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chapter one | the beginning

In general, people consider explosions bad things.

But isn't an explosion what started the entirety of being? Aren't we made out of the atoms of stars, destroyed a billion years ago? Isn't every fiber of our being from an explosion? If an explosion never had happened, then I wouldn't be here to tell you that I wish that it hadn't.

I can't very well explain from the start, because I practically am at the beginning of it all. It'll be a lot to take in, from wherever you are to whenever you read this. These words are my legacy. And I leave them to you.

The year is 3017.

Scientists discovered 10 years ago that there is an afterlife, after successfully being able to resurrect an Egyptian Pharaoh by the name of Nikare. He told them tales of a paradise of an elysium that everyone entered, regardless of sin or boundaries. They killed him shortly afterwards the questioning for the fear that he would disrupt the elegant lifestyle of practically infinite riches and perfection that humanity had been able to sustain for a thousand years. The only problem that occurred is that once they had resurrected and then killed the subject, they could never again resurrect them. The scientists, who eventually came to be known as the Salvatores, the saviors, resurrected more people in secret, from peasants to kings. All of them claimed the same story. A utopia of a world, where everyones happiness is different, and no one is ever harmed. The scientists worked for themselves, and wrote down their findings in a journal.

This was the first mistake.

When one child of a scientist died, he demanded to his fellow scientists that they resurrect her. The Salvatores warned him that she would never experience heaven, and that he would be punishing her if he dared to bring her back. He turned against them and resurrected her.

The child was furious. She had experienced the nirvana of the afterlife and wanted nothing to do with the human world. When the other Salvatores found out what the lone scientist had done, they killed him and attempted to murder his child.

This was the second mistake.

But it could not be. The child would not die. So they strapped her down into a empty room, devoid of anything at all, and left her there.

Rumors began to spread. The government of the United States, now known as Silvae, organized and executed the destruction of the lab, and upon finding the girl and the findings of the scientists, let the information out into the public.

This was the final mistake.

Nothing was the same.

The Age of Mortem had begun.

My name is Rowe Mandeville.

I am the girl trapped in the room.

And I am a liar.

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