Autistic Point Of View – Creative Writing Piece

I really love creative writing, so here’s one of my recent stories.

Noland Rydell was the greatest scientist of all time. He truly wanted to change the world, to make it a better place for his people. Too bad the Madness got to him first. Of course, everyone knew it would happen. Noland was so sure it would never take him, that he was simply too strong willed, but everyone knew. What a shame, too, he may have been able to do something for them. The Madness took everyone who was influential, it was just a fact of life. Once someone ascended to a place of power, it would take about 5 years to take them, but it always did. The symptoms were simple, and looks like just another case of dementia, that is, until stage 5. No one had ever seen a stage 5 sufferer, the Government got to them much before then.

 

Noland sat slumped in his chair, asleep in his office. This wasn’t the first late night he had spent at work, in fact, he spent almost every night there nowadays. Noland was clearly sleeping fitfully, writhing and moaning, until he awoke with a scream. Luckily for him, no one was ever at work at 3 am in the morning, let alone paying any attention to him. He glanced around, his eyes full of terror, and his heart thumping in his chest. Though he refused to admit it, the Madness was beginning to take him. It started out with nightmares, but it got gradually worse. The demons whispered in his ears, and the ghosts that drifted around wailed in the night like lost children. It was all he could do to simply ignore them, but slowly, the whispers turned to screams. What was once a whisper of hatred became screams of fury, and what was once a drifting ghost became a giant spectre.

 

That night, the Government came for Noland. He had no idea how they knew he had succumbed to the madness, but they came for him anyway. Before he knew what was going on, he was strapped to an operating table, and the men in suits were administering anesthetic. The men in suits was an understatement, in Noland’s opinion. The men were hulking beasts, ones who wore masks to keep themselves from getting sick, their suits bulging at the seams with their monstrous muscles. Noland tried to protest, but before he could, he drifted into nothingness, adrift in an endless abyss of screams.

 

Noland stared the beast in the eyes as it picked him up, and opened its massive mouth, ready to consume him whole. The beast started with his head, ripping it off with a sickening crunch. The beast chewed, content with what he tasted, and began to start in on his arms, when Noland realized that he wasn’t dead. The beast had just eaten his head, but he was still alive, somehow. With this, Noland was whipped out of the dream world, and brought back to the cold operating table where the men in suits had pinned him down. The first thing he noticed was the screaming, or rather, the lack of it. The ghosts no longer drifted about, and colors seemed to fill his world. The Madness was gone. One of the “beasts” from earlier looked at him, and Noland was surprised to see kindness in the things eyes, as it helped him up, and led him into a conference room. In the room, a very important looking man sat by himself, sipping a cup of coffee. He turned to Noland, and asked him the last question he thought would come out of the man’s mouth.

“You take cream in your coffee Noland?” The man seemed to be genuinely curious, and Noland gave him a thumbs up, unable to find his voice.

“We thought you were a goner, Noland, we really did. We’ve brought hundreds of men in here, and not one has had the will to fight back against the Madness. You really are a special one, aren’t you Noland?” Said the man, with genuine caring in his voice.

“W-w-w-what is this place?” Noland asked, his voice finally returning to him.

“This is where we fight back Noland. This is Ground Zero for our outbreak, and this is where it ends, assuming you’ll help, that is.” The man said with one eyebrow cocked.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m General Robertson. I need your help Noland, but first, I want to tell you a story.” The man began.

“Many years ago, a group of archeologists were excavating a site, when they found something strange: an entrance to a massive cavern. The archeologists went in, and they found what they had so hoped that they would find, a small statuette resembling a beast of epic proportions.” Continued General Robertson. “One archeologist went to pick up the statuette, and loe and behold, he released an ancient evil, which brought itself into our world for the first time in thousands of years. This beast is what you saw when we put you under, and this beast is the source of the Madness. Many men died on that table, and gave in to the beast, too weak to fight back. But you, Noland, were able to fight back, and we need that. The Madness will come back to you, but we need you to fight the beast, and weaken it enough to seal it. Can you help us?”

