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As history goes, the Earth’s environment was on its last leg. Mankind was using fossil fuels, electricity, and dumping waste; polluting to no end, as we have always done in order to survive. The oceans, lakes, and rivers were drying up, causing lust tropical areas to turn into desolate deserts, and the deserts to become so inhabitable that even rocks couldn’t withstand the heat for more than a month before melting into lava. Our entire world was turning into a replica of Mars, only much hotter due to the greenhouse gases. Animals and plants were going extinct. Even a cockroach couldn’t survive. The polar ice caps were gone, along with the Eskimos who had once inhabited the far northern areas of the North American continent. The air was so hot that if you were to go out without some type of body suit to keep you cool, your bare flesh would start to bake like a Thanksgiving turkey in an oven, your clothes would catch fire almost instantly, every hair on your body would be singed, and you would experience a very agonizing death.
Water was, on average, $34.75 a gallon, and gas was about $230.97 per gallon, regular. Food was so scarce that people had reverted back to the old hunter/gatherer ways of ancient times due to the ridiculous cost of living, and some even turned to cannibalism. Eventually, governments died out due to anarchy and uprisings. But even with this violent reaction, things only continued to get worse. Civilizations all across the globe grew wild and unruly. Bloody vengeance could be easily carried out. There was rape and pillaging, families were torn apart, and many times turned against one another. Brother became nemesis, neighbor became stranger, and the one in the mirror became number one on everyone’s list of priorities. The dead were left unburied; rotting corpses filled the streets, allowing the unmistakable stench of decay to fill the air. Moral value was a thing of the past, and religion no longer mattered to anyone. Even priests and nuns had lost their faith and abandoned the church.
One day, the United Nations planned a project. Their mission was to gather every piece of technological equipment, any metal that could be found, and any resource that could be used. They hired scientists, astronomers and engineers, and build an ark that would take as many people as it could fit to a new world. It was a gamble that they were willing to bet on; everyone was desperate for the survival of mankind. The government decided to build facilities all across the world, including, but not limited to, Tokyo, Japan; Auschwitz, Germany; Eglin Air Force Base (Fort Walton, FL); Watertown, NY; Boston, MA; Hong Kong, China; South Korea; Honolulu, Hawaii; Fort Rucker (Enterprise, AL); Fort Hood (TX); and many more. This monumental project was named Noah’s Ark and took 20 years to fabricate. On February 7, 2675, it was finally complete. All that had to be done was to have all the parts shipped to Washington D.C. for assembly. This took 10 months to complete. When it was finished, the Ark stood 6 miles high, and 15 miles wide.
Then one day, U.S. Government astronomers discovered a colossal meteor headed towards Earth that was destined to hit in the Atlantic Ocean. At the speed it was heading, the Earth would be completely obliterated by the impact. The estimated date of impact was around July 18, 2683, giving them 7 years to prepare the Ark for liftoff. It would take 3 years for the Ark to gather energy from the Sun for ascent, an estimated year to turn on every aspect of it, 2 weeks to run tests, and a month to check and troubleshoot for any technical difficulties, which amounts to a total of about 4 years and 1.5 months. Yet still it would take 3 months to supply it with food and water for passengers, and 8 months for boarding, including all the paperwork and background information of every single person who could afford a spot and who chose to go on board. A spot for one adult was $2,500, for children 12 and under it was $1,000, for children 13-17 the cost was $1,800, for seniors 50 and older the price was $500. The Ark could board up to 350,000 passengers, 5,000 of which were to be members of the U.N. and those who worked for them.
Things took longer than expected once it got started. Everything wasn’t completed until October of 2682, and there was still the process of boarding passengers to complete. Once this was done, the apocalyptic impact of the meteor was only 3 weeks away. So they decided to skip the background checks on the potential passengers and just collect the fees for boarding. Any extra spots were filled by random women and children. Finally, on July 16, 2683, the Ark was ready for liftoff.
About 200 miles out of Earth’s atmosphere, a meteor that made the Ark look like a speck of dust passed by, heading straight towards Earth. They were very lucky to take off right before the meteor made impact. It had arrived two days earlier than expected. As passengers looked outside the windows, the Earth busted like an eggshell, molten metal spread out into space, and silently the Earth was destroyed. Everyone was put into sleeping cells that were designed to preserve the human body until the Ark had landed somewhere. This was 623 years ago. The discovery of Arctica was almost 300 years after liftoff, on April 28, 2940.
Arctica is one of the 39 moons of a gaseous planet. Its orbit around the planet is very slow compared to the Earth’s moon, taking it 132 fiscal years to make a complete orbit. Arctica is slowly moving away from its planet. A full day here lasts 32 hours. It is a frozen world, with temperatures that can reach down to -138 degrees Fahrenheit, and no more than 10 degrees Fahrenheit.
The wildlife here is quite bizarre. There are creatures that are much bigger than any on Earth, and some that are even stranger. On top of all this, there just so happens to be inhabitants here, which we have come to call the Arcticans. They are usually around 9 feet in height, blonde hair, and very closely resemble human beings, other than the fact that they all have a third eye on their foreheads, which stays closed until they use their seemingly psychic abilities. They have many amazing abilities, such as telekinesis, pyrokinesis, telepathy, clairvoyance, and much more. And they don’t use any type of technology whatsoever. They all live in underground cities that were dug out by their ancestors millions of years before they had evolved into what they are today, and before mankind ever came into existence on Earth. These people are more highly evolved than us. We share a mutual relationship with these people, although they refer to us as the “Storm Demons” due to the fact that we first came here during a global blizzard.
