The room is completely flooded. Almost in slow motion, it swirls and thrashes and churns as if a stormy sea, compulsed by wind and rain and current. Instead, this sea is torn apart by desperate limbs and convulsing bodies. Tens if not hundreds of workers dressed in orange suits either float or desperately slip against one another in a bottleneck trying to escape, only to be pushed off the edge of the stairwell and plummet back into the abyss of disintegration. Red lights flash and sirens blare. Suits dissolve and give way to skin, muscle, and bone, diluting the already murky water a deep crimson. The core looms in the center, towering and observing, its outer shells completely tarnished into nothing but rough husks with no middle. Water continuously pumps into where it should go to flow around an intact core, but the wall of lead to hold it back has disappeared, consumed by the eldritch quarks that had long gone underestimated. Radiation spills out and burns, then dies, over and over again. Even protected by another thick layer of lead, it's not enough to hold back a lethal dose. Infecting the water is the strange matter, corrosively integrating itself into the fluid, turning it thick as it dyes it with a purple and green sheen. From above, Ordership engineers peer in through a layer of glass, staring at the orange dots bobbing in the water. They ignore the pounding at the door and the screams of terror, for as they turn their heads to look at each other, they find their faces to be deep scarlet, kissed by radiation.
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Descension
Science FictionExiled by a tyrannical government and betrayed by his brother, Ben Anderson is hurled from his status as one of the world's top elites and plunged into a dystopian reality. The clock ticks as a revolution comes to its apex, and the fate of humanity...
