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| Ayzek | Mar 5 2015, 05:08 AM Post #1 | |
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GREETINGS DESCENDANT, IF YOU ARE READING THIS TEXT, AND UNDERSTANDING NONE OF IT, THEN IT IS SAFE TO ASSUME THAT WE, IT'S CREATORS, HAVE NOT SURVIVED. A SHAME, REALLY. THOUGH, WE LIKELY BROUGHT IT UPON OURSELVES, WITH OUR CONSTANT BICKERING OVER MATTERS NOW OLD AND BETTER FORGOTTEN. EVEN IN OUR TIME, THESE THINGS SHOULD'VE BEEN LEFT BEHIND—ON EARTH. I DOUBT YOU'LL UNDERSTAND MY WRITINGS, BUT, NONETHELESS, I SHALL RELATE TO YOU A STORY. A STORY OF YOUR ANCESTORS. AS YOU SHOULD'VE WELL DISCOVERED, YOU HUMANS—IF YOU ARE HUMAN—ARE NOT NATIVE TO THIS PLANET. YOU COME FROM THE STARS, FROM OUTER SPACE: FROM EARTH. EARTH, AH EARTH. THE NAVIGATION COMPUTER TELLS ME IT IS AN AWE-INSPIRING 122.48 LIGHT-YEARS FROM THIS PLACE. 122.48 LIGHT-YEARS. IT TOOK US OVER 1500 YEARS TO REACH THIS ROCK. WE LEFT THE EARTH, ALL HALF-MILLION OF US THAT MADE IT, IN FOUR WAVES, SEPARATED EACH BY ABOUT FOUR YEARS. QUITE FAST! CONSIDERING THAT EACH SHIP WAS A COOPERATIVE EFFORT BETWEEN THE NATIONS OF THE WORLD. OF COURSE, THERE WERE THOSE THAT DIDN'T PARTICIPATE, AND I'M SAD TO SAY THOSE CULTURES HAVE NOT SURVIVED—THEY'RE COMPLETELY GONE; MORE ON THAT LATER. OF COURSE, THE AMERICANS MADE UP THE MAJORITY OF THE COLONIZING POPULATION, THEM PROVIDING THE MOST FUNDING AND ALL. BASTARD AMERICANS; THEY ABUSED THEIR RICHES TO THE VERY END. BUT I DIGRESS. THE WORLD'S GOVERNMENTS BANDED TOGETHER TO GET AS MANY OF US AS POSSIBLE OFF EARTH BEFORE IT HAPPENED. YOU SEE, WE HAD ABUSED OUR WORLD SO TERRIBLY OVER THE AGES THAT IT WAS NOW OLD, WEAK, AND ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE. THE SEAS LEVELS WERE OUTRAGEOUSLY HIGH LEADING UP TO THE ICE AGE (YES, OUR WORLD FROZE OVER). WE'D ALSO KILLED SO MANY TREES OVER THE YEARS THAT THE OXYGEN LEVELS OF THE WORLD WERE SLOWLY DESCENDING TO DANGEROUS LEVELS. HOW SILLY OUR ANCESTORS WERE, TO WATCH IN SILENCE AS THE WORLD AROUND THEM DESCENDED INTO CHAOS; I SURE HOPE YOU, DESCENDANT, WON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES. IN THE LAST FEW DECADES BEFORE THE ICE AGE FINALLY REACHED FULL STRENGTH, THE GOVERNMENTS BUILT AS MANY SHIPS AS POSSIBLE AND THREW THEM IN ALL POSSIBLE DIRECTIONS. THE LAST UPDATE WE RECEIVED ON THE SUBJECT REPORTED THAT AN AMAZING 21 SHIPS WERE LAUNCHED, AT SIX DIFFERENT "EARTH-LIKE" PLANETS IN THE NEAR COSMOS. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE THERE ARE CREATIVES RELATED TO YOU, THAT DESCENDED FROM US. OF COURSE, THEY MAY HAVE INSTEAD DIED OUT. IT COULD'VE WENT EITHER WAY, REALLY. SOME OF US ON THE SHIPS HAD HOPES THAT, WITH HUMANITY'S SEEDS SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE GALAXY, HUMANITY ON EARTH WOULD MANAGE TO SORT ITSELF OUT, TO BUILD A FINE EXAMPLE FOR THE REST OF US OF WHAT A UNIFIED RACE COULD DO. BOY, WERE WE DISAPPOINTED. AS THE PLANET'S CONDITION WORSENED, THE RUSSIANS INVADED THE MIDDLE EAST. THAT UNLEASHED HELL! PRODUCTION OF THE 23RD AND 24TH COLONY SHIPS CEASED. THE 22ND, WHICH WAS TO BE LAUNCHED LATER THAT YEAR, WAS DESTROYED. THE RUSSIANS HAD TIRED TO SEIZE IT, BUT THE AMERICANS WOULD HAVE NONE OF THAT AND DE-ORBITED THE STATION. IT MUST'VE BEEN QUITE A SIGHT: OVER FIVE-HUNDRED METRIC TONS OF HUMANITY'S FINEST ENGINEERING BURNING TO A