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- Herausgeber: epubli
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
"The Frequency of the Awakened" is a metaphysical journey through a world where silence controls, and sound becomes rebellion. In a society engineered through unseen vibrations, a hidden force begins to rise — one that questions the boundaries of reality, identity, and truth itself. When forbidden frequencies echo through the cracks of the system, old codes awaken, and a new path emerges. Guided by mysterious voices, ancient numerology, and a language long forgotten, a soul steps into the unknown — not to escape the world, but to transform it. This is a novel about resonance and resistance, intuition and illusion, power and presence. A story that doesn't just ask what is real — but what is remembered.
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“Bertha – The Frequency of the
Awakened”
A Novel of the Hidden Worlds
by Mario Schenk
Chapter 1 – The Shadow of the System
The darkness was so dense, Roman could barely hear his own breath. Cold air slashed through his lungs like razors as he leaned against the concrete wall, gasping. His hands trembled—not from the cold, but from fear.
No—more than fear.
Panic.
He heard footsteps—a rhythmic, precise echo of leather and steel. The OGC agents weren’t far behind. They were hunting him—and they knew exactly what he was carrying.
“Inhale. Exhale. Think, Roman.”
His fingers slipped into the inner pocket of his jacket and touched the worn edge of a small, weathered book. The leather was scuffed, the pages frayed. A plain little object—yet the most dangerous thing in this world.
A flash of light sparked behind him. A red laser line skimmed the wall above his head. Roman ducked instinctively, vaulted over an overturned trash container, and landed hard on the cracked asphalt of a shadowed side street.
“There he is!”
A cold voice echoed through the alley.
Roman ran. His legs burned, but he forced himself onward. The city’s narrow alleys twisted like a maze—designed under the directives of Agenda 2030.
The 15-minute city—a sinister structure sold as a “sustainable solution.”
Everything was controlled: motion sensors. Cameras. Drones.
He could feel the cold breath of the OGC agents creeping up his neck. Ten more steps. Five. A corner ahead—and then, suddenly, a dead end.
Roman stopped. The agents' footsteps drew closer. He heard the click of rifles locking into firing mode.
“Don’t move, Roman Markov.”
He closed his eyes. Think. Think.
His hand gripped the book. The leather felt warm—alive. He opened it, eyes skimming the first lines.
“True freedom begins within. Fear is the chain that binds us—but courage is the key
that breaks it.”
Roman opened his eyes.
“Who gave you that?”
The OGC agent's voice was cold, precise.
Roman slowly lifted his head. A faint, calm smile tugged at his lips.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
Gun barrels clicked into place.
“Last warning, Markov.”
Roman drew a deep breath—and dropped the book. Its pages fanned open, and a single sheet floated free. The air shimmered as the words on the page began to glow faintly.
The agent took a step back.
“The path begins the moment you realize you're already walking it.”
The words burned brighter. The air vibrated. Roman felt the fear inside him melt into something else—clarity.
A flash of light and shadow—Roman leapt, grabbed the wall behind him, and pulled himself up the metal ladder.
“Fire!”
Bullets struck the wall below, but Roman was already on the rooftop. He looked down over the city —the neon-lit streets, the towering spires of the OGC headquarters looming over it all like a cage of steel.
He pressed the book to his chest.
“You're not alone,” he whispered.
In the distance, an explosion lit up the sky.
Roman’s lips curled into a quiet smile.
That was Eric.
The revolution had only just begun.
Chapter 2 – The Legacy of Truth
Two weeks earlier.
Rain pounded in heavy drops against the windowpanes. The dark streets of Zurich shimmered under the dull glow of neon signs as Roman moved through a narrow alleyway. His black coat was soaked through, his hair plastered to his forehead.
He had received the message two days ago—an anonymous transmission, encrypted via an old satellite system that should have been decommissioned long ago.
“Come alone. The key to truth lies at the heart of darkness.”
He no longer knew whom to trust—but he knew he couldn’t turn back. The world had long since become a web of digital control.
Every step. Every motion. Every breath was being monitored.
Agenda 2030 hadn’t just transformed the world’s infrastructure—it had transformed the people.
Social credit scores now determined access to food, housing, and medical care. Those who questioned the system disappeared. Those who resisted were branded as “enemies of the state.”
And Roman had crossed that line a long time ago.
He stopped in front of an old warehouse. Moss and damp clung to the walls, the windows barred with rusted iron. In the darkness, there was movement—a shadow.
“Are you alone?”
The voice was deep and gravelly—a voice weathered by time. Roman nodded slowly.
“Come in.”
