2619: Prophecy

2619: Prophecy

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., sept. 21, 2022
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Earth was on the precipice of being destroyed by overpopulation, famine, global warming, and microplastics. As society begins to deteriorate, a doctor finds a compound with a fountain of youth effect, Human Glandular Vitastamin. The HGV is released in the Striatum of a child's developing mind, and only occurs when nearly frightened to death. The United Republic of Eden offered another option: a utopia for a select few in exchange for a strict ceiling on Earth's population and outlawing the public from reproduction. The public gladly accepted this ultimatum seeing as though unemployment, reproductive malfunction, disease, and famine was rampant. Eden created a task force for their efforts, the Center for Population Control, they began to create test-tube babies in order to manufacture this drug at a sustainable rate. This came with the inevitable conclusion that artificial humans weren't born with rights, and thus began a testing ground on the human genome. These experiments eventually led into mutations unforeseen by scientists; beginning as cruel interpretations and mockeries of man, ending as children with catastrophic levels of power. They found if the baby's Striatum was injected with these cells in vitro, they stood a chance of forming a sort of parasitic bond with the host and their stem cells. Endless possibilities soon loomed into the horizon for the CPC. They wanted to harness this power using HGV. The children were able to manipulate their own flesh. Forget avian genes, they had the power to contort their own cells into wings and amputate them at will; albeit painfully and at great detriment to the body. Some called it infanticide; others called it a better world than before. Either way, the government got what they wanted. And the mutated children, well, they were more science fiction than reality in the public's eyes.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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