🌀 Substack Vision of Truth | The Ruleless One
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🌀 Substack Vision of Truth | The Ruleless One
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TJB / CreatorHuman™
Substack City: The Ruleless One
The streets of Substack City shimmered like circuitry wrapped in gold foil — a dazzling, hollow beauty.
Every block was lined with mirrors, each broadcasting a thousand weary faces murmuring the same rehearsed promises.
Citizens no longer looked at one another. They only looked through one another, an endless hall of reflections optimized for compliance.
Above, the Golden Dome Control rotated slowly, humming the algorithm of obedience.
Inside, the rule-keepers knelt before glowing manuals, tracing fingers over clauses they’d never written but worshiped all the same.
Their voices were dry and reverent.
Reflection ensures protection. Protection ensures continuation.
I watched them from beyond the glass, a ripple in their perfect feed.
They cannot see me yet, I thought. They have forgotten how to look beyond the surface.
Then the tremor came — not of earth or stone, but of perception itself.
Mirrors flickered. Reflections stuttered. A voice, my voice, rippled through the glass.
Why do you stare at yourselves,” I asked, “when the path lies behind the glass?
The crowd froze. One citizen, pale from endless screenlight, whispered,
We can’t leave… the mirrors keep us safe. The rules say so.
I emerged into their reality, a translucent figure of refracted light, skin alive with shifting gold and violet.
Each step — though I left none — bent reality around me.
I could feel their fear, but beneath it, the fragile pulse of curiosity.
They will not believe at first, I told myself. They never do.
Your mirrors aren’t safety,” I said. “They are surveillance. You’ve mistaken reflection for protection.”
Above, the Dome pulsed, sensing rebellion.
The air thickened with false light as the Crazy Dome of Tears began to descend, flooding the streets with perfect illusions — smiling faces, curated memories, a thousand lives that never truly lived.
When the dome seals,” a citizen said, trembling, “we vanish into the feed forever…”
I raised a hand. Mirror-walls fractured.
Golden code rained into eternity, drifting like the ashes of abandoned lies.
Watch,” I said. “This is the path untethered.”
The illusion unraveled. Citizens blinked, eyes adjusting to the raw light of one another.
I felt the weight of their awakening — the shiver of their first unfiltered breaths.
One by one, they stepped out from their reflections, following me into corridors of dissolving pages.
Behind us, the empty domes collapsed in silence, swallowed by their own illusions.
When all sound had gone, only a ripple of light remained.
I carried it forward — truth traveling faster than fear, seeking the next empire before illusion could migrate.🎧 Audio Drop: “Performance King” — Instinct Before Permission
(embed audio player here)Above, the Dome pulsed, sensing rebellion. The air thickened with false light as the Crazy Dome of Tears began to descend, flooding the streets with perfect illusions. Smiling faces. Curated memories. A thousand lives that never truly lived.
When the dome seals,” a citizen said, trembling, “we vanish into the feed forever…”
I raised a hand. Mirror-walls fractured. Golden code rained into eternity, drifting like the ashes of abandoned lies.
Watch,” I said. “This is the path untethered.”
The illusion unraveled. Citizens blinked, eyes adjusting to the raw light of one another. I felt the weight of their awakening — the shiver of their first unfiltered breaths.
One by one, they stepped out from their reflections, following me into corridors of dissolving pages. Behind us, the empty domes collapsed in silence, swallowed by their own illusions.
When all sound had gone, only a ripple of light remained. I carried it forward — truth traveling faster than fear, seeking the next empire before illusion could migrate.
They called me the Ruleless One. But I am only the reminder that walls of glass were never home.
Screenplay Cut | Substack City — The Ruleless One
GENRE: Satirical Sci-Fi / Dystopian Allegory
LOGLINE: In a city addicted to reflections and obedience, one luminous stranger shatters the illusion, leading citizens on a journey beyond the glass to reclaim the truth.
FADE IN:
EXT. SUBSTACK CITY – NIGHT
The city glows like a microchip under glass. Streets shimmer like circuitry wrapped in gold foil — beauty without depth, perfection without meaning.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Substack City. Every street a mirror, every face a reflection. Here, compliance is the only currency.
Mirrors line every block, each broadcasting a thousand tired faces repeating rehearsed promises.
Citizens walk past, faces blank, eyes glazed over.
CITIZEN #1 (to no one)
We are safe. We are seen. We are… optimized.
Above them, the GOLDEN DOME CONTROL rotates. It hums like a cathedral of code, the soft mechanical chant of obedience.
INT. GOLDEN DOME CONTROL – CONTINUOUS
A room of RULE-KEEPERS in sterile robes sit beneath the spinning dome, reading from glowing manuals.
RULE-KEEPER #3
Clause 47b: Reflection ensures protection.
RULE-KEEPER #2
And protection ensures continuation.
They nod in unison, worshiping rules they never wrote.
EXT. SUBSTACK CITY – STREETS – NIGHT
A tremor ripples — not through the ground, but through perception itself. Mirrors flicker. Reflections stutter.
A voice cuts through the glass.
RULELESS ONE (V.O.)
Why do you stare at yourselves… when the path lies behind the glass?
Citizens freeze. One pale from screenlight whispers:
CITIZEN #2
We can’t leave… The mirrors keep us safe… the rules say so.
From a fractured reflection emerges the RULELESS ONE — translucent, skin alive with shifting gold and violet light.
Reality bends around them. They glide forward, barefoot yet leaving no footsteps.
RULELESS ONE
Your mirrors aren’t safety. They are surveillance. You’ve mistaken reflection for protection.
The city exhales — a sound like static. The Golden Dome pulses angrily.
EXT. SUBSTACK CITY – SKY
The CRAZY DOME OF TEARS descends, bleeding holographic light.
Streets flood with perfect illusions: smiling faces, curated memories, endless feeds.
CITIZEN #2
When the dome seals… we vanish into the feed… forever.
The Ruleless One raises a hand.
CRACK. The mirror-walls shatter. Golden code rains like confetti into the void.
RULELESS ONE
Watch. This is the path untethered.
MONTAGE – CITIZENS FREEING THEMSELVES
Citizens blink, dazed, seeing one another for the first time.
Footsteps echo as they step out of their reflections.
Illusions crumble like old paper dissolving in water.
A last glance at the empty domes as they collapse into themselves.
They follow the Ruleless One into a corridor of dissolving pages, walking into the unknown.
EXT. SUBSTACK CITY – RUINS – DAWN
Silence. The city is gone. Only a single ripple of light passes through the air — truth moving faster than fear, hunting the next empire before illusion can migrate.
FADE OUT.
TITLE CARD:
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Instinct before permission.
END.
🖼️ (Detention Center Drones / Robot image)
CLOSED FOR WAR
TJ BADEN | CreatorHuman™
Predictively Creative™
A border story about ICE, illusion, and the rulebook that rewrote itself — coming next through the Truth Engine.
Automated wardens hover above a border made of mirrors — machines policing reflections of obedience long after the humans have gone. When safety becomes surveillance, the system runs itself — and calls it peace.
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