...Pirates...

It has always been this quite at this hour in the lower levels of the vault. You could hear the heartbeat of the person standing next to you, to whom you are not supposed to talk. But there was a bad air around that night. The alarms started blaring. The static silence had suddenly metamorphose into a rhyme of confusion with chatter and hurried footsteps. Then there was an announcement, loud and clear for everyone to hear, "The inner sanctum has been breached. Power down all the active nodes and evacuate the vault". That was for the 23 humans who were in charge of the maintenance and security of the vault, which was half the size of the moon and orbiting the earth.
The vault, which was an ambitious project aimed at total vulnerability analysis and security of the human occupied earth, had always been a target. Sometimes it was some orthodox religious group complaining about the irregular eclipses, sometimes some disillusioned history student, or some lover complaining about the new shape of the moon, and sometimes it was some crazy scientist claiming that the vault would send the solar system flying in to the central black hole. But this time it was someone far more serious.
The nodes were going down one by one, but the data stream flowing out and in was irregular and heavy. There was a deep hum at the core of the vault, and the lights flickered. Then there was another announcement but in a different voice this time. "Hello fellow vaultlings, this is Captain Jack Sparrow. The vault is under my command now. And I am here for the liberation of the human race. Savvy?"
Some of the vault guards left and some stayed. And as for the people on earth, nobody is safe now.

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You look, you find. Then you think, "Why didn't I look earlier?".

Welcome to the jungle.

Peace

On You Too
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...Line...

There's this line. Sometimes it goes straight, sometimes it curves, sometimes there are kinks, and sometimes there are loops and spirals. Who made that line? Well, it has always been there in some shape and color. Some believe that it is due to the line that we are where we are. They say that we can always trust the line without a doubt. The line seems to be sacred to our kind. But I have my doubts. I have tried running along it. I have tried jumping around it now and then. I have tried running against it, and all sorts of things. I've heard others talking about it, debating it's importance. I've read about it's peaks and dead ends. The line is all too familiar to me. I can see it running all around through places and people. To me the line seems to be an escape route. And I don't want to escape easily to the end. So, what I'm gonna do is take the line shred it into small segments and points and paint myself a pretty picture.

Peace...

P.S. : After two months of coma my laptop finally got fixed.