A rusted door creaked open. Roman stepped inside. The room was dim and cold. Old shelves lined with dusty files and stacks of yellowed paper piled along the walls. A single kerosene lamp cast long, flickering shadows.
In the center of the room stood an old man. White hair, sunken cheeks, piercing gray eyes. His hands rested on a small table—and on the table lay a book.
“Sit,” the man said.
Roman stepped closer. His eyes fixed on the book. The leather was aged, the embossing on the cover barely legible. Yet something about it pulled him in—as if the book were calling to him.
“What is it?” Roman asked, sitting down cautiously.
The old man closed his eyes.
“It’s the answer.”
Roman frowned.
“The answer to what?”
The man opened his eyes and looked at him with an expression that held both pain and wisdom.
“The answer to the false truth that surrounds us.”
Roman reached for the book—hesitant, almost reverently. His fingers touched the leather, and a feeling surged through him that he couldn’t explain. A wave of warmth and clarity—as if a veil had been lifted within him.
“Agenda 2030 is a lie,” the man said softly.
“They speak of peace, of justice, of sustainability—but what they truly mean is control.
They strip people of their freedom—and sell it as protection. But true control doesn’t
begin with laws. It begins in the mind.”
Roman slowly lifted his gaze.
“And the book?”
The man leaned back.
“This book holds the truth. Not the version they feed us—but the truth about who we
are. About our inner power. About what we’re truly meant to be.”
Roman carefully opened the book. The first page was written in old, black ink. The handwriting was elegant, almost artistic. The words shimmered faintly in the lamp’s glow.
“True freedom begins within. Fear is the chain that binds us—but courage is the key
that breaks it.”
Roman blinked.
“Who wrote this?” he whispered.
The man gave a faint smile.
“A man who saw through the system. A man who understood that the path out—leads
inward.”
Roman turned more pages. They were filled with symbols, diagrams, and quotes. It was more than a book—it was a map. A guide.
“Why are you giving it to me?”
The old man stood. For a moment, his gray eyes seemed to glow.
“Because you’re the one who can carry it. The time has come, Roman. The world
stands at the edge—and either people awaken—or fall into darkness.”
Roman took a deep breath.
“What should I do?”
The man stepped closer, placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder.
“Find the truth. Remind people who they really are. Fear is their weapon. Awareness is
your shield.”
Suddenly, Roman heard a noise outside—the clatter of glass, footsteps on asphalt.
“They followed you,” the man said calmly.
Roman sprang to his feet.
“Take the book—and run!”
The old man grabbed the book and pushed it into Roman’s hands.
“But—”
“NOW!”
Roman turned and ran. Behind him, the door burst open. Masked OGC agents stormed inside. Roman heard the rattle of machine guns, the flicker of laser sights.
He dove through a shattered window and hit the cobblestones hard. His fingers clutched the book.
Behind him, the old man’s final scream echoed into the night.
Roman ran.
The neon lights of the city blurred as he disappeared into the shadows.
Chapter 3 – The Chains of the Agenda
Roman stood in a sluggish line that snaked its way through the sterile hall of the Citizens' Center. The cold neon lights overhead made the faces around him look pale and lifeless. No one spoke.
No one dared look at the enforcers—those figures in black uniforms, scanning the crowd with facial recognition devices.
He felt his heartbeat quicken. His Social Score had dropped overnight—too many unauthorized movements. The last escape from the OGC agents had left digital traces.
He glanced at the projection in his palm—a holographic interface embedded beneath his skin.
Social Status: 🟥 4.2 (Critical threshold)
Access Rights: Restricted
Currency Status: 5,000 Unity Credits (Temporarily frozen)
Roman cursed under his breath. A score below 4.0 meant eviction—below 3.5 and you were removed from the system.
No one knew exactly what that meant—but those who vanished never returned.
“Next!”
A metallic tone echoed through the hall. The people in front of Roman moved forward in robotic unison.
He watched as the woman ahead of him stopped—a small, fragile figure with gray hair.
“Name?” asked the clerk behind the glass.
“Sofia Renner,” she answered, her voice trembling.
A faint hum as the scanner passed over her face.
Social Status: 🟩 6.5 (Stable)
“Access granted.”
The woman stepped aside in relief. Roman saw her walk through the automatic doors—straight into the provision sector for Category A citizens.
Better food. Medical care. Freedom of movement.
“Next!”
Roman stepped forward. The clerk’s cold eyes locked onto him.
“Name?”
“Roman Markov.”
A faint hum.
Error.
Unauthorized movement patterns detected.
Access rights revoked.
The clerk’s expression hardened.
“Your Social Score has fallen below 4.5. Your mobility rights are restricted. Please
follow protocol.”
Roman felt the enforcers' eyes on him. Two OGC agents emerged from the shadows.
“What is this?” Roman stepped back.
“According to Protocol 87-B, citizens with scores under 4.5 are subject to elevated
security measures.”
“I haven’t done anything!”
The clerk didn’t blink.
“The system doesn’t make mistakes, Mr. Markov.”
The agents stepped closer. Their black uniforms gleamed under the neon light, the faint clink of metal in their hands betraying the presence of handcuffs.
“Follow us willingly, or we will use force.”
Roman glanced down at the display in his palm.
Account: Frozen
Movement Radius: 500 meters
Remaining Time in Status: 72 hours
He knew what that meant. Restricting mobility was a psychological weapon—people were caged in small zones until fear made them obedient.
“I repeat: follow us willingly.”
Roman knew he had no choice.
He stepped back—then felt the agents’ iron grip close around his arms.
The crowd watched in silence. No one said a word.
The agents led him through a dark corridor. Surveillance drones buzzed along the walls, their mechanical eyes tracking every move.
They pushed him through a steel door. A cold room. White tiles. A table. Two chairs.
Roman sat down.
The door opened—and a woman entered. High cheekbones, black hair pulled tightly back, icy blue eyes.
She wore the silver badge of the OGC—the highest security rank.
“Roman Markov,” she said with a cold smile. “We know you’re hiding something.”
Roman stayed calm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She sat down across from him, placing a flat hand on the table.
“We’ve been tracking you. You’re in possession of an unregistered object. A book.”
Roman didn’t even blink.
“Books are dangerous, Roman,” she continued. “They contain ideas. And ideas are the
first spark of rebellion.”
Roman’s expression didn’t change.
“So what do you want from me?”
She leaned forward. Her ice-blue eyes pierced him.
“Where is the book?”
Roman gave a faint smile.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
She leaned back.
“You have a choice to make, Roman. Your Social Score is at 4.2. If you cooperate, we
might be lenient.”
Roman said nothing.
“But if you refuse…” She smiled coolly. “…your score will drop below 3.5. And you
know what that means.”
Roman took a slow breath.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The woman stood.
“We’ll see each other again, Roman.”
The door opened—and the two OGC agents led him back down the corridor.
Roman knew the clock was ticking.
And he knew: there was no other way.
He had to find Eric.
Chapter 4 – The Shadow of Rebellion
Roman stood before the heavy steel door, the cold metal of the weapon at his hip grounding him. The air was damp, and the flickering neon lights overhead cast restless shadows on the walls.
His hand rested on the small, worn book in his jacket pocket. It almost felt warm—a faint, steady pulse, synchronized with his heartbeat.
Behind him, the slow, steady drip of water echoed through the corridor.
“This won’t work,” said a deep voice behind the door.
Roman furrowed his brow.
“Open the door, Eric.”
Silence.
Then, a mechanical hum. A small viewport at eye level slid open. A pair of dark eyes appeared.
“How did you find me?”
Roman stepped closer.
“The book.”
The eyes behind the slit narrowed.
“So you really were dumb enough to take it?”
A metallic click. The door opened slowly, and Roman stepped inside.
The room beyond was a fusion of old bunker and high-tech lab—raw concrete walls, thick cables snaking across the ceiling, dozens of monitors flickering with green data streams and surveillance feeds.
At the center sat a man in a battered swivel chair, surrounded by a semicircle of keyboards and holographic interfaces.
Eric.
He wore a black shirt, dark jeans, and a headset draped around his neck. His black hair was disheveled, his gaze tired—but razor-sharp.
“You’re either very brave or very stupid,” Eric said coolly.
“I had no choice.” Roman pulled the book from his jacket pocket.
Eric froze. His eyes scanned the worn leather, the faint embossing glimmering in the glow of the monitors.
“I thought that was lost.”
“It never was,” Roman replied softly.
Eric stood and stepped closer. His gaze sharpened, his movements precise—like a predator’s.
“Do you know what you’re holding?”
Roman nodded.
“It holds the truth about Agenda 2030.”
Eric chuckled quietly.
“No, Roman. It’s not just a book. It’s a blueprint.”
Roman frowned.
“A blueprint for what?”
Eric carefully took the book from Roman and flipped to one of the opening pages.
“As within, so without. As above, so below. Reality is a mirror of our consciousness.”
Eric smiled faintly.
“Do you know the true structure of Agenda 2030?”
“World government? Control through social credit, digital currency, movement
tracking?”
