GO, DAMMIT!” He yelled.
“PAUL, TELL THEM I’M NO GOOD” He yelled.
I calmly told the officer that he was no good.
“Sir, he’s not in a good condition, he has a weak heart and can barely run across the desert” I said.
“Sonny, the others had stroke, the others had pneumonia, and clearly this certificate tells that HE’S GOOD TO GO” as he pointed it repeatedly.
“Now get your hands off of me, I need him to fight for our country” He said.
“Please I’m begging you, you only meet him at this moment, you barely know him, and I know him a long time now, he had been passing out because of his conditions, and this certificate clearly states that it has been published for half a decade now, and recently had so little of his riches to state that he has an unstable condition” I said.
The officer stood in silence.
“Do I look like I’m a wolf in a sheep’s costume?” I asked.
“But what am I supposed to do? I came here to escort civilians into a better place away from this war and to enlist this guy, and I’m done escorting civilians”
I glanced towards Cheero and his aunty for a while, thinking I could do something about them.
And so I have.
I represented the officer the Luger that I’ve found
“For an exchange for his enlistment, I offer you this Luger to take them somewhere safe” I said.
“This… is impossible… How... how did you manage to get this gun? This… could make a fortune” The officer said in a fascinated tone.
“So we’re agreed then? Take them to the relocation site, and be on our way” I said.
“Okay, I’ll be right back for you, I’m giving you ¼ of an hour to pack your stuff and leave” The officer said, as left with his jeep.

[TomJason]

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He hugged me and said “Thank you… I know that there are lots of things that you did for me… and I’m sorry for that… I’m sorry for using you all the time, I feel so selfish, you know? And this is the greatest gift that you represented to me…”
“… Hey… it’s okay, everything I did for you was worth it. I mean that’s what we do, you… we look out for each other… and that’s the loan that you’ve already paid.” I said.
He thanked me.
“Both of us are going to be okay, we’re the luckiest, yeah?” He said. I told him we are.
I gave him a hug for the last time.
3:19 PM As Mahkararov's truck pulled over, he got confused on why the market's closed and why the town was deserted. I told him everything that had happened. He went back to his van, I told him to stop and he did. I told him I need a ride towards a safe district or town. He nodded and told me to pack up.
5:03 PM we left, to start a new life... As we left town he murmured:
In everyday of my life
I'm always left alone for a while, nothing but dust and screams
Abode is a prison in which I've been trapped inside for years
And then I've realized that even though it makes me scared and insane
It's the reason why I'm even alive today
And my new prison is insecurity and doubt
For every dusk that has passed
I've been told not to look back--
--But to chase thy morrow.

After that brief moment we head towards north for a month, at least my father knows it’s safe. Mahkararov or Mike asked us about a couple of questions regarding Archiyu.

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“Is that town always in trouble?” he said.
“As usual, we couldn’t sleep with our eyes close, Right, dad?” I said.
He didn’t reply. I stared back through the window; Mike asked us a question again.
“Would you rather have this kind of situation?” he said.
I replied with a shrug, while my father didn’t reply. “I used to be like in this kind of situation. My old village had been in a huge trouble between the neighboring villages. But the problem is 1 village versus 3 villages, the people on those village said it’s theirs to take. I told myself, are you fucking kidding me? By the next day we left, because we don’t want any fucking trouble. So yeah, long story short I followed my father’s footsteps and became a Caravaneer.” Mike said.
I replied “That sounds wonderful”
“You know I would like to have a break from this career for a while It” Before he could finish his whole sentence, I, We heard gunshots around front. Mike told me to stay put with my father, and gave me pistol, with only a few amount of ammunition. As they fought on against the raiders or fighters, I spoke to papa about what we should do once we have arrived at north. He told me that we both are gonna start with an engineering stand and build a farm. But first things first, he said. He told me that we’re gonna live at his friend’s house for a while. Her name’s Taiyo, she used to take engineering class with him.

I told him if he got close with her. He told me that they never even got to get in touch after they graduated. The last time they’ve talked is back at the summer of 80’.

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“But I’m sure we’re still good, despite the lack of communication.” He said.
And then, the gunshots stopped. A dreadful silence broke on the fields. One of mike’s men walked out of the van that we’re sitting in.
But to only get shot by a Caliber from a few feet away. I peeked through the fortified window, and saw that guy kneeling, and then he slightly tilted his head upward and ran. I grabbed one of the 3x3 optics from the crate labeled “upgrades” I zoomed in. Damn that guy’s a Nut job; he ran towards the heavily armed raiders and exploded. I told him that maybe... Just maybe… That guy’s armed with a C4 strapped on his back or something. I peeked through the optics again. And found Mike beating up a raider and tied something on the raider’s neck. And its head just fell off. After a while, Mike went back to his van, the van that we’re sitting in at. I told him why he had killed himself. His voice was shaky and upset
“I-I talked to him… but I never knew that he’ll do it. I saw him… just getting shot near the shoulder area. We could still save him. But I-I… I never knew that he’ll do it.”
I have nothing else to do but to condolence Mike from what happened. But then I realized, what about that guy’s grave? I told him. He told me that he wanted to die that way. Without any burial because of that guy’s belief of being “part of the nature” And I told myself that guy must be on a long-term drug addiction. I looked towards the crates. And found a picture frame, with Mike and that guy. I was shocked that guy was actually his childhood friend.

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I felt so bad from him losing his bestest friend. And I felt ashamed to think that the guy’s on drugs, we have our own ways so… I guess that sounds okay to end his story like that.
I would too feel bad if that would happen. So I returned the picture frame, and to find a document that is labeled “Deceased” I checked the document and found most of Mike’s friends are dead. I found out that is one of his friends because next to his/her profile were a picture with mike and him/her. I returned everything where it should be.
I looked towards Mike and told him “You lost almost everything already, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay; I still have my love back home and one of my buddies back at campus too. But I wish that bad things wouldn’t occur more often. I’m all alone now with them and you. And damn sure I ain’t going let anything happen to you” He said. I thanked him and I continued looking through the window.
PM 7:18 we parked right next to an abandoned warehouse. It seems to be that this warehouse had been buried by sand for years. I told him why do we have to camp in there? He told me that it’s safe and it holds barrels of crude oil. “So your cars are powered by crude oil?” I said. “That’s silly; we have our own chemist to convert oil into petrol. But it will take time, so we decided to camp here” He said.
Mike and one of his men took point inside the warehouse, while my dad and I are right behind them. Others went at the rooftop for openings. Turns out the people within the warehouse are long gone. So we camped inside.

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Moments later Mike’s chemist Introduced Himself to my dad and I, He told us that his name’s Triple D, which stands for Duk Dok Dunso. He told us that we should just call him Dave.
Afterwards, he performed his chemistry with the Oil and other higgery. Then my Dad and I took a nice spot to sleep on.

16 August 2291 we started our morning by eating bread made out of desert wheat, and drinking Urchan tea Instead of drinking coffee and some shit. Anyways, after that unsatisfying breakfast the caravan went towards our destination.
4:19 PM we finally reached our destination, Al Cachu. High security, Good economy, and most of all, Papa could have someone to talk to. (Because this town’s full of old people)
Before we could drop off, Mike told us to be more careful, especially that we’re new. He left us with a sack of potatoes and a hug. He told us that he’ll come back once he got to those other 3 towns that are desperate in supplies.
So we went to the city hall, and published our Identity. Afterwards, we lived with papa’s friend, Taiyo.

[TomJason]

For those who want to see the full thing, well you're out of luck
Actually, it's W.I.P
And it's body doesn't look like this at all (Seriously, I don't know what happened there OnO)
Looks better under wordpad and Microsoft office (By reading this, I guess you're already bored to death, or it looks like glass and you're stabbing yourself with it)

The only thing I need is your kind support to the novel.

Thanks for reading this.

[TomJason]

Also, the polished version is done but not released yet.
It'll be posted on Facebook, I kindly need some support on this one.

Thanks again for reading, happy reading!

[Aeropostal33]

What would be the ultimate Goal aimed at the person reading this Book. Though I find it fun to read I lost interest after the fist few chapters because I didn't know where it was takeing me. Perhaps you should include a Table of Context so I am directed before hand where I am being lead and I have a better Idea of what I should expect to know after I am reading it, and I have a better Idea of if it is worth my time to read it.

[Krash17]

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Author: Tom Jason

Hey Tom, hope you don't mind if I give you a little feedback.

There are a lot of good ideas here. I'm interested to know more about how the future got this way, it seems like things have degenerated to almost a tribal level in this area (correct me if I'm wrong). Your format is a little weird, all the page numbers breaking everything up is really distracting. I would have liked to see more descriptions; there was a ton of dialogue in this, but it all felt very narrow. With a few exceptions I feel like I was looking at a character in the face, talking to them, with total tunnel vision.

I would really like to see this world expanded with more detail and to have the format polished up, correct some spelling and grammar errors. If you have a finished product at some point and would like some help editing for spelling and grammar, I'd be happy to help. There is a group some folks are putting together here on NG, trying to get writers to collaborate and give each other ideas, provide critiques and advice to one another, and give us projects to work on. You should check them out, and if you decide to join, tell them I sent you. Hope to see you there, and good luck!

Check us out here, we'd be happy to work with you.

-Krash, WNG

[TomJason]

At 5/25/14 11:43 AM, Krash17 wrote:

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I'm awake to see it

Author: Tom Jason

Hey Tom, hope you don't mind if I give you a little feedback.

There are a lot of good ideas here. I'm interested to know more about how the future got this way, it seems like things have degenerated to almost a tribal level in this area (correct me if I'm wrong). Your format is a little weird, all the page numbers breaking everything up is really distracting. I would have liked to see more descriptions; there was a ton of dialogue in this, but it all felt very narrow. With a few exceptions I feel like I was looking at a character in the face, talking to them, with total tunnel vision.

I would really like to see this world expanded with more detail and to have the format polished up, correct some spelling and grammar errors. If you have a finished product at some point and would like some help editing for spelling and grammar, I'd be happy to help. There is a group some folks are putting together here on NG, trying to get writers to collaborate and give each other ideas, provide critiques and advice to one another, and give us projects to work on. You should check them out, and if you decide to join, tell them I sent you. Hope to see you there, and good luck!

Check us out here, we'd be happy to work with you.

-Krash, WNG

Yes I know, the format is fragmented and it doesn't matter at this point; it's the story that matters. Note, the story shares the same world as Caravaneer, that's why it is highly recommended to finish (Or at least experienced) the game and why it is divided into ethnic groups. And yes, some protagonists are unimaginable for a moment, and it's because I'm focusing on the story.

But anywho, thank you for the feedback, you really lightened my vault a little and gave me a little idea on the story; so thank you.