--I figured, hey, why don't I try writing a story too?

BEGIN LOG FILES
June 27th, 2007 - Just another day in the life for Sergeant Jacob D. Michaels. Between keeping his mind busy with the safety of his men and making sure he didn't get shot by any of the insurgent bastards, he had little time to consider much else but military strategy. Surrounding himself with history books documenting past wars, technical information about every kind of vehicle or weapon he could get his hands on, and documents outlining some of the most successful military strategies employed today, Michaels had a good grasp on how to effectively command a squad. Unfortunately, his military mind wasn't put to good use because of where he was currently located.

Out in the middle of Nowhereland, Iraq, Michaels didn't have much to worry about. An occasional truck full of insurgents would drive by from time to time, and his snipers took care of them in good time. That's not to say it's completely dull, though. Two weeks ago, they nearly had a nice little tea party with a hatchback loaded full of explosives. Thankfully, he had a rocketeer on hand who took care of the bomb-ridden vehicle.

Michaels didn't have any family back home, he never married and his parents had already died in a car crash when he was 19. That was a year ago. The military is what Michaels lives for now, what else is there?

June 29th, 2007 - Astronomers have recently spotted strange rockets and other objects floating through space, though they are too far away to be seen.

July 2nd, 2007 - The objects have gotten closer. They appear to be white and orange, and the rockets seem to be miniaturized versions of rockets countries currently use.

July 7th, 2007 - Reports of missing military personnel have been coming from all over the world, and from every army.

July 8th, 2007 - Sergeant Jacob D. Michaels is reported missing.

July 9th, 2007 - The earth appears to be cooling down rapidly.

January 1st, 2008 - The last remaining humans have been confirmed dead, and the earth has been successfully harvested for resources.
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--This is just the beginning kiddies, more will come soon.

... What happened?
All I remember was seeing some sort of ship and then...
Oh my God.
I can't feel my arms... or my legs... or my body...
Am I... dead?
No, you are far from it.
What the? Who are you?! Why are you in my-
Brain? That's a bit of a long story. You may want to know why you're here.
Well of course I do, tell m-
Certainly. You have been brought here for your military mind.
My military mind... I haven't been in any major battles though!
That does not matter, we do not base our criteria on past achievements. You are a very smart person, Mr. Michaels.
Well, thank you I guess, but... why can't I feel my body?
That's because it does not exist anymore.
WHAT!?
We said we were interested in your mind... and that's all we were interested in. Would you like to see what you are now?
Do I want to?
Let's say you do.
-Optical systems activating... Done
-Initiating brain link... Done
What the... is that thing... me?
Correct, that is your brain, and that is all of you now. Your body did not meet the criteria we have set for DNA harvesting.
Wait, ok, I still feel a little overwhelmed by all this right now, but who is "we?"
The master council of brains.
And you are?
We are the greatest minds of the world. We have been developing a way of existence that throws off the restrictions of our mortal bodies, and we finally found it.
That is?
Encasing our cerebral cortex in a bulletproof outer shell filled with fluids that keep us functioning.
So, you stuffed our brains in jars?
If you want to put it so crudely.
Right, how many others are there like me?
208, you included.
And how many are there in master council?
Eight.
And you're names are?
That is not relevant.
Ok, so what do I have to do?
We are going to be harvesting resources from other planets.
And how does this concern me?
There are... threats.
Like?
Other civilizations are trying to harvest resources from the planets we have targeted as the most profitable.
And...
And, they are hostile.
How can I fight them when I'm... this?
You can't. You can control our armies though.
Through commands?
Through direct control. Remember the brain link to the camera?
Yes...
Well, our army is composed of clones, all mindless and ready to do your every bidding.
Oh, this sounds fun.
It should be for you, Mr. Michaels. One thing though...
Here comes the catch.
You have to be within five miles of the clones to control them, so-
I have to be down there, nice and vulnerable, right?
Right. Fun, eh?
Loads.

--Not very blood and guts, yet.

[i]-Initiating brain link... Done
-BLOS v2.1
C:\> cd C:\system
C:\system> textedit.exe
***BLOS TextEdit***
Date: Day 23, Year 1.

Well, here I am, a floating brain in a jar. It's been 23 days since "Year 1" started, that is, the earth was destroyed. I'm to be deployed to a planet for my first job tomorrow, and I'm a little anxious about it all. I've gone through the brain to clone link training, and it's actually pretty cool. It's interesting living in someone else's body, or at least the feeling of it. I've befriended a few of the other "guys" and we have clone fights every night. I nearly won yesterday, but Brain #45 won the grand prize: 1,350 ounces. I've got 600 ounces assigned to me. Despite the fact that we are military leaders, we have to pay for all of our equipment... oh well, I guess that's capitalism for you.
CTRL-S
C:\Diary\Entry1.txt
Saved.
Quit.

Have I inspired you?

I like it thus far, looks like it will be grand.

Actually, yes.

My username should be fixed momentarily... for some reason the e stopped existing.

EDIT: That was easy.

Ooo. Nice, yet another look at the possible ways CC came to be.

Alright, more stuff typed up and added.

Lookin' pretty good NFS.
On the origin of Cortex Command: A look into the past, the present and the future
NfsJunkie91

MORE WE IS NEED MORE OF LOTS LIKE!

A bit more has been written. I don't know if this will be as action packed as the other stories, but it might be.