“I can try, I guess,” said Noland, beginning to feel the Madness creep back in. “When do I start?”

“Right now, Noland, we’re putting you back in.” The General said.

The beasts in suits came back, and threw Noland onto the operating table, strapping him down, and jabbing an anesthetic needle into his arm. Noland tried to struggle, but the anesthetic put him under, his limbs becoming weak. He awoke in a room full of darkness, unable to move. All of a sudden, a bright light filled the room, and the beast appeared before him, reaching out to pick him up again. The beast picked him up by the leg, dangling him upside down.

“So, the fools have tried to tell you their false legend, I assume?” The beast said, his voice a booming force. “Did they tell you of my offer?”

“W-w-w-what offer?” Noland whimpered.

“I can give you whatever you desire, as long as you do as I command. I have been unable to leave this spirit room for many thousands of years. Release me, and I will give you everything you could ever desire. Power beyond your wildest dreams. What you do with it is yours to choose, but do as I command first.” The beast continued. “Let me tell you my tale of woe, young mortal. Many years ago, I ruled this land, and the people who dwell upon it. I was no tyrant, boy, I was a kind king. I spent my days ruling this kingdom, until a foolish mortal warrior stepped forth to oppose me. I accepted his challenge, and our battle began. The gods looked favorably upon this boy, and bestowed unto him the power to seal me in the form of this beast. The mortal who sealed me is none other than your little friend General Robertson. If you help me kill him, I will give you anything you desire. You could be my right hand, hm? The beast said, a smile creeping onto his massive face.

“I don’t have the power to kill him, let alone get near him!” Yelled Noland, his voice quivering with fear.

“Allow me to handle that,” the beast said, touching his forehead. Noland felt himself become imbued with power. He had never felt better in his life.

“Take his life, and you will be rewarded, young mortal.” The beast finished. Just as he was about to ask another question, Noland was whipped back to the real world, aware of the cool metal pressing against his skin. He looked around wildly, and one of the beasts helped him up. Without thinking, Noland brought his elbow into the hulking monsters face, sending it flying with terrifying force. The beast slumped against the wall, its face a disgusting mess. Noland whipped around, and pushed his palm against the other beasts chest, feeling a pulse as he tore away the things soul. He made his way into the room where General Robertson resided, his body surrounded by a purple flame. He kicked down the door, and General Robertson sat bolt upright, terror corrupting his features.

“W-w-w-what are you, you beast!” General Robertson screamed.

“I…am…fury.” Replied Noland, his face contorted into an evil smile. He threw out his hand, and General Robertson was flung toward him like a ragdoll. He put his foot on the man’s head, and began to apply force. The general tried to beg for his life, but it was no use, as Noland’s foot went through his skull with a sickening crunch. Noland smiled, and turned to the massive purple portal appearing before him. The beast lumbered out of it, and grabbed Noland by the shoulders.

“What is my a reward?” Asked Noland, excited beyond measure.

“Your reward for freeing me shall be a quick death.” Said the monster, his face forming into a sick smile. Noland heard the last thing he would ever hear before being ripped away from reality. I AM FREE!

Hope you enjoyed!

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Astrophysics Rant #1

Man, the universe is weird. Being an astrophysics buff, just about everything in the universe (teehee) interests me. I feel like ranting about General Relativity today, so here goes a bit of a rant session. General Relativity is a theory created by Albert Einstein. Einstein proposed that the very fabric of the universe is made up of something called “space-time”, and everything else in the universe exists on top of that fabric. The two different concepts of space and time interweave to create a cosmic blanket that is the basis for everything in the known universe. Einstein spent his entire life postulating about how gravity could exist and be proven, and General Relativity was the outcome. General Relativity is the idea that gravity occurs because celestial objects of considerable mass warp the fabric of space-time, and cause a kind of divot. If one were to imagine a blanket being pulled tight at all 4 corners, it would be an accurate representation of space-time. Now imagine dropping as bowling ball in the middle. The blanket would stretch downward, and a divot in the blanket would be created by the mass of the bowling ball. If one were to roll a golf ball around the divot, the golf ball would roll around the bowling ball, and either fall in if it was too close, or fly away if it was too far. General Relativity works the same way, and is the most accepted theory of gravity. An example of General Relativity in action is our sun. Since the sun is so massive, it warps space-time around it, causing all of the planets in our solar system to revolve around it. If the sun were to magically disappear, all of the planets would go flying away in multiple directions. If the sun were to get bigger, all of the planets would fall into it slowly, and be burned away. This is Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity.