HUSK IN THE ATMOSPHERE. IF, ONE DAY, YOU VENTURE OFF THIS PLANET, AND FIND, IN THE WIDE RANGE OF THE COSMOS, A BLUE PLANET, MAKE SURE TO SURVEY THE OCEANS. YOU MIGHT FIND THE SHIP'S REMAINS AND BE THAT MUCH CLOSER TO LEARNING YOUR CIVILIZATION'S HISTORY. BUT BACK ON TOPIC; THE AMERICANS SUNK THE SHIP, THE RUSSIANS WERE POURING INTO THE MIDDLE EAST. THE UNITED NATIONS WAS HELPLESS TO STOP THE PLANET'S DESCEND INTO ANARCHY. WARS BROKE OUT ACROSS THE PLANET AS EVERYONE STRUGGLED TO REACH WARMER LANDS. IT ENDED WITH THE UNTHINKABLE. THE CHINESE USED A NUCLEAR WARHEAD TO PUSH THE RUSSIANS BACK, AND THEY REPLIED IN KIND. THE AMERICANS—IN THEIR EVER SO SELF-RIGHTEOUS SPIRIT—LEVELED MOSCOW WITH THEIR SATELLITES, AND THE ENTIRE RUSSIAN NUCLEAR ARSENAL WAS RELEASED INTO THE WORLD... THEN THE AMERICAN, THE CHINESE, THE INDIAN... THEY ALL JUMPED IN. BERLIN, BEIJING, BRASILIA, LONDON, LOS ANGELES, PARIS, NEW DELHI, NEW YORK... [[This seemed to be a list of sort; too long to include]] ... TOKYO, WASHINGTON; ALL WIPED OUT. AN ESTIMATED SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT OF THE WORLD'S POPULATION DEAD OVERNIGHT. THE ICE AGE FINISHED OFF CIVILIZATION AS WE KNEW IT. THE EQUATORIAL STATE COULD NOT HANDLE THE INFLUX OF PEOPLE—NOR THE WIDESPREAD FLOW OF RADIATION AND CONSEQUENT NUCLEAR WINTER, REALLY—AND DESCENDED INTO ANARCHY. IT MADE ME UNBEARABLY SAD TO READ THE UPDATES THEY KEPT STREAMING TO US. THE LAST ONE THEY SENT WAS "WELL, WE FUCKED UP BIG TIME. I SURE AS HECK HOPE YOU GUYS OUT THERE CAN DO BETTER. GOD BLESS YOU." SILLY AMERICANS, ALWAYS VULGAR. THE ONE FROM THE SPANIARDS WAS FAR MORE HEARTWARMING, "LO SENTIMOS, NUESTROS HIJOS. QUE CONOZCAN PAZ EN LAS ESTRELLAS." SILLY SPANISH, WITH THEIR ROMANTICISM. OTHER CULTURES SENT SOME AS WELL, BUT I, UNFORTUNATELY, COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THEM, AND THIS CONTRAPTION REFUSES NON-LATIN CHARACTERS. BUT YOU GET THE POINT, CORRECT? HUMANITY ON EARTH WIPED ITSELF OFF THE FACE OF THE PLANET, ENTRUSTING IT'S LEGACY TO IT'S SPACE-FARING CHILDREN (IT HAD A FEW OTHER LOCAL COLONIES, BUT THEY WERE STILL DEPENDENT ON THE EARTH, SO I QUESTION IF THEY SURVIVED). AND THAT WAS THE LAST WE HEARD OF EARTH...AND WHAT MANY OF US THOUGHT WOULD BE THE BEGINNING OF UNITY FOR THE SURVIVING HUMAN RACE. IT'S SILLY HOW HOPEFUL AND IDEALISTIC WE CAN BE. I'M FRANKLY SURPRISED WE CAN HAVE SUCH HOPES CONSIDERING HOW RUTHLESS AND DESTRUCTIVE WE REALLY ARE. DURING THE WAR, OUR COMMANDERS AT HOME ORDERED SOME US IN THE SHIP SECURITY FORCES TO WIPE OUT THE "ENEMY" POPULATIONS. OBVIOUSLY, I REFUSED; THAT WOULD BE TOO CRUEL, TO WIPE OUT HUMANITY'S LAST HOPE FOR SURVIVAL. UNFORTUNATELY, THE COMMANDERS OF THE OTHER SHIPS WERE FAR MORE NARROW-MINDED. AT LEAST A FIFTH OF OUR POPULATION WAS WIPED OUT MID-FLIGHT, AND WHAT WAS PRECARIOUS BALANCED AT LAUNCH WOEFULLY LOPSIDED AT TOUCHDOWN. SOME CULTURES HAVE STILL NOT RECOVERED FROM THE DAMAGE DONE TO THEM, WHILE OTHERS WERE FULLY WIPED OUT. NEEDLESS TO SAY, THERE WERE HURT FEELING WHEN WE REGROUPED ON THE PLANET. HURT FEELINGS THAT I FEEL WILL COME TO HAUNT US ONE DAY. — CAPTAIN EDWARD TAYLOR, UNITED NATIONS AEROSPACE GUARD UNS - QUEEN ELIZABETH II SECURITY FORCES 15 JANUARY, 4,236 C.E. Somewhere within District 1 15 January 4236 C.E. "Curious report, sir." Captain Edward Taylor raised an eyebrow, glancing at the