The NexttGenns Trilogy: Season 1: THE CORRUPTION SERIES

The Diamond Locke || 15

I'm dying, I can feel it.

Not because of the dread I feel for the execution; but because of all the blood and brelta I've lost so far. I glance behind me. There's only one guard with me at all in these halls. There's a deep trail of my vital fluids behind me, but it starts disappearing after a few paces. We pass the Hicrill library, and I stop walking; watching the zombie escort continue down the hallway. I tiptoe to the door, pick the lock with my nail claw and slip inside. I close the door and take a deep breath.

"If I'm gonna be dying sooner than that execution, I gotta know what they're hiding.." I whisper to the room. I scan the first row of shelves.

Chroniisaurs (Lotiis's dinosaurs); Cyborgs from other planets; Anatomy..

I frown and move to the next row.

"Let's start at the beginning.." I whisper. I run my fingers across the titles. History. "That'll come in handy." I pick up the book, and move on scanning. Nightian. I stop. Not everyone uses our native language anymore but like learning any other language nowadays, many do it because they want to; not because it's in our brelta. I pull the book out anyway and hold it atop the other one and continue. War history. I add it to the building pile in my arms. Cytronic Origins. I stop and stare at the title for a few seconds.

"Cytronic origins?" I glance around before pulling it from its shelf. I look at this book more thoroughly than I did the other three. The cover has a picture of..

"Traple Paluna??" I loudly whisper. My eyes widen. "Wh-who's it by?" I ask the book, my mind not reading the words on the cover.

"Sainkra Predreka? I don't know of any Cytronic with that name.." I frown, and look up. There's a table and chair at the far side of the room. I walk over to the table and set down the books.

I sit in the chair, and wince as my exposed flesh and metal touch the bare wood. I open the origins book to page 1.

Traple and the Nexttgenn's full complete origins. Volume 1. History.

I raise a brow. "Volume 1? You mean there's more?" I say aloud. I stare at the book, remembering I'm supposed to be quiet.

I begin reading. In 2016, I created a robot character based on two characters from a game I was obsessed with. In 2018, I chose to rename the species of robot things, because a television company took the name, before I could use it. Later on it would become the name of a certain main group of friends.

I frown and look up. "What's their names?" I shake my head.

I blink and continue reading. In 2018- 2019, I wrote and finished my first Nexttgenn centered book, called The Katalog. In 2019, looking the book over, and thinking, adding onto my OCs; I came up with more, new, better info. This includes:

-New types and races

-New animals and species

-New territory

-New worlds

-A whole universe

-Hierarchies

-Two known planets in their universe

-Artifacts

-Magic and its properties

-Languages

-Cultures

-Ways of life

-Systems of how their world works

-The main theme and setting

-Mystic objects and things

I came up with some friends for Traple and Circuit over the years, but only a known few made it so far, those names currently are:

-Lycea

-Cy

-Illestra

-Lople

-Pepper - *

I shake my head.

-Screech Batty

-Lavenderr Laluckkie

-Mupinaunie

-Sprangoneppie

When writing, I listed first and last names. I realized many OCs didn't have last names, so now they do; that's where Circuit "Zaaire" came from, after much debate.-

I frown, with my eyes wide. "Wha-.." I tilt my head. " Wait.. Now this shit is getting too real." I scan the page again. "Circuit Zaaire.." I breathe. "Isn't that the Circuit I was 'crusading ' with in our group?" I blink. I close the book and look at the cover again.

Sainkra Predreka.

I frown, thinking aloud. "Either they're telling the future, or..Some serious fourth wall breaking is happening here."  I shake my head and continue reading.

The NexttGenns would consist of-..

No way.. My breathing catches. No fucking way.