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Mankind's Soliloquy
"Once in a great while, Mankind unlocks a secret so profound that our future is altered forever - fire, electricity, splitting the atom, terra-formation... At the dawn of the 31st century we unlocked another."
"Once in a great while, Mankind unlocks a secret so profound that our future is altered forever - fire, electricity, splitting the atom, terra-formation... At the dawn of the 31st century we unlocked another."
Mortals discovered the mystery of how to defeat that which they feared most: death. They discovered how to bring life to death. The power of immortality. So caught up were we with the idea of restoring breath to those once lost, our soldiers, our leaders, our children...we became distracted. As mankind has always done, we constantly considered "could" we accomplish this, rather than "should" we accomplish this?
On that fateful day, Mankind committed a terrible, unforgivable sin and thus, wrought its own destruction.
There were warning signs at first, of course. But man was too deafened by his own pride and too blinded by his own greed to ever pay heed. They saved life after life. For ten whole years they did so, never minding the consequences of their actions, bringing new sustenance to deadened flesh, hollowed bone, and distilled mind.
Of course, renewed flesh decomposed faster than natural, and the metabolic rate of a restored human was ten times that of a natural. Renewings became required time and time again, as individuals clung to life, frightened of what lay ahead. It grew to the point where individuals became crazed into madness, seeking to keep their constantly consuming body content.
Finally, closing towards the end of the ten-year since the medical achievement, a newer, more efficient way was found to keep renewed bodies content, slowing down its metabolic process a good deals...the consummation of natural, unrestored flesh. In fact, the difference was nigh revolutionary; for a restored being to consume a natural one (while alive) went so far as to not only satisfy the body's metabolic rate (for a short time), but went so far as to reverse it, effectively forcing the body to grow from old...to young...
Well, while this fact may have been found well and good among the "renewed", the still natural living found themselves at ends with the new development...
Of course, immediately, the active surgery involved with restoring flesh was immediately made illegal around the world, and the "renewed" were made to die...against their will.
A war broke out; a great and terrible war that went around the entire world. A war between the naturally living and the unnaturally. A war that devastated earth as a whole, and ended with mankind being forced to abandon their mother planet, taking up residence upon the surface of Gaia's sister, a now-terraformed mars.
Now, a full fifteen years since the abandoning of Earth, mankind waits patiently for their self made destruction, still taking up home on earth, to die out, literally starving itself to death. Unfortunately, for the naturally living, they face the same aspect of "starvation" as those on Earth. For as is commonly known, mars is without atmosphere, water, or any form of natural sustenance, which humans must consume in order to survive. No, they must rather rely entirely on the small, improvisational government that has formed order on mars, a despot that has maintained loose control of the refugee race, holding what little remains of the human race under a shaky, untrusting alliance.
The human race as a whole and its future relies entirely on small bands of raiding parties, constantly being sent out to earth, which is now literally over run with "The Hungry", as they are so-called. These small bands' purpose for such suicidal missions? Gather up however many resources they can from what remains of their once great planet-wide spanning empire and return to Mars so that they may, as a race, survive if only for a few more years. A bartering of time; not a solution to the disease.
These crews are usually fairly small, and composed entirely of only the strongest and brightest mankind has to offer. If they weren't, a crew rarely survived more than a single mission.
And so, the fate of man rests in a single, sordid waiting game, determining exactly who can outlast who.
The human race as a whole and its future relies entirely on small bands of raiding parties, constantly being sent out to earth, which is now literally over run with "The Hungry", as they are so-called. These small bands' purpose for such suicidal missions? Gather up however many resources they can from what remains of their once great planet-wide spanning empire and return to Mars so that they may, as a race, survive if only for a few more years. A bartering of time; not a solution to the disease.
These crews are usually fairly small, and composed entirely of only the strongest and brightest mankind has to offer. If they weren't, a crew rarely survived more than a single mission.
And so, the fate of man rests in a single, sordid waiting game, determining exactly who can outlast who.
