The dream influence

Part one

                         The Dream Influence
           0-1-1-59-08-211, think of me as Joshua, or at least what my Mentor use to call me, his name was Thomas, or at least what his Mentor called him. I'm 6'2'' and along with the people in my section, I have light brown hair, and light brown eyes I'm only 92. My mentor Thomas, who had grey almost white hair, with his age unkown to me, was taller than me 6'7'' ; definitely more knowledgeable than me, was recently pulled out of the program, but I wasn't told why he'd no longer be in the system. I think that's just how Mentors work. From what I understand, from what Thomas explained to me,[b] Mentors are only temporarily but it was just a bit weird, you know? Temporarily meaning, exceeding in 23 years, but when you're with a person like that, time flies by faster and it just gets lost in a mist. I thought I'd get some sort've good bye, considering he'd talk about how promotion would be soon, always talking about how he'd tell me then, not now, I'd forget, or I wouldn't understand, I don't really understand how this is all going to work. He really left me on a ledge here disappearing before promotion, never explaining to me what traits to express and define, to reach the best results in opportunity, I ponder if I'd forgive him or not, even if were never to see him again. You ever think about something brilliant, and you know it's brilliant it's just you forget seconds later, well it was to my pleasing that I'd be thinking about the situation I'm in when the intercom started up," Pre- assessed to mandatory reporting Consumption center - order 172, " looking around nervously, overhearing syllables of words, in sentence fragments and phrases , collectively I began to think everyone was about to part from their Mentors, in the Job Fragmented section of this ship and recite their farewells. So it was, I was so incredibly nervous, I'd forgotten all I'd just been thinking about and continued. Surprisingly no one headed in that direction, had I missed something? I followed along as everyone made their way to Ceremonious Promotion Center, making it there behind everyone else, I was consequently seated all the way in the back. All I could think about was, how I was about to get assigned, whatever they had left, and it wasn't going to be ideal, nothing I would ever get after this day, would be ideal. Willingly we stare at the big screen, as if there was sense of unwillingness, we're told of by an odd looking lady obviously documented long ago, as it is non-holographic, that we are soon to be parted into 3 sections to continue the projects of this ship, we're commened Generation -001608, and told of the 3 applications.
        There's the people who control the ship, Pathlets, they're ultimately at the top. They know just exactly how massive this ship is, or un-massive. They're in control of the direction of this ship, but not the speed, we speed up and slow down at times, everything has been planned for the duration of this ship, we're just the packages in between. Pathlets know all about the planets of gratitude, our grand - offspring will thrive in, we know very minimal amounts of information about these solar system's planet as a population, that's for the Pathlets to enjoy, such crisp information, as it is deemed useless for us all to be fully educated. Thomas told me everyone should be fully educated if we all wanted to be equal, but that not everyone wanted to be equal, that there was beings who didn't want for us to be equal. Maybe that's why he said that living in current conditions only destroyed societies, and then he continued, knowing he had scared me, trying to dilute the information with other information and I saw through what he was doing, I stopped listening, I couldn't help but notice I was left stuck trying to figure out what he meant by equal. I  eventually snapped out of this trance of thought I had led my own self to fall in, this happened quite frequently, Thomas said I was very unique as I had imagination, that it was rare, it had been dying for a while then.
        Second in command are called Faumors, they control consumption center, they know what is to be done, to keep us all alive, but then the lady shut off, and she was gone. Everyone began looking around, it was evident she hadn't finished explaining, she was in the middle of her sentence, and then suddenly everything shook abruptly  and everyone flew up fell down, the ship's forces pulled everyone to the west wall, we were spinning. The ship kept changing directions, swinging and spinning back and forth, people screaming and people getting seriously hurt, when I felt the most horrendous thump, this ship may have possibly ever endured, I grabbed the wall and pulled myself closer to the hall entrance, I knew there'd be another shake, I with fear in my heart, glanced around, everyone's been shaken up. They were all thinking the same thing. When I looked back the second time, right before I stood up the whole ceiling was gone and so were all the people, sucked into the vacuum that is space, everyone flying away from the ship, screaming, but there is no sound. I am pulled up, by two other people and the hall door is shut behind me, it all happened so fast. The now blaring noise of low pressure sirens, screams in my ears, and fades as the air and pressure are replenished, the alarm silences, there's a 3 second bliss as everyone that has made it here looks at each other, in no other way to describe but explicable fear.
      This had been staged, 68% of the ship was now gone and there's minimal amounts of population. I want answers, as the mid-terrainers of a Generation Pod, we were not prepared for this. Our lives forced, to be meant only for living and not living, or rather surviving and thriving rather than dying and depleting. No, it isn't fair. How is it that, we were left with the prisoners. This was staged, and this was definitely done on purpose. So the real questions follow, was this extraterrestrials commencing war? Was this an Inside job, some Pathlet fed up with the sick twisted idea, of humans held in cages for their whole lives? For the greater good? Was it right, was it done for an overall good? Over all act of terrorism? Am I afraid? What am I thinking about?
      Scetets are half human and half robot, they manage the people that break the strict rules that come with this ship, they use to be mentors. The ship has been trying to replenish its broken facilities, it's been making emergency Scetets, considering no one is breaking rules, and considering we can really start over if we choose to survive, they're being made and brought back, for help, with no intentions of incarcerating the people, the prisoners are freed. One by one, seen and judged before a jury of people, people who'd vouch for the prisoner being set free.
    
     It'd been a couple of months since the disaster, and I'd been told that I was to see a prisoner with a couple other people, we made our way to the back of the ship and into the handling room, the man looked familiar, I couldn't quite place my finger on what exactly this person reminded me of? Oh man! It's Thomas!

Thomas gave me a look that spoke in no other way, that he knew something about the incident. Maybe it was that it wasn't an incident ? Then it dawned on me, how the whole front half of the ship was torn off, and the back of the ship left untouched. Thomas began speaking, talking about how the attack was planned and then his voiced morphed and he arose, growing to be taller than anyone I've ever seen his skin became green, and his skin began to glistened and melt and  becoming far from configured. Thomas was a beast, Thomas was a beast of the intergalactic wizard space committee.