Beyond (**on hold**)

Beyond (**on hold**)

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Science Fiction
The world has ended. At least, to a point. Centuries ago, rolling blackouts blanketed our teched-up world, creating mass hysteria. The citizens of London and the surrounding area built massive walls to protect themselves from the madness beyond, pledging to live without power. They began farming with horses and plows. They sewed their own clothes and ground their own flour by the light of oil lamps. Generations passed and electricity became a myth, the outside world nearly forgotten. Anyone who dared venture past the walls was never seen again. Centuries later, children began to appear with odd powers. Most were snatched up by an unknown organization except for the few who managed to hide their abilities until a much more sinister force caught wind of them. Now, four gifted teens are being forced to go on a quest for a mythical Book that will supposedly grant eternal power to whomever possesses it...
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The Unit

The World is dying... The planet is being consumed by the people it was made for. When the resources finally run out, will Governments be able to maintain control? When the population is fighting for survival, will the police hold authority? When it's every man for himself, will the law be upheld? It wasn't... by the year 2027 democracy was just a three-syllable word that held no more power than freedom. The World was run by those who were willing to get their hands dirty, the people who did everything and anything to survive. The globe was shrouded in the shadow of man and all his greed, the greens and blues so prevalent tarnished by a host more interested in profit than protecting or prolonging the planet. When desperation takes over, what will be left of our humanity? Nothing... The race would've extinguished itself, killed itself off for the last scraps of a world they stomped out. A human-sized footprint, the only reminder of our toxic presence. We would've been nothing more than a memory if not for the Unit. The Unit saved us. The Unit saved the World. But, was that its true purpose? And, is it really evil or simply a fail-safe to stop us from making the simplest human mistake... Repeating them?

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