Miranda

This story, is about a person, a person named Miranda, i shall not write an essay, because everything, will be found in the story.

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1. Kepler.

The air was nice and warm, Miranda felt his skin getting soaked, and this was something he was not used to have this happen. Miranda kept his closure though, and continued walking down the streets of Paris, he was determined to get to Notrê Dam, although he had seen it earlier on his trip to France.

Before we get deeper into the story of Miranda, I shall take this moment to fill you in with a minority of facts about Miranda, this shall happen once a while, but do me a favor, and don’t look out of these, it’s just going to take your mind of the story, thanks , and enjoy.

Miranda thought back on the day before this day, it felt so much more.., happy, he wasn’t able to think of any previous days before that one, not after what happened that one time, never again.

Miranda was once a teacher in the schools of New Santos, which is a minor state in Brazil, that’s is owned by the British government, everybody in that state speaks English, he went around to schools like, Peveliê alos Navas, the school with the best overall students, with the best grades.

Miranda took a side step from his usual walking route, he felt like he was being watched, but who would want to watch him, he thought to himself.

He had depression problems, because of recent activities; this often results in him having a “blackout” and passes out on wherever he is in this sort of moment. Miranda was one day so depressed that he hurt himself.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

All play, no fun, that makes MIRANDA a doll boy.

 

“I found Miranda sitting in front of his desk, face down on the surface of the table, and making weird moans, he had me worr-“ she stopped talking as he and her heard loud slap noises, and banging, they were not the only ones who noticed this unusual noises.

The woman hold her shoulder as he and she approached the door with careful steps, the whole rest of the floor was watching in interest from their usual job.

She mumbled at him, stuff that I could not hear, and it would be rather awkward to ask what they were mumbling about, but he hold off.

Soon enough, the man took hold of the doors handle and turned it 90 degrees to get the door to unlock, but as soon as he did that, the door slammed open, and the man was send trembling backwards. The woman released a large scream as the unexpected happened, the man died, the woman’s scream turned into something cruel, something frightening, she turned her head around without the rest of the body and asked, “Want to see my head come off?” as soon as the words came out, I took notice that she were specifically looking at me, her pupils were red, but the rest of her eye, black.

I tried looking behind the thing, to look after Miranda, but he couldn’t really get a good glance of his office, he then turned his head to the rest of the floor, noticing that everybody was static, flickering like an old television that was broken, or had no signal. This freaked me out, but at the same time captured my interest, “Now, wouldn’t this make for an amazing blockbuster movie!” I said to myself as the figures started to surround me, “It would have been great.” I said to myself before getting overwhelmed by the figures.

Miranda... … ……. …… …

I saw myself lying mangled op like a freak ragdoll corpse, a pool of blood surrounding bellow my body, soaking my white suit, making me look like I just murdered someone, oh well.

I thought back to times like when I defeated my brother in a game of chess, oh the times, he got so angry that he said he wanted to murder me.

“You cheater!” he yelled, “How can I play with you, if you’re going to cheat!” I ended his sentence , I didn’t listen as I was moving his bricks around for me to get a clear path to his queen, and king.

“Mom! … is cheating!” he yelled standing at the door way to the living room, I lifted my head and scanned the room, nobody was in here. I took a gander at the door, the kid was gone, ”Where did he go?” I thought to myself as I moved my night pour to the queen’s spot, checkmate.

Miranda took steps down the cobblestone stairs to his neat car, the was just washed, he opened the door, and entered the vehicle.

The car turned easily around the corners, glancing at the upcoming traffic, I started driving on the lan-

As soon as that was said, Miranda’s car was struck by another, and he banged his head on the window, crushing his head, scarring his brain.

“This is all very peculiar” I said, while scratching my beard, “All very peculiar” my train of thought went around on how a body could be set in that sort of way, I thought back to school, and the skeletons. “Yeah, well, I’m surprised he is even breathing” “He is alive!” I said shocked, “Yep, his heart is still beating averagely” she said, “Wow, wow, wow.” I said sounding like I couldn’t breathe. “You sound surprised, Desmond” 

 “How could you not be surprised?!” I said, she held my shoulder, I took a gander at her finger, they were so soft looking, I wanted to touch them, but snapped out of it. “Well, what now?” she said with her other hand on her mouth. “Well, we call the ambulance” “No, no why would we do that?” “Why would we not? He is obviously still alive, after the results of your test?” I said wondering why she was acting this way, Jesus, he needed to get to a hospital a.s.a.p. “Well, we could stay and finish his work.” “What?” I said with conspiracies running through my head, what work has been done here other than a grim sort of torture?

“You obviously don’t know who this is, do you Desmond?” “The Condalonies former president?” “You’re goddamn right, Desmond” – “Really? For real? – You aren’t playing or anything?” “Do you think I would joke about a masterpiece like this, Desmond?” A tear rolled down her chin as she glanced upon the mangled body.

Earlier that day…

“You people are unbelievable! Don’t you know how to drive you crazy witch!” I yelled at the woman who had crashed upon my car, “You are in this, as much as I am mister! I am not the only guilty one here” she said with a cringing voice, she sounded like a child that was about to cry. When I took at look at her face she would either look away, or make a threating position, she was on her phone, calling 911 or something, I didn’t care. “Hello? Woman? Could you pay attention to the damage you did?”  the crash scene was being surrounded by the static people, making their headache worthy sounds, they did not make the situation any better.

“Mister, I really got to go, you can just be happy that you didn’t get severely injured” she ended her sentence as she opened the door to her car, sat down and drew off.

Later I arrived at work, averagely late, “Late again, Mister Desmond” she said as she pointed at her watch, “Yeah, about that, I got into a crash, some crazy wo-“ “I really don’t want to hear your excuse, just get to your desk, and start working, Miranda has put your files for today there” Miranda?  What happened to Callijon? I tasted the word “Miranda” reminded me of a soft drink, mirinda, “Excuse me, miss?” she turned around and lifted an eyebrow giving me allowance to ask her a question, “Sorry for me asking, but who is Miranda?” she sighed, and coughed then started speaking “You’re probably wondering where Mr. Rodrigo is right?” I knotted, “Callijon was nice you know, I liked him, believe me in that Desmond” she said, “I believe you” she turned around, that was a sign that the discussion was over.

I was lying in my bed, wondering what she meant about her liking him, did she murder him. Or get rid of him? Send him to another work factory, or another company? The thoughts went around my head like a train on tracks, each wagon was a new thought, and they kept coming. Next morning there was no problems, the static people was in their ordinary positions, making their annoying noises as usual.

But I noticed a familiar static person, it was Callijon, I felt like stopping up and bringing him to the non-static world, but gave up on the thought. I remember back to the day when all the static people weren’t there, those days were great, you could relax In your home on the field of forever, without any of these guys to interrupt, banging on your door, waking up any of your kids, scaring your wife, spooking your dog, it was all great – Until they had to actually be actual, now we need to have an each individual home on top of a skyscraper or building, if you were high up in the ranks of Necromophia, you would get a skyscraper, if you were low in the ranks of Manophia you would get a building ,were the static people could actually climb up.

 

Miranda took a fast turn left, and wandered down the alley, he thought back to when he was a child, when he was scared of running into a rapist, when he was in France as a child.

Miranda was excited to start working at Werbia Electronics Sky Scraper of Freedom, this was an opportunity you only get once , if you were lower , nope, never would you ever receive this offer, Miranda put thought into this, he loved working with what he did, but, he would love to do it at the city of QUAP, this city had a higher level of static people, no wonder, after the city was the largest on planet Kepler.

Planet Kepler was the earth like planet lying several hundred of light years away. 

“Have you ever been to this place?” said the driver, Miranda snapped out of his thoughts and blinked twice at the driver to indicate that he didn’t hear his question. “Have you ever been in QUAP sir?” “No, I have not” answered, wanting to go back to his thoughts that he knew was gone , he trying lying back, “Could I recommend something, Mr.?”  “Callahan” said, annoyed but still being polite, “Mr. Callahan, do you have a car?” “No, I do not” “Then I shall immediately take you to the car shop!” “Why?” Miranda immediately answered, “Because of the static people, have you not researched anything about Kepler?” “No, I have not” Miranda again answered immediately, “Well, then it is my duty to-““Take me to my desired destination, now get to it!” Miranda was angry, he did not understand why he wouldn’t just take him to Werbia’s headquarter, “Sir, Callahan, listen. I know about your anger problems, but you have got to listen, these static people you see, they are dangerous, they attack at night, and at day, if you are NOT in a vehicle.”

“Ah, well then” Miranda answered to the drivers facts, “Then take me to this vehicle shop, but it shall have to go quickly” “AL righty then, I shall take you to the San Famino Vehicle Purchasing Fabric”

The time went on, I was staring at my desk, it was bland in the white color, it didn’t have any marks or scratches, very clean, but all so very boring. I fumbled my fingers around and was thinking about things to write, “Nothing, nada, absolutely nothing” I sighed, the fact that I have to write at least five pages is outrageous, the new chief executive had set me to this, “And here I am, Desmond god damn Björn not knowing what to write about” I took several classes in reading and writing, came out of all them with an A+, then moved to London where I took classes in faster typing, writing, thinking and setting the pieces together, and here I am, not knowing what to write about the static people.

Sir Callahan wanted us to greet him in with this sort of greeting, telling him everything there is to know about the city Quap, what a fucking honor. 

Dear Sir Callahan: 

 I write this message to you, for I do not know what to write about the static people other than they are a pest, and that they are dangerous, they attack at night, and day if you are not in a shelter or a secured vehicle. Thank you for your time, but there is nothing to write about the static people other than that, they are nothing, but are visible, and physical that the same time.

   I leaned back in my chair, wondering if that was good enough to make him change my work.

This was something that I good easily do with Callijon, but usually didn’t have to since I already knew about most of the stuff, it was strictly forbidden to use any site for help, we had to gather our own information about whatever we were set to do.

A clear “No” came through my answering machine, “Well, at least I tried.”

The years passed on, Desmond got used to having Miranda or, Sir Callahan, as the Chief Executive , but somewhat was still questioning where Callijon  had gone, the explanations he got, just weren’t good enough for Desmond, but he lived with it.

Year 2035, the year the earth was supposed to end.

Everyone on Kepler contacted the people on earth, and heard that everything was all good and clear, NASA had said that there was a meteor coming September 21, 2035, and today it is the twenty second. Nasa was getting bombarded by people, people hated Nasa, people started saying, “We don’t need Nasa! We need Ason! Everyone! DOWN WITH NASA, UP WITH ASON” the rambles went on.  NASA hadn’t really done anything extraordinary since they put a man on Mars, well, now Ason have sent over half a billion to Kepler. Their lives over half a million on mars, living in domes called, Shuttle One, Shuttle Two, Space Dome Central, and so on, there would live one family in each, they lived the life, but It was just not as good as on Kepler, maybe better since Kepler had static people, they made it hard for anyone to travel around Kepler, since the wild things live in the jungles, and on habituated areas. Hell, it was hard enough for the people who moved to even get some ground, all of this happened in late 2023.

Miranda had started to know the offices, he navigated his way from the dorm, to the main halls, to the desk peoples hall, where Desmond was settled in, through the hall, averagely someone would step up and bow for Miranda, over to the elevator, take a long ride up, and the he was home, inside his massive office hanging a kilometer over the main building. Miranda wasn’t Sir Callahan, he was King Callahan, he owned Kepler, for he controlled the static people, he discovered the truth about his power, when none of the static people attacked him. This shocked the people of Kepler, for this has never happened, “He is the chosen one, bow for him Desmond” , Desmond took this to interest, and wondered if he could be the next chief executive, he went straight to writing desk, and took a deep breath, and starting writing all the good things about King Callahan, and where he came from,  and it was so well written, that there was made a documentary on earth, and dragged over 2 billion to Kepler in a span of 5 years. This did not go unrewarded, King Callahan personally handed the spot as pre-owner of Kepler, and got half the property of Kepler, and he was blessed, and could now walk around freely and not get touched by any of the static people.

And so, part one of Miranda, Desmond story, ends, what a shame, I know.

But look forward for part two, it will be out, I promise, just promise me not to look out for it. 

Mikkel Noah Wahlsted Madsen

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