Holy Crap Bees, Batman!
Sorry. The title isn't related. I just wanted to use that one of these days. But, I do have a story arc to hash out on here. Click the link.
It all started with a dream I had about a week or so ago. It was shortly after the whole NA releases a genocide virus on M3 and it was a late night after eating some heavy food. I dreamed that I was part of some supercompany's project in deep space. A completely self-sufficient station with areas to grow food, areas to do research, and areas to live. It was a very good place to live, for a human. The people all lived together in a capitlistic type of society. We had no real government regulations, so we basically operated under our own 'laws' so to say.
That is, until we learned that the company had other plans for us. Without any government restrictions, they forgot to mention that a mutating virus was 'accidentally' released into the community. Panic started to grip everyone, until I, for some odd reason, stood up on top of a table and began to speak about how we are all in this together. I started spewing out a super-charsimatic speech and the people were listening to me.
Shortly after that I was amazed at what happened. The people continued to function, but due to the virus some of the technological advances we had from the company began to break down. We had to resort to older methods of farming and harvesting. It was hard for the people, but we still managed to persevere. All was good for what it seems a good ten years.
Then, people in the dream (according to some sort of narrative voice in my dream) began to start dying. It all started with just dying in their sleep to growing sores and dying a horribly painful death. The people started to mutate.. started to go insane. There were a few of us that were remarkable adapting to this virus. I was included in this adaptable sect of us, and we built stuff to separate ourselves from the 'insane'. We had our own small section of the station left to ourselves.. we had to defend ourselves from these insane individuals.
We sealed ourselves away from the rest of the colony. We didn't want people to become affected by the insanes in any way, shape, or form.
Sixty years went by, I had long passed away. I apparently procreated and had descendents