Lieutenant a foot behind him. The Hoverlite behind the man—brightly illuminating the hard, stone wall on which Edward's report now rested—made it difficult to see the Lieutenant's face. "Indeed?" Edward said, focusing forward instead. The screen hovering silently in front of him awaited commands and, after a few of the captain's taps and slides, blinked away as the engraving machine flew back into Edward's grip. "I tried my best." He chuckled lightly, sliding the machine into his bag as he reread his work. He'd taken a day off in order to carve it himself. Three years and nine months after landfall, he felt the fledgling city could survive a day without him. "I feel you're right," the Lieutenant said, running his eyes over the final paragraphs. "It's only a matter of time before the atrocities committed in flight come to a head." "Indeed," the captain replied. He gestured away from the wall—towards the path the brought them here. Behind their flashlight was nothing but darkness. It was a deep one. "You've seen how difficult some leaders are being in the conferences. It's obvious they won't bear fruit, and instead leave us fractured." As Captain of the UNS–Queen Elizabeth II, Edward was involved in the negotiations between the various elected leaders who were attempting to form a united colonial government. After all, they were alone on this planet, unable to turn to an established power to help them should they come across trouble. Though a few supply packages had been sent from Earth after the colonial waves, it was unlikely they were packed with enough material to be of real use—especially not after they began concentrated growth. "I can't say I blame them," the Lieutenant replied, leading the way. "Their countrymen have been murdered in cold blood, after all." Edward nodded. Though he himself had steadfast refused to comply with orders to execute all non-Allied persons on his ship, some of his fellow officers hadn't been so humanist. Nearly a hundred-million people on this expedition alone had the plug pulled on their stasis pod—a silent death with no chance of survival. Or even the chance to resist. Several hundred millions more died on the other expeditions—the ships heading towards other stars. "That cult is also gaining ground," continued the Lieutenant. "That Andromeda fellows." "Jonas Carter," Edward returned, nodding. "Hadarism, he called it?" "Indeed. They've been causing more and more trouble lately. Rumor has it they're behind the explosion downtown a few days ago. A bunch of clowns, I say. A ship talking to a man?" The Lieutenant chortled. "Outrageous." "He's too influential now, unfortunately," the captain returned. "Even arresting him may spark a riot." "Regrettably." Edward let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. As he and his junior turned a corner, light appeared ahead of them. Though behind another turn, it nonetheless pressured the flashlight to dim, before completely fading away until the two men came directly the sunlight. He could see the planet's twin moons ahead of them—outside the entrance, among a sea of sparse clouds slowly sailing through the sky. He took a deep breath as they came under its domain. He'd always liked the outdoors, especially out in the untouched wilderness. The air was fresher there. Indeed, Oracia was still untouched by man. Their settlements were few, though not far in between—excluding the populations from the other ships, of course, which landed elsewhere on the planet. New Amsterdam, the capital of District 1, was quite a ways away—Edward could scarcely see its glass towers reflecting the light in the horizon. "What a beautiful planet," he muttered. Edited by Ayzek, Jan 15 2016, 01:02 AM.
