The All Consumer

Prologue

Hello and welcome to my story! I made this message to give a disclaimer as this story is going to get a bit... weird. It'll be for more mature audiences and will contain have gore, violence, language, maybe sexual themes down the line. So read this if you're okay with all that, and if you do, hope you enjoy it!

Also, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual evens is purely coincidental. This story is born from my own (strange) imagination and has been inspired from multiple other works of fiction.

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No matter the time period, us humans always seemed to find a way to one up ourselves in how destructive we are as a race. In 1221 the invention of bombs, In 1364 along came guns, and in 1938 Atomic Bombs came into existence.

Even as the creation of these tools continued to happen on a daily basis, humans never seem to learn. And our actions always, always have consequences...

"With the launch of the 'Infidel' happening in just under 2 hours, Americans all over the globe wait with baited breath." The blonde newswoman spoke, saying the words with a smile so beautiful, no one would think twice about what the words she was saying meant.

"The launch takes place in under 2 hours, and us here at the PNN will keep you updated." With her words a timer appeared in the top-left corner of the screen that read 'Launch in 1:59:38' .

"This event could possibly change the face of Biology forever, so we ask that you stay tuned to witness what could be the most important event of 2064- nay the 21st century.

"And in other news..." I didn't bother hiding my scoff, the remote casually flung onto the nearby sofa's cushions as the TV was turned off. I pushed myself off the comfy couch and stretched, joints popping from lack of morning use. A few strands of my long, jet black hair decided to fling themselves into my eyes and I responded by tugging them until they were straight, subservient, and behind me as they should be.

"Hey dad?!" I called out, searching for a navy blue shirt I knew I had placed on the couch. Finding it I quickly slung it over my, equally blue, undershirt.

"Yes, Euna, is everything alright?" he responded, coming out from behind the small wall that separated the living room and kitchen. The small apartment wasn't easy for the giant man to walk around, but looking into his ocean blue eyes, you would think that he was okay with it.

I never missed the little uncomfortable twitch that his arms made as he walked around though.

"I promised Clover and Morris that I'd meet them at the mall in an hour or so, so I'm heading out in a bit..." I said, walking to the other side of the living room, picking up my phone and wallet as I did, "That's okay with you right?"

"You made plans with your friends to go out and didn't tell me about it until just before..." Despite his words, he didn't sound angry or offended- more amused than anything else. "As long as you're back before curfew, I won't have any issues."

I could hear his footsteps as he walked over. When I turned around, I watched as he grabbed the left sleeve of my shirt and roll it all the way down, now covering my entire arm. I pretended not to notice how he avoided the scar on my arm as he did, before repeating the same action on my scarless right arm.

"That's better, now we also need to fix that hair of yours." I already knew where this was going, so rather than let him drag me -again- I walked over to the dresser with the built in mirror and took a seat in front of it. I saw as he picked up the brush and began to smooth it out properly.