The entire surface of Arctica is ice, some of it hard as rock. The snow here is finer than cocaine, and the atmosphere is very similar to Earth's, other than it being much colder here. The air is breathable to us.This world is teeming with wildlife and forests. One would think that nothing could survive in these extreme conditions, but the life forms here have adapted to it through time and evolution. When we first arrived, many people died of hypothermia, others died of diseases from this world that our bodies had no immunity against. The Arcticans blamed our diseases for the deaths of many of their people and creatures when we first arrived. But eventually, everything between our natures had balanced themselves out.
Before I start, let me introduce myself; my name is Roy Lambeth. I'm 26 years old, date of birth is November 24, 3280. I work for the Department of Arctican Concerns (D.A.C.), which is a branch of the New World Government. What we do, though, is anything but concern for this world and the Arcticans. They tell us to go forth and drive the natives out of their homes so that we can melt the ice to obtain water for our people. "Why do that when you can just melt part of the surface ice that the Arcticans don't live in?" one may ask. This is because the Arcticans have cities in just about every square mile of surface ice on this moon. What we've been doing to their world and homes is killing them. This isn't humane; it's tyranny! And this leads me to my report of a man simply known as "Adonai," half human, half Arctican.
No one knows this guy's real story, but there are many theories and myths as to how he came to be. The most popular story amongst us humans is that his mother, who was apparently human, was kidnapped and raped by an Arctican not long after our ancestors arrived here. Apparently, after the deed was done, he left her for dead and she was found two days later, impregnated with the child of an Arctican. The Arctican side of the story is that one of their princes had fallen deeply in love with a human woman the first time he laid eyes on her. The story goes on to say that he eventually won her heart and they married. But when she was giving birth to the child, he became startled by the tugging hands of their medics and set them and his mother ablaze by means of pyrokinesis. The prince, being deeply saddened by this act, banished him from the Arctican kingdom for eternity. But no one knows for sure how he really came to be.
I have been hearing stories about this Adonai person for as long as I can remember, mainly the scary ones from the adults. Adonai was like the boogeyman for human children. My parents would always tell us that if we didn't eat our vegetables, Adonai was going to come and get us. This actually happened, although I've always eaten my vegetables.
It was your typical day at the D.A.C. when we were ordered to go out into one of the underground cities of the Arcticans and try to convince them to leave. If that didn't work, we would use force. About an hour into the trip that night, our snow-humvee was lifted off the ground by some powerful unknown force. Next thing I knew, WHOOSH! Our vehicle went up in flames. But I was left unharmed somehow. I was slowly put back onto the frozen ground by this force and what happened next was so amazing I thought I was dreaming. Once my feet touched the ground, these neon-blue lights appeared in front of me on the ground as if someone was writing with a neon-blue paintbrush. I copied it down to show to my superiors when I returned.
As soon as I finished copying down the strange writing, I sent a message to my boss, Mr. Howard Little, telling him what had happened with the team and that I was coming back to show him what I had found. Immediately, I punched in my passcode on my left digital sleeve and my body-suit instantly transformed into a Kawasaki snow-mobile, decked out with a cab for one, coffee maker, television screen with satellite, and satellite radio. I tuned into a rock station and sped off towards the D.A.C. Headquarters.
When I arrived at the gate, I showed the guard my identification and he said, "So you're the one who survived that explosion? You're gonna have to come with me son." I retracted my Kawasaki back into my body-suit and followed the guard. "Bob, keep watch for me until I get back will ya?" he asked a younger guard. "Sure thing hauss," the younger one replied. When we arrived in front of the door that led into Howard's office, the guard rang the bell and Howard's image showed up on the screen that was built into the door. "What is it?" said a voice with an English-accent. "Yeah boss this is George Mason, the graveyard-shift guard at the West gate. I was told that you wanted to speak with a Mr. Roy Lambeth as soon as possible?" he asked. "Good timing Lambeth. Come on in. George, you can get back to your station now. Thank you," said Howard. "Sure thing boss," George said as he walked off.
Howard brushed aside one of his black curls from his face when I walked into the room. "Do, please, sit down and have a glass of brandy with me young man," he said. "So I already know the story on what happened to your team, may they rest in peace," he said, holding his glass up for a toast in their honor. "But you must tell me, what exactly is it that you found that is so important that you had to interrupt my conference for me to see?" I told him what I had experienced after the death of my team. "And this is what the writing looked like, sir. I copied it down as quickly as I could before it disappeared," I said as I handed the piece of paper to him. As he was lifting his glass of brandy up to his lips, he glanced at the writing on the paper and froze with a look of terror about his eyes, the glass shattering as it hit the ground. "Please, tell me you're joking lad. This is very serious," Howard said in a very low and shaky whisper. "Sir, what I saw was real, and that's what appeared on the ground in front of me. You can take it or leave it, sir," I replied. "Lambeth, go catch some sleep. We'll talk more about this first thing in the morning. Be here after breakfast at 8:30," he said, staring at the paper in awe. "Yes, sir. 8:30 a.m." I replied. As I walked away, Howard asked me, "Are you sure you saw this?" as he was holding the paper at eye-level, waving it about. "Scout's honor, sir" I said. "Alright then. You may leave now. And don't be a minute late," he ordered.
4ever Wicked · Tue Oct 18, 2011 @ 05:23am · 0 Comments |
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