“That’s just the surface,” Eric said. “The real control system runs deeper. The book
describes the psychological architecture behind the agenda. The patterns, the
algorithms, the frequencies—it’s all connected.”
He opened the book near the center and pointed to a page filled with complex geometric diagrams —lines, circles, triangles, interwoven with numbers and symbols.
“Agenda 2030 is based on frequency control. They’re transmitting a specific signal—a
digital wave structure that interacts directly with human consciousness.”
“You’re saying… they’re manipulating our thoughts?”
Eric nodded slowly.
“That’s why the Social Score works so flawlessly. People don’t just react to
consequences—they’re conditioned on a deeper level. Fear, guilt, uncertainty—that’s
not a side effect, Roman. That’s the system’s core.”
Roman blinked.
“And you think this book holds a way to break that control?”
“If we decode the frequency—and reverse it—we could neutralize the effects of the
agenda. People would finally see clearly. The veil would lift.”
Roman felt his pulse quicken.
“But if that’s true… why hasn’t anyone done it?”
Eric closed the book and looked at him seriously.
“Because the source of the signal is protected—beneath OGC headquarters. If we want
to reach it, we have to infiltrate the digital core of the agenda.”
Roman inhaled sharply.
“That’s suicide.”
Eric shrugged.
“That’s what I thought—until you brought the book.”
Roman narrowed his eyes.
“You think the book is the key?”
Eric stepped closer. His dark eyes gleamed.
“I know it is.”
He turned back to his consoles. His fingers danced across holographic keys. The monitors flickered —live drone footage, OGC surveillance logs, tactical maps of the city.
“I’ve accessed OGC’s internal security system. Temporarily. The firewalls are brutal—
but I found a gap.”
“How long?”
“Forty-five minutes. Maybe less.”
Roman frowned.
“And after that?”
Eric smiled coldly.
“Then they’ll come for us.”
Roman felt the weight of the book in his hands.
“Then we’d better hurry.”
Eric met his gaze for a moment.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Roman opened the book and read the first lines again.
“True freedom begins within. Fear is the chain that binds us—but courage is the key
that breaks it.”
He closed the book with quiet determination.
“We have no choice.”
Chapter 5 – The Voice in the Dark
Roman sat on the cold metal floor of the abandoned factory hall. The faint glow of the emergency lights cast long shadows across the bare concrete walls. His breath was shallow, his heart still racing from the conversation with Eric.
The book rested on his lap—its worn pages glowing faintly in the dimness. He ran his fingers across the embossed leather cover.
He knew what was at stake.
A soft sound made him look up.
“You should be sleeping,” said a gentle voice from the darkness.
Roman flinched—just for a moment. Then he recognized the voice.
“Clara.”
She stepped from the shadows. Her slender fingers brushed through her long, dark hair, her pale amber eyes locked on him. She wore a simple black jacket and tight jeans that outlined her slim figure.
“Eric told me you brought something.”
Roman said nothing.
Clara stepped closer and sat down beside him. For a moment, she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the book in his hands.
“Is it true?” she whispered.
Roman looked at her.
“What?”
Clara’s expression was serious.
“That this book... is the key.”
Roman opened it and carefully flipped through the pages.
“Eric believes Agenda 2030 is based on frequency control—a wave that directly
influences our consciousness. This book holds the blueprint. If we find the source, we
can reverse the control.”
Clara closed her eyes.
“I always knew they were doing more than tracking our movements.”
Roman frowned.
“You knew?”
Clara opened her eyes again—a shadow passing through them.
“I worked for them, Roman.”
He froze.
“What?”
Clara looked down. Her hands rested still in her lap.
“Three years ago. After the Social Credit System was implemented. I was part of the
psychological surveillance team.”
Roman drew in a sharp breath.
“You... worked for OGC?”
She nodded slowly.
“They told us it was about protecting people. The frequency—they called it a
behavioral stabilization method. Fear modulation. Stress reduction. That’s what they
told us.”
Roman stared at her.
“And you believed that?”
Clara shook her head, slowly.
“At first, maybe. But then... I saw the effects.”
She looked at him—her eyes shimmering in the weak light.
“Fear wasn’t the side effect. It was the weapon. They calibrated people to that
frequency—so they would submit. So they would obey every order without resistance.”
Roman clenched his fists.
“And you went along with it?”
Her eyes filled with tears—but her voice remained steady.
“Until I realized my work was costing lives.”
Roman watched her take a deep breath, as if forcing herself to stay composed.
“I lost my sister, Roman.”
He stiffened.
Clara’s voice dropped to a whisper.
