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The Mortality Doctrine Trilogy by James Dashner

Hi! Look I really don’t know how to start this post, So I guess I’ll just let the title do the work. 😛

Also there’ll be a little surprise at the end of the post! 🙂

Anyway I guess I ‘ll start from the beginning…. 

The Eye of Minds is the first novel in the Mortality Doctrine series set in a world of hyperadvanced technology, cyberterrorists, and gaming beyond your wildest dreams . . . and your worst nightmares.

Ok so you probably want to know what the VirtNet is, well here’s something that might help.

The VirtNet AKA The Virtual Network is just what it sounds like its er… Virtual. While in the VirtNet, you can feel, think, eat, drink and even die in an extraordinarily real-seeming virtual environment; your body lies safely in its Coffin, ready for you to return to the Wake – except, if your Core is destroyed while still in the VirtNet, that’s it, you’re stuck in the Sleep – forever.

AWESOME! Actually that’s an understatement if I ever saw one… Anyway for those of you who aren’t on the same page, follow me.

Here’s a little more info to get you on your feet.

Michael is a gamer. And like most gamers, he almost spends more time on the VirtNet than in the actual world. The VirtNet offers total mind and body immersion, and it’s addictive. Thanks to technology, anyone with enough money can experience fantasy worlds, risk their life without the chance of death, or just hang around with Virt-friends. And the more hacking skills you have, the more fun. Why bother following the rules when most of them are dumb, anyway? But some rules were made for a reason. Some technology is too dangerous to fool with. And recent reports claim that one gamer is going beyond what any gamer has done before: he’s holding players hostage inside the VirtNet. The effects are horrific—the hostages have all been declared brain-dead,Yet the gamers motives are a mystery. The government knows that to catch a hacker, you need a hacker. And they’ve been watching Michael. They want him on their team. But the risk is enormous. If he accepts their challenge, Michael will need to go off the VirtNet grid. There are back alleys and corners in the system human eyes have never seen and predators he can’t even fathom—and there’s the possibility that the line between game and reality will be blurred forever.

Menacing Eh? XD

Ok just one more paragraph…..

This Series starts with The Eye of Minds. Which is the first book in the series, the protagonist is Michael or Mike The Spike, he is a Gamer who often hangs out with his two best friends Bryson (Brystones) and Sarah or Sarahbobara together they were The Terrible Trio, The Trifecta to Dissect-ya, The Burn-and-Pillage-y Trilogy. Their nicknames didn’t make them many friends—they’d been branded cocky by some, idiots by others—but they had fun, so they didn’t care. The three of them had joined forces  from the day they met to move up in the Game of all Games.  LifeBlood Deep. 

So! I’m Sorry to say That’s how i’m wrapping up this post, I hope you guys choose to read this Trilogy it’s truly awesome really it is. Now before you go running to the store to get this book, I’d strongly advise giving your parents a heads up! Here this website will help!

Oh one last thing this book, its really meant for teens but The author rated it for 12+ But I don’t know I read the first 2 books and I really didn’t see anything that makes it so, maybe it’s the style of writing…. I mean It’s kindda hard for the younger ones to understand I guess. Well anyway just wanted to say!

Btw if your wondering what I was calling Michael, Bryson and Sarah those are their Game ID’s you have to make one when you first enter The Sleep. 

See ya! 🙂



Michael spoke against the wind, to a girl named Tanya.

“I know it’s water down there, but it might as well be concrete. You’ll be flat as a pancake the second you hit.”

Not the most comforting choice of words when talking to someone who wanted to end her life, but it was certainly the truth. Tanya had just climbed over the railing of the Golden Gate Bridge, cars zooming by on the road, and was leaning back toward the open air, her twitchy hands holding on to a pole wet with mist. Even if somehow Michael could talk her out of jumping, those slippery fingers might get the job done anyway. And then it’d be lights-out. He pictured some poor sap of a fisherman thinking he’d finally caught the big one, only to reel in a nasty surprise.

“Stop joking,” the trembling girl responded. “It’s not a game—not anymore.”

Michael was inside the VirtNet—the Sleep, to people who went in as often as he did. He was used to seeing scared people there. A lot of them. Yet underneath the fear was usually the knowing. Knowing deep down that no matter what was happening in the Sleep, it wasn’t real.

