Science Fiction story set in the near future, increasingly powerful solar flares are making the Earth inhospitable, Humanity is facing a crisis. Six characters, two timelines.
Adam: Recently married, starting to work in a security detachment on the...
Once again being unable to contact mother, this time because Callisto and Ganymede were on opposite sides of Jupiter, there was far too much magnetic interference for communication.
{The security guard is here, what should I make of that? He didn't seem to show any recognition of me, maybe he was too distracted by the girl. Ha ha I was a little too distracted by her as well I guess.} He never felt anything like that before, honestly he had no idea what was going on. It seemed more like combat than anything else. It was over before he even new it started.
{How was he going to handle this? Violence was out of the question, at least until he reached the academy.} Without even formulating anything concrete, he stood outside of the crew's quarters.
The guard emerged from with in, Dirk pointed at Adam,"Hey, I know you, you're that killer, aren't you"
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Nia:
The Cockroach was alone at last, it is better this way, no one to slow her down. Now she can do what needs to be done, she came here for information. Just being on Callisto has brought back a flood of memories, not many of them pleasant. This secret facility was no more than a farm, and girls were the cattle. She had a painful recollection of her first extraction, she was only ten years old.
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Up until that moment life was idyllic here; the girls were allowed to play, have friends. But things changed, the year after her ninth birthday. Her diet became regimented, only nutrient cocktails, that tasted awful. Play time became a strict exercise program, education was indoctrination, serving the Winter Corp was the only subject taught.
Free thought was punished, obey, obey, obey. She remembered crying for three days straight after her first extraction. She had no idea what they were taking from her at that time. Only that she was serving mankind, and The Winter Corp, like a good girl should. This same process repeated itself for the next three years. Then it suddenly stopped, everybody seemed disappointed in her.
