Futuristic Humanity Chapter 1

[Darkbloom]

Amidst the desolation of a world ravaged by environmental collapse and political turmoil, a diverse group of individuals found themselves drawn together by fate and circumstance. Among them was Koran Pope, a brilliant engineer who had abandoned his former life working for a corrupt corporation, seeking redemption in the pursuit of a noble cause. Alongside him stood Olivine Martin Alvarez, a steadfast ethicist whose commitment to ethical principles served as a beacon of morality amidst the chaos of their surroundings. The group was further complemented by Sylvanna Price, a determined female agricultural scientist, whose upbringing in a world plagued by food shortages drove her to seek solutions to humanity's agricultural woes.

Among the group was also Marv Timmins, a human behavior researcher, whose keen insight into the complexities of human nature provided invaluable perspective in their quest. With a deep understanding of psychology and sociology, Marv sought to unravel the intricacies of human behavior in the face of adversity, shedding light on the motivations and dynamics driving their journey towards Sanctuary.

United by a shared desire for redemption and a belief in a better future, the team embarked on a perilous journey across the desolate wastelands of the dystopian world. Their path was fraught with danger and hardship, from hostile scavengers and mutated creatures to treacherous terrain and harsh environmental conditions. Yet, through sheer determination and resourcefulness, they persevered, their bond growing stronger with each passing hardship.

Finally, after weeks of relentless pursuit, the team stumbled upon clues leading them to Sanctuary, a hidden refuge rumored to hold the key to humanity's salvation. With hope renewed and their spirits lifted, they pressed on, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their quest for a better tomorrow. Amidst the uncertainty of their journey, a mysterious figure of unknown sex and role emerged, their presence adding an intriguing dynamic to the group dynamic as they ventured ever closer to the secrets of Sanctuary.





The wind howled mournfully through the desolate wasteland, carrying with it the echoes of a world long forgotten. Amidst the ruins of crumbling skyscrapers and decaying infrastructure, four figures trudged wearily through the barren landscape, their footsteps leaving faint impressions in the dust.

Sylvanna Price, an agricultural scientist and ecologist, led the small research team, her eyes scanning the horizon with a mix of determination and desperation. Beside her, Koran Pope, a skilled engineer, navigated the treacherous terrain with a focused determination, his mind already racing with plans and calculations. Following closely behind was Olivine Martin Alvarez, an ethicist, his gaze thoughtful and contemplative as he pondered the ethical implications of their quest.

As they pressed on, their weary faces illuminated by the fading light of the setting sun, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. For weeks, they had searched tirelessly for a rumored sanctuary, a hidden haven said to hold the key to humanity's survival.

Their supplies dwindling and their spirits waning, they had nearly lost hope until a faint signal had pierced the static of their radios, leading them ever closer to their elusive destination.

Now, as they crested a ridge and beheld the sight before them, their hearts quickened with renewed hope. Nestled within the heart of the wasteland, surrounded by towering cliffs and jagged rocks, lay Sanctuary—a beacon of light amidst the darkness, a glimmer of salvation in a world on the brink of collapse.

With a sense of awe and wonder, the research team took their first tentative steps towards the hidden refuge, their minds filled with questions and their hearts brimming with hope for what lay beyond its walls. Little did they know that their journey was only just beginning, and that within the depths of Sanctuary, they would uncover secrets that would change the course of their lives forever.

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[Wyll]

Koran Pope
Interactions: Sylvanna ( queanbean )
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Once initial readings showed that the pollution in this particular area was low enough for them to operate comfortably, Koran pushed a button behind his ear to deactivate the retractable helmets that he had designed for the whole team. The helmets were useful in times where there was a high concentration of smoke or even, perhaps, a poisonous gas in the area, but if his readings said that the air here was safe to breathe, then he believed those readings.

The mask retracted into a small piece behind his ear and the sun hit his hazel eyes immediately. Squinting at first, to adjust to the change in brightness from the shaded view of the mask to the raw sunlight, Koran began looking around ad taking in their surroundings. He looked around, taking in everything from how the sun hit the skyscrapers to how some of the fauna and moss grew towards the sun while some seemed to be retracting from the sun. Hmm, fauna that didn't enjoy the sun - watch Sylvanna make a big deal about it.

He closed his eyes briefly, taking in the sounds and smells of the area and allowing himself catch a nice big intake of fresh air, letting it all out with a sigh. The haunting song of the wind as it whistled through the buildings sent a chill down his spine, yet tickled an excitement in his heart that forced a smirk. This place had personality and Koran couldn't wait to introduce himself to it.

"Hey, Eve," Koran spoke allowed and a small robot that was disguised as an armband came to life, hovering by his face. "Help us out with aerial, sonar and thermal, will you?" The robot let out a bright beep, confirming the order and immediately took to the skies. Shortly after, the bands on everybody's wrists beeped to life with a birds-eye view of the area they were about to enter. Then Eve came back to a lower altitude and slowly began flying through the area, passing between and through buildings. Thermal and sonar imaging usually took a while since Eve had to travel the whole area to make sure it got a scan of everything.