Not with Tanya. Tanya was different. At least, her Aura, her computer-simulated counterpart, was. Her Aura had this bat-crazy look of pure terror on her face, and it suddenly gave Michael chills—made him feel like he was the one hovering over that long drop to death. And Michael wasn’t a big fan of death, fake or not.

“It is a game, and you know it,” he said louder than he’d wanted to—he didn’t want to startle her. But a cold wind had sprung up, and it seemed to grab his words and whisk them down to the bay. “Get back over here and let’s talk. We’ll both get our Experience Points, and we can go explore the city, get to know each other. Find some crazies to spy on. Maybe even hack some free food from the shops. It’ll be good times. And when we’re done, we’ll find you a Portal, and you can Lift back home. Take a break from the game for a while.”

“This has nothing to do with Lifeblood!” Tanya screamed at him. The wind pulled at her clothes, and her dark hair fanned out behind her like laundry on a line. “Just go away and leave me alone. I don’t want your pretty-boy face to be the last thing I see.”

Michael thought of Lifeblood Deep, the next level, the goal of all goals. Where everything was a thousand times more real, more advanced, more intense. He was three years away from earning his way inside. Maybe two. But right then he needed to talk this dopey girl out of jumping to her date with the fishes or he’d be sent back to the Suburbs for a week, making Lifeblood Deep that much further away.

“Okay, look …” He was trying to choose his words carefully, but he’d already made a pretty big mistake and knew it. Going out of character and using the game itself as a reason for her to stop what she was doing meant he’d be docked points big-time. And it was all about the points. But this girl was legitimately starting to scare him. It was that face—pale and sunken, as if she’d already died.

“Just go away!” she yelled. “You don’t get it. I’m trapped here. Portals or no Portals. I’m trapped! He won’t let me Lift!”

Michael wanted to scream right back at her—she was talking nonsense. A dark part of him wanted to say forget it, tell her she was a loser, let her nosedive. She was being so stubborn—it wasn’t like any of it was really happening. It’s just a game. He had to remind himself of that all the time.

But he couldn’t mess this up. He needed the points. “All right. Listen.” He took a step back, held his hands up like he was trying to calm a scared animal. “We just met—give it some time. I promise I won’t do anything nutty. You wanna jump, I’ll let you jump. But at least talk to me. Tell me why.”

Tears lined her cheeks; her eyes had gone red and puffy. “Just go away. Please.” Her voice had taken on the softness of defeat. “I’m not messing around here. I’m done with this—all of this!”

“Done? Okay, that’s fine to be done. But you don’t have to screw it up for me, too, right?” Michael figured maybe it was okay to talk about the game after all, since she was using it as her reason to end it—to check out of the Virtual-Flesh-and-Bones Hotel and never come back. “Seriously. Walk back to the Portal with me, Lift yourself, do it the right way. You’re done with the game, you’re safe, I get my points. Ain’t that the happiest ending you ever heard of?”

“I hate you,” she spat. Literally. A spray of misty saliva. “I don’t even know you and I hate you. This has nothing to do with Lifeblood!”

“Then tell me what it does have to do with.” He said it kindly, trying to keep his composure. “You’ve got all day to jump. Just give me a few minutes. Talk to me, Tanya.”

She buried her head in the crook of her right arm. “I just can’t do it anymore.” She whimpered and her shoulders shook, making Michael worry about her grip again. “I can’t.”

Some people are just weak, he thought, though he wasn’t stupid enough to say it.

Lifeblood was by far the most popular game in the VirtNet. Yeah, you could go off to some nasty battlefield in the Civil War or fight dragons with a magic sword, fly spaceships, explore the freaky love shacks. But that stuff got old quick. In the end, nothing was more fascinating than bare-bones, dirt-in-your-face, gritty, get-me-out-of-here real life. Nothing. And there were some, like Tanya, who obviously couldn’t handle it. Michael sure could. He’d risen up its ranks almost as quickly as legendary gamer Gunner Skale.

“Come on, Tanya,” he said. “How can it hurt to talk to me? And if you’re going to quit, why would you want to end your last game by killing yourself so violently?”

Her head snapped up and she looked at him with eyes so hard he shivered again.

“Kaine’s haunted me for the last time,” she said. “He can’t just trap me here and use me for an experiment—sic the KillSims on me. I’m gonna rip my Core out.”

Those last words changed everything. Michael watched in horror as Tanya tightened her grip on the pole with one hand, then reached up with the other and started digging into her own flesh.

Michael forgot the game, forgot the points. The situation had gone from annoying to actual life-and-death. In all his years of playing, he’d never seen someone code out their Core, destroying the barrier device within the Coffin that kept the virtual world and the real world separate in their mind.

“Stop that!” he yelled, one foot already on the railing. “Stop!”

He jumped down onto the catwalk on the outer edge of the bridge and froze. He was just a few feet from her now, and he wanted to avoid any quick movements that might cause her to panic. Holding his hands out, he took a small step toward her.

“Don’t do that,” Michael said as softly as he could in the biting wind.

Tanya kept digging into her right temple. She’d peeled back pieces of her skin; a stream of blood from the wound quickly covered her hands and the side of her face in red gore. A look of terrifying calmness had come over her, as if she had no concept of what she was doing to herself, though Michael knew well enough that she was busy hacking the code.

“Stop coding for one second!” Michael shouted. “Would you just talk about this before you rip your freaking Core out? You know what that means.”

“Why do you care so much?” she responded, so quietly that Michael had to read her lips to understand. But at least she’d stopped digging.

Michael just stared. Because she had stopped digging and was now reaching inside the torn mass of flesh with her thumb and forefinger. “You just want your Experience Points,” she said. Slowly, she pulled out a small metallic chip slick with blood.

“I’ll forfeit my points,” Michael said, trying to hide his fear and disgust. “I swear. You can’t mess around anymore, Tanya. Code that thing back in and come talk to me. It’s not too late.”

She held up the visual manifestation of the Core, gazed at it with fascination. “Don’t you see the irony in all this?” she asked. “If it weren’t for my coding skills, I probably wouldn’t even know who Kaine was.



The Eye of Minds

Book #1

The rule of thoughts2

The Rule Thoughts

Book #2

The Game of lives

The Game of Lives 

Book #3

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An Exclusive story from the view point of The legendary Gunner Skale! The best player in The VirtNet!


Wings of Fire

Listen to the peace of the night,

The moon’s beam a ghostly light.

The glow of Fireflies as they float and swim,

As though they were in the ocean’s depths their glows cozy and dim.

As they float calmly in a group,

A moving shadow whisps and stoops.

The flap of its wings like a glove in the breeze,

It stoops and lands, killing many with ease.

As it sails away,

a sudden spark.

And the smell of burning bark,

A slinking fox stalks near.

It’s greed to kill and spead fear,

Along side with curiosity as it nears.

Suddenly a flame roars,

As it devours the surrounding floor.

The grass shriveling and graying,

But the fire continued its slaying.

Making the fox race away in pain,

Soon the fire was huge.

Attacking everything that couldent move,

Its flames greedily eating away.

Burning until the land was scorched and grey,

Full of ash and decay.

But the fire did not last forever,

As though they were summoned, many  storm clouds rolled in as big as ever.

They released their burden at once,

And it rained like it hadn’t in months.

The stubborn fire shrinking with a sizzling rasp,

Releaving the forest from its deadly grasp.

As the fire died the rain soon ceased,

The clouds being pulled away in the slight breeze.

Leaving rain trailing in its wake,

The rain saved the forest and now.

Was headed for another,

To release it from the Wings of Fire..……


The Past is not Today

The echo of my past was all I could hear,

Through the haunted wails that filled my eyes tears.

I felt them fall like the leaves of the autumn tree,

All I felt was pain that, I’d never be free.

Of those haunted wails that hit me like hail,

A jarring reminder of the one’s whom I failed.

Watching their lives drain away,

Was too much a pain to tuck away.

I felt it tear everything inside,

Every emotion drained and dry.

My eyes a dull mass of marble,

reflecting the past that made my life crumble.

I sighed and dropped to the ground,

If it wasn’t there I’m sure I would have drowned.

For there wasn’t a way I could save myself,

If I couldn’t save a friend who was desperate himself.

This was how it had been since those terrible times,

How could I live with myself commiting those terrible crimes?

I shook my head to clear it all,

But did so in vain for they would never fall.

The more I banished them the more vivid they became,

I knew from the moment I Iost control that nothing would ever be the same.

That heavy weight of guilt and shame,

But I have to learn to live with it because…

My Past is not Today………

Copyright Bushra Alkhatib 2:41 PM Saturday