Utopia: The first Trial

Utopia: The first Trial

  • WpView
    Reads 36
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 20, 2018
A laptop. 3500 years in the future. The possibilities of this era are unreal yet they can't crack a simple Laptop. This technology was thought to have been destroyed with the Ancestral Era due to the radioactive emissions from the Sun lead to certain doom and fallout. Barely anyone survived. Those who did had become immortal due to the radioactive materials. What are the chances that they still remember about this technology?
All Rights Reserved
#97
utopia
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Fallout: Rebirth
  • Spectrum
  • The Obelus
  • The Furry Fallout: Book 1 - The World After The War (Male Reader x Furry Harem)
  • Minecraft // DreamNotFound (DISCONTINUED)
  • The Ancients A Tale of Survival
  • Remains of Humanity

In the heart of Texas, beneath the ruins of a nation that once stood as the world's last superpower, they awaken. Fifty-five thousand soldiers, warriors of the old world, preserved in cryogenic sleep since the twilight of America. With them, their families-men, women, and children frozen alongside the last true remnants of the United States Army. It was a desperate gamble, a contingency plan set in motion by a government that saw the end coming but refused to let the dream die. If the worst should happen, if the bombs fell, these soldiers would be the ones to rebuild. The worst did happen. The world burned. The United States was reduced to ash and legend, just another name lost in the howling chaos of the wasteland. And for 29 years, the vault's technicians kept their watch, aging in silence, waiting for the day the world would be stable enough to wake them. That day has come. In 2106, the chambers unlock. Ice cracks, breath returns, and the army of the past rises once more. They step into a world that is not their own, a world that has forgotten them, a world where law and order have given way to might and madness. But they were not preserved to be forgotten. They were not sent to sleep so that the dream of America would die in the dark. They will reclaim the land. They will rebuild the nation. They will finish what was started. But the wasteland is not a battlefield. It is not a war they were trained to fight. And in this new world, the old rules mean nothing. If they are to bring back the United States, they will have to earn it. Not with guns, not with power-but with will, with sacrifice, and with the sheer, unrelenting belief that America is not just a country. It is an idea. And as long as they stand, it will never die.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines