Chapter 1 - Genesis
- Year: 2110 AD
My name is Nick and I am a member of the Human Genesis group. Well, more like a 'volunteer?;' during my senior year of high school, they set up a flier detailing how they'd pay people 230 Credits just to check my DNA! No brainer, right? Then after they check my DNA, they offered me a job just to stand around and literally do nothing, but stay relatively healthy and alive? Hell yeah! So after graduating, I accepted the offer.
Apparently, Human Genesis (a subsidiary of JNX Corp.) is an 'extinction prevention eco-group' dedicated to preserving the human race from total obliteration, like an astronomic disaster or if someone really fucks up and instigates a third Corporate War that somehow becomes apocalyptic. Cheery. They were searching for individuals with good, stable genes that have low chances of mutations to provide DNA to make Genetiplasm Clones and maybe help repopulate if things really get dicey and I, apparently, fit the bill.
Don't get fooled, though, I'm no jock. I'm what I like to call, an 'average Joe with a bit of nerdy tendencies.'
When I first began, it was super easy; it was kinda like a vacation in a really extravagant hotel, but I got paid to stay there! I wasn't the only one in Facility 13, though. There were twelve of us. Six guys and six girls, excluding the people and researchers running the place. We got along well enough, even though we couldn't 'fraternize' with our fellow Thirteeners, so we wouldn't have kids too early (though Nano Anti-Contraception was all the rage at the time...). That was a shame since there was a Mexican girl named Rosa who I felt like I had a connection with... Oh well...
After several months at Facility 13, the science guys call us all in to perform a test run to see if the Cellular Stasis Pods worked or not. I found it all suspicious since everyone but us seemed more nerve-wracked than usual, but then again, they probably didn't want to accidentally kill one of us in this test.
As I went under, I thought of the likelihood of the world actually going to shit. I chuckled to myself, Not likely...
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- Year:???? AD
I woke up way groggier than I thought I would be.
"Ugh, my aching everything..."
I walked for a few seconds before I vomited. That's not normal. The whole place seemed deserted for some reason. I checked the other pods, but they were far too opaque to actually see anything.
Something is definitely not right... I thought.
I went through the hallway that lead to the Central Q-Com for the whole facility, but as I walked, something felt off. It was my left arm; it seemed to be slightly heavier and looks like I was wearing a metal gauntlet.
I don't remember putting this on before...
I got nervous and started to speed walk down the hall to the Q-Com room. Once there I attempted to log in, which took a couple of tries for some reason. I tried to search through the files but they all seemed corrupted.
I typed in where the HG subjects were located (we all had GPS chips), but all I got was ERROR. I searched through the files for the Cellular Stasis Pod files, which finally got me somewhere. I checked for the other Thirteeners; but all I got was DECEASED. That wasn't right. I checked Lee, S: DECEASED. Martinez, R.: DECEASED. I checked them all again. Again and again. DECEASED. I vomited again. The pods' opaqueness...
I checked my name and I got a MALFUNCTION. I went through the resulting report. Apparently the pod only slightly fucked up; my left arm atrophied while under, but the Q-Com saw fit to amputate the arm and give me a cybernetic prosthetic. I understandably fainted.
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Time must've passed by, because when I came to several of the room's lights had been turned off, either to save electricity or from the place going to hell. I got up from the chair and wandered the halls aimlessly for a while. But I refused to go into that room. It was a tomb of the friends that I lost, so I promptly locked it.
I got angry. I mean really ANGRY. I began to yell, "WHAT THE FUCK!! They think they can get away with killing my friends? Of leaving us behind? To hell with that and them!" I stormed around the facility, gathering supplies. I needed to leave this place. I know it sounds stupid, but I needed answers and despite how big Facility 13 actually was, I just couldn't stay there. I gathered several Vac-Packed food packs, a few bottles of water, a few pairs of clean clothes, a couple of Medi-Packs into a shoulder bag after I got into some proper clothes (JNX Corp. brand Breezy Shirt and Pants, a track suit over that, an extra large jacket over that and a pair of shoes). I dug around the Security Wing and got a stun baton, a survival knife, and one Shock Rifle.
I never had to use a pseudo-firearm before, let alone an actual gun, but I thought, How hard could it be?
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I finally got outside to see the weirdest shit: a forest. What the actual fuck was a forest doing here? Where a city used to sit? Where did all the buildings go? The people? I had another bad feeling in my gut, but I ignored it in favor of moving forward. As I walked through the forest, I could see the skeletons of the city from under the overgrowth: moss-covered manhole covers, trees sprouted from nigh-destroyed buildings, and a statue of a mounted cavalryman stood slightly leaning backwards.
I stood and listened to the birds. At least I'm not on another planet... But how long have I been out?