L'Expérience HSH
- LECTURES 16
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 1
En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication ven., août 4, 2017
Nous vivons dans un monde où la guerre est la seule solution à n'importe quel conflit, où règne la violence et la peur.
Un groupe de scientifiques, américains, a effectué une expérience prometteuse sur des êtres humains, pour bût de les former comme soldats.
1 seul des 412 humains testés a survécut. Nous l'avons appelé Nora.
2050, l'année où tout à implosé. Bombes nucléaires, guerres, mais surtout un nombre incalculable de personnes tués. Nous savons qui sont les personnes responsables de ce carnage.
C'est alors que l'expérience HSH a été activé.
Nora va devoir apporter la paix et la félicité aux 5 continents, plongés dans une interminable guerre à la bombe.
Elle sera accompagné, tout au long de son périple, d'une équipe chargée du déroulement, qui mènera à bien l'objectif final, qui lui a été confié...
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