"What's the word, Price? Do we hold here while we wait for Eve to finish scans; or do you want to take a look yourself?" There was a tone to his voice that indicated that he was excited to jump right looking around the whole place like a little child discovering a new toy, but he knew how to keep that side of him under control.

 

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Dark eyes, slightly squinted in the sunlight, scanned the area ahead. Besides the wind, it was eerily quiet - most unscouted areas tended to be, and while it might be a good sign in general, Sylvanna didn't like when it was too quiet. She waited, hand on hip, until the sound of some small animals skittering through brush and rubble tickled her ear. "We'll move, it's alright." At the very least, the sign of life meant that there wasn't likely to be an unseen biohazard between them and the crumbled entrance.

She walked first, flicking her gaze up and down while mapping a route down the grassy slope that looked like it may once have been a highway. Cracked and broken barriers lined the way, mostly just shadows beneath ground and green that had overtaken them after years of disuse. It was amazing just how eager the earth was to devour everything humanity had put on it, including the humans themselves. "Meg, mind your step." She caught the girl by the sleeve when she tried trotting past and got a sour pout in return. Sylv didn't need to go first but also didn't want the kid running off on her own just yet and getting into who-knows-what.

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Most of this expedition had sucked, thoroughly. Her feet hurt and she was constantly under the watch of adults and all they did was walk, walk, camp, and walk some more. It was like one of those classic road trip movies, kids whining 'are we there yet?'. Except she hadn't whined, not once. Maybe once, but whatever. Now that this place was within sight all the excitement was welling up inside and she wanted to run there fast as possible, but taking even a few steps faster than the rest of them got her pulled back. She huffed at Sylvanna's comment and lightly shook off her grasp. Danger shmanger, there wasn't anything out here the whole way and she didn't expect there to be anything now.

Rather than push ahead, she fell back in step with Koran, crossing her arms behind her head and watching Eve fly around doing scans like some bird of prey sniffing out dinner. "Whaddya think we'll find in there? Dead bodies? Live bodies?" Back at the colony she'd seen a movie like that - people walking around like they were alive, but they're all evil and rotting. Gross.

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[MusicBoxSugar]

Olivine Martin Alvarez

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The slight tune of mechanical click clacks from behind the three that lead charge, Olivine having his head buried into resorting their inventory logs to ensure everything was up to date nearly walking head first into Koran’s back. “Well, on the bright side it seems like we still have about…I’d estimate possibly a few days left of rations if all of us are able to stretch out to around one light meal a day- then again Meg would likely need a better one as she’s still a child so with that I think we can swing it.”

Upon Meg’s question, Alvarez turned his head in her direction before crouching down. His knees folded to balance his weight on his old worn out boots. “Kiddo, I don’t think there are any zombies running about.” Not any he’s seen for sure but there was always that chance…it’s unpredictable what happens when earth changes in these times. Hopefully that’s not the case. Last thing any of them need is the fear of losing their lives or failing their mission.
With a deep inhale, stretching his body his sight fixated on the images Eve had sent back to them. Now in a slight jog to catch his speed up to par to reunite with the group.

“Well at minimum it seems like there’s no biological dangers in the area…still should tread carefully, don’t know what could be lurking or if a hidden structure could be ready to cave in.”

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[Darkbloom]

As the research team approached the outskirts of Sanctuary, they beheld a haunting sight that sent shivers down their spines. Strewn across the barren landscape were the twisted remains of mutated skeletons, their grotesque forms frozen in contorted poses of agony and despair. These were the remnants of creatures who had attempted to breach the sanctuary's formidable defenses, only to meet their demise in a futile struggle against its impenetrable walls.

Some of the skeletons bore signs of mutation and deformity, their bones warped and twisted by the effects of radiation and genetic manipulation. Others displayed evidence of violent confrontation, with broken bones and shattered skulls hinting at the ferocity of the battles that had taken place. Amidst the carnage, the remnants of rusted weapons and scraps of torn flesh served as grim reminders of the horrors that lurked beyond the sanctuary's protective perimeter.

As the research team gazed upon the macabre scene, they were filled with a sense of awe and dread at the formidable defenses that lay before them. The sight of the mutated skeletons served as a sobering reminder of the dangers that awaited those who dared to challenge the sanctity of Sanctuary, reinforcing their resolve to proceed with caution as they ventured ever closer to the secrets that lay within.

 

[Wyll]

Koran Pope
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Koran couldn't help but give a little laugh as Meg got pulled back by Sylvanna. In Sylvanna's shoes, he'd most certainly do the same; but he also couldn't fault Meg for her curiosity. He rested his hand gently on top her head as they walked, ruffling her hair a bit, a gentle yet confident smirk on his face - which had come to be his signature look. "I don't know, Champ. Maybe both?" He looked around, carefully studying the surrounding area. "More likely to find dead though. No place with living people is this quiet." He nodded at Olivine's statement, taking comfort in the fact that there was one less danger to worry about. However, lack of human life could mean several things. He let out a small huff. "Not yet sure if that's good or bad."

