The Next Dark Age: book 1 beginning

Prologue

 The president of the United States rubbed his hand against his temple, and grimaced slightly. all of his advisors, including his generals, scientists, and publicity managers were saying the exact same thing.

 It was time to end this war.

 Looking his European general in the eye, the president asked "is there any way to continue it? Surely we are getting enough weapons and food from the Europeans. We took over Berlin for God's sake! Are all those cities giving us nothing?"

 The European General seemed to briefly lose her composure at this remark, before quickly regaining her calm and professional posture. "All the major European cities were going through a crisis as well when we took over them. They simply don't have anything to give us. I'm sorry, but we have to end this."

 "What about Siberia?" the head director of the genetics department asked, "while I do admit their food output is pitiful, they have had an output of metal produced recently. We might be able to once again start out robotic army if we could capture these mining facilities."

The Siberian general spoke up, "we still haven't been able to break their front lines. The Siberian highway is only so big, and our armies can only do so much at a single choke point."

 "But what about if our soldiers were stronger?"

 The head of public relationship, who has previously seemed uninterested, shot her head up, along with the rest of the cabinet.

 "Did you finally finish the project?" The President asked quickly. if that project was finished, why that means that the war really was winable. careful to not get his hopes up, the president followed up with "I thought you said that would take another ten years."

  "Well, thanks to the preservation department, we've had a breakthrough."

  "I'm sorry, the preservation department. You know what, nevermind, just tell me the news."

 "Well, we have finished the strength branch of the department, along with the telekinetic and the regeneration branch."

 "What about the telepathic and prophetic branch?"

 The director looked his head down in shame and said solemnly, "those have presented us with much trouble. I do have more good news though. We have made a full first batch of people with genetic modification. We are hoping to produce people with multiple modifications in our next run through." the director then said with a cocky smile "if you want, I can show you the results, they're all in a file in my office."

 The public relationship manager interrupted, "your office, you say?" She then stood up, and the others could now see a detonator in her hand. The manager pushed the button, and an explosion soon enveloped the opposite side of the room, and about half of the staff members there. After the explosion, the manager kicked the head scientist in the leg, before shooting him in the head.

 The president, who had barely missed the blast zone, held his hands up. Tears started to roll down his eyes, as he muttered something incomprehensible.

 "I am so sorry" the manager said, and then drew a knife, which she used to stab the president in the chest, careful not to kill him. She then spoke into her headset in Russian, "I have the president in custody. He's unconscious, but not dead. Hopefully you can use his fingerprint to unlock the director of genetics office."

 A helicopter and gunshots could be heard overhead, and the manager knew it was time to go. The Siberians might finally be able to win this war.

little did she know, the managers decision would ruin the world for years later.

she also had no idea how this decision would impact a child named Alexander, a lonely man named Tim, and a misguided man named Silver. she also did not know how it would affect a young girl named Trisha, almost 150 years later.