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| Ayzek | Mar 17 2015, 07:57 PM Post #2 | |
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New Antwerp, District 1 17 January 4236 C.E. "Heeeeyyy kids!" said a bubbly voice. "Good morning to you, oh-hohohoho!" The cerulean figure on the screen was just as bloated, though nonetheless managed to dance in place—its stubby arms flailing excitedly as its feet kicked into a blur. There was a perpetual grin on its face, though it didn't reach its green-cored eyes. It was only a cartoon, ultimately. "Are you all ready for today's adventure?" it continued. It stopped flailing about, though still danced loosely in place. "I hooopppee so, 'cause we've a big, big day ahead of us! Oh-hohohoho!!" It giggled. Only a child could appreciate that image. "Dad. Dad, this is horrible. Please put on something more exciting." Edward chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his son towards him by the arm. "Oh, come on, Shiloh, you used to love this show." "Yeah, maybe when I was four." The boy struggled out of his father's grip, though instead simply earned having his hair roughly pet. "Cooommee on, Dadd!" Again, Edward laughed. He let his son go, nonetheless, and even handed him the remote. "Can't say there'll be much to watch though," he said. Though the colonization was going well, they weren't at a point where they could dedicate resources to recreational consumption. The vast majority of shows and movies that aired were simply material they brought from Earth. "I know," Shiloh replied, shrugging as he worked the device. "Anything'd be better than freaken Barley though." Edward rolled his eyes. He stayed silent as his son selected a different show—a Japanese one, he was sure. Giant robots were quick to take over the screen, along with bright laser lights and fiery explosions. Edward sighed as his son disappeared into the horizon. "I'm going to go help your mother," he muttered. He patted his son on the head before leaving the living room. A Sunday morning, the system's two suns were still close to the horizon. The spacious front yard and large, wall-height windows gave it ample room to shine into their home, however. The kitchen especially. An open window even allowed a cool breeze to carry the aroma of breakfast further into the house. Everyone loved the smell of bacon, and Edward was no exception. "Smells delicious," he said, entering the kitchen. His wife was over the stove, the bacon sizzling alongside a pan of vegetabled eggs. Edward was quick to wrap his arms around her waist and look over her shoulders, taking in both her scent and of that of breakfast. "Need any help, honey?" "We're out of bread," she replied, shortly. Edward scowled. "But I haven't even had my coffee," he cried. He pressed his lips against her neck. "Let's send Shiloh instead." His wife—Victoria—rolled her eyes. "How mature of you." "Adult, actually." He chuckled. |
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