His nose picked a strange scent as they walked, but he couldn't quite place it. It wasn't until he saw the deformed remains of lying around that he put two and two together. Immediately - instinctively, even - he stepped in front of Meg, not wanting her to see what lay ahead. He trusted that she was old enough and had lived in this broken world long enough for her to be able to handle seeing it, but also believed that she shouldn't be in a position where she has to handle it just because she can. It was times like this that he disliked always being right; why did he have to go and say that they were more likely to run into dead bodies?

"Stay here, Champ. I'm going to go say hi to those walls; introduce myself real quick." Here, he didn't ask for Sylvanna's permission, stepping forward and walking past her. As he did, he inspected the ground, the walls, all the surrounding area. He observed the figures and quickly pieced together that brute force wasn't the way here. However, another thought caused him to pause. "Hey, Price? If one of these things start moving while I'm up there, kill them again before they kill me, yeah?"

With that, he continued towards the walls. Walls and doors typically had either a physical or technical mechanism to operate them. Physical mechanism are easy enough to over come using brute force, so his money was on a more technical mechanism - hidden keys, electrical patterns, things like that. Those were the fun kind. He brought his wristband up to his mouth. "Oi, Eve? After sonar and thermal, search for any energy signatures that...stand out to you." Sonar and thermal imaging of the whole area was likely going to take a couple more minutes and so he knew they wouldn't be getting those results for a while, but it was good to know that it was being taken care of in the background.

In the meantime, he wanted to get an up close look at the walls and so walked right up to it until the wall was arms reach away from him. He wiggled his fingers, nervous because there was always the possibility that the door would send him flying with an electrical shock. His outfit would ensure that such a shock wouldn't kill him, but it would definitely not be pleasant. But hey, what was life without a little risk? "Hi wall, I'm Koran," he declared as he placed his palm against the wall, waiting for a reaction.

 

[Darkbloom]

As the research team reaches the outskirts of Sanctuary, they are greeted by the sight of the towering perimeter wall that surrounds the hidden refuge. The air crackles with tension as they take in the fortified defenses and automated sentries that guard the entrance, acutely aware of the dangers that lurk beyond.

With the knowledge that Chancellor Kane is actively pursuing them, the team moves with caution, their senses sharp and their instincts honed for any sign of danger. They know that they cannot afford to be caught off guard, for the consequences of falling into Kane's clutches could be dire.

As they draw nearer to Sanctuary, the team recalls the rumors they have heard about Chancellor Kane and his iron-fisted rule. Whispers of dissent and rebellion echo through the wastelands, as survivors speak of atrocities committed in the name of Kane's regime. Tales of disappearances and retribution spread like wildfire, fueling the team's determination to evade capture at all costs.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, there are also whispers of hope—rumors of a chosen one who will rise to lead humanity to salvation, guided by visions of a mystical oasis known as Queensgarden. The team clings to these rumors like a lifeline, drawing strength from the belief that their quest is part of a larger destiny that will ultimately lead them to victory over Chancellor Kane and the forces of darkness that seek to extinguish the light of hope in the world.

With their resolve steeled and their determination unwavering, the research team presses forward, their hearts set on the sanctuary that lies just beyond the horizon. They know that their journey is far from over, and that the road ahead will be fraught with peril and uncertainty. But as long as they stand together, united in purpose and determination, they are confident that they will overcome whatever challenges lie in their path and emerge victorious in their quest to save humanity from the brink of extinction.

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As Koran gingerly extends his hand towards the imposing perimeter wall of Sanctuary, a surge of anticipation courses through him, mingled with a hint of apprehension. He can feel the weight of centuries of history and mystery pressing against the cool surface of the wall, as if it holds the secrets of countless generations within its ancient embrace.

With a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, Koran wiggles his fingers, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepares to make contact. He knows the risks involved—the possibility of triggering a defensive mechanism that could send him reeling with an electric shock—but he pushes aside his fears, determined to uncover the truth hidden within the depths of the sanctuary.

"Hi wall, I'm Koran," he declares with a mixture of reverence and humor, his voice echoing softly against the silent sentinel before him. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat, the anticipation hanging thick in the air like a tangible presence.

Then, as Koran's palm makes contact with the surface of the wall, a subtle shift occurs—a faint hum reverberating through the air as if in response to his touch. At first, it's barely perceptible, like the stirring of a slumbering giant awakening from its long rest.

But then, to Koran's astonishment, the surface of the wall begins to shimmer and ripple, as if infused with a radiant energy that dances beneath his fingertips. Colors swirl and cascade like a mesmerizing aurora, bathing him in a kaleidoscope of light and sound that seems to emanate from the very heart of the sanctuary itself.

And then, with a soft but unmistakable click, a section of the wall slides open before him, revealing a hidden passage that beckons him forward with tantalizing promise. As Koran steps through the threshold, he can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder wash over him, knowing that he has unlocked the door to a world of secrets and possibilities beyond his wildest dreams.

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