 

Hope you enjoyed!

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Weird Talents

Most people have weird talents. Be it flipping your eyelids inside out, or doing the wave with your stomach, almost everybody has one. But I’m a little bit different. Being Autistic, I have a bunch of really strange talents. For example, I have the ability to write 3 pages of a paper in 30 minutes. I finished an 8 page essay about fracking in an hour just last month. I also have the ability to do insanely good impressions, my pride and joy being my Stephen Hawking impression. It’s a little insensitive, but who cares? So today, I’m going to tell you about some of my weird talents, and the situations they have gotten me into.

Essay writing: In 8th grade, I had to write a speech about Genetic engineering. Being the stellar student that I am, I procrastinated and put it off until the day of the presentation. While other people were doing their speeches, I was in the back of the class writing mine. I spent about 45 minutes, and ended up with a research based presentation about the economical benefits of GMOs. I gave the presentation in front of the class, and got an A on the speech, and had the best grade in the class. Remember kids, procrastinating is bad, unless you have an uncanny ability to whip together a perfect essay in an hour.

Stephen Hawking impression: I do my Stephen Hawking impression by sucking in a little bit of air while speaking. It took me about 3 years to perfect, and is a great party trick. The only issue is how insensitive it is. I remember being at my friend’s birthday party about a year ago, and I was pretty anxious about mingling with other people. After I finally worked up the courage to talk to someone, I thought it would be a good idea to perform my impression in front of a group of people. My friend gathered up around 10 people, and I did my thing, unaware of quite how insensitive it was. About 8 of the people thought that it was pretty inappropriate, and walked away. But one girl hung around, and thought it was pretty funny, which made my day. For the rest of the party, we talked about all sorts of topics, and had a bunch of laughs. All in all, insensitivity is bad, unless you’re with the right people.

Sayonara everybody!

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Autistic Question of the Day

Most people have strange questions that they wonder about, but are a bit too embarrassed to share with others. In the spirit of having little to no ability to filter myself, I’m going to put a few of those down on a page, and hopefully, you guys could leave some in the comments for me to write about in upcoming posts!

Question of the day 1: What would happen if Stephen Hawking had a seizure?

Answer: Stephen Hawking has ALS, which is a condition where the motor neurons in the brain slowly die, which means that the sufferer has no control over some or all of his body. Even though the neurons have died, a seizure can still occur, causing the body to spasm. A seizure would send random electric pulses to muscles in the body, making it possible for someone with ALS to have a seizure.

That’s all, folks!

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Autistic Book Review

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately to help calm my mind down. Like, A LOT of reading. I read 600 pages yesterday, finishing off the second book in the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, and damn was it good. Today, I’m going to (try to) review Brandon Sanderson’s first book in the Mistborn series, Mistborn. Sanderson has a unique ability to create systems of magic that are extremely clever and unique, but not so much that they become outlandish. The book(s) revolve around a type of magic called “Allomancy” which involves swallowing metals and “burning” them to give oneself enhanced abilities. For example, swallowing pewter and burning it gives an allomancer the ability to gain superhuman strength and speed. There are 8 types of metals that can be used by an allomancer, but I won’t tell you any more, as to avoid spoilers.

The Good: Sanderson works his butt off to present us with a book that has the perfect amount of character development, while still keeping certain things in the dark until just the right time. Sanderson has built himself an empire that is indomitable by any other fantasy writer. George RR Martin has nothing on this guy.

The Bad: Sanderson will force you to become emotionally attached to characters, then brutally rip them to shreds, causing any mortal being to explode into tears on the spot.

The Autistic: Sanderson is weirdly good at having impeccable grammar, and an incredible sense of scientific knowledge, allowing him to somehow weave science into his magic. Scientifically, that man is a wizard.

All in all, Sanderson knows his way around a book, and has written, in my opinion, one of the greatest fantasy books of all time. You should seriously check him out.

See y’all next tiiiiiime!

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Autistic Politics

A… different view of politics.

If you live in the United States, I can almost guarantee you’re tired of hearing about politics, especially Donald Trump. So, in the nature of poor social skills, and not knowing when to stop, I’m going to talk about it. First order of business: Why are “Autistic Politics” different than regular ones? Technically, they aren’t, but it makes more sense once I explain it. When someone looks at their political views, they consider how the feel about the subject, and what others have to say about it. But when your autistic, it looks more like someone took a bunch of details and strung them up on a board with red twine leading to other details. Kind of like the whiteboard in any generic spy movie where they pin up pictures and tie string to other pictures. I have to consider things that no one else would. Okay, maybe taxes are high, but what percentage of minorities will starve in the next 6 months because they are not receiving support from the government. I think beyond myself, I think about the big picture, which ends up flooding my brain with information that needs to be sorted to make a proper decision. It’s like writing a research project every time you make a decision. The other thing that makes “Autistic Politics” different is the weird things that I pay attention to. You’ll see more of that in the next paragraph.

So what does someone who’s autistic think of Donald Trump? My main issue is his grammar. Not only is it a poor representation of America’s leadership, but it’s just down right idiotic. I mean, the man can barely string together a sentence without using a made up word, or mentioning himself. You’re going to cut taxes “bigly”? I mean, come on! He sounds like a little boy trying to talk about his daddy’s political views!! I’m downright bothered by this, and even though my grammar may not be perfect, I can at least take solace in the fact that I have better grammar than the President of the United States.

My second and final issue is that of Donald’s idea of affordable health care. Donald has advertised himself as an avid opponent of ObamaCare, but only recently put forth ideas for effective changes. They sucked. Donald and his team are truly incompetent. Millions of American’s will be left without healthcare when Donald repeals it, effectively screwing over poverty-stricken Americans. It’s moral and political suicide.

All in all, I’m pretty disappointed in The Donald, but I at least hope that he can do something right by the time he’s out of office.

Until next time,

~Zane

Autistic Point of View – Who Am I?

Wow, this is weird to write about. My name is Zane, and I’m 17 years old. If you couldn’t tell by the title, I’m also autistic. I’m writing this as a way to keep myself sane as I progress through my treatment at a residential treatment center. Contrary to popular belief, I actually function at a mostly normal level, despite the fact that I’m autistic. But who cares what the popular belief is? The world sucks, that’s been established time and time again. If I’m going to write this blog, I’m going to talk about stuff that’s important. I’m going to talk about my (autistic) view of the world, be it politics or video games. First, let me introduce my plethora of weird problems. I have the following diagnoses: OCD, ADD/ADHD, Depression, Anxiety, Tourette’s, and let’s not forget everyone’s favorite: Asperger’s. Life is tough being autistic. I don’t think like most people. For example, when a normal person realizes the person he’s talking to is bored out of their mind, they would stop. But not me, I’ll just keep going! Not because I want to, but because I don’t have the capacity to process that they’re bored. It’s all about social skills. It’s kind of hilarious at times though. My mind is on another plane of processing than most people’s. I think scientifically, or logically, that’s it. I have trouble considering something as simple as a white lie. To me, it’s either true or not true. But hey, what’s the fun in life, without a touch of the bizarre? Stay tuned for my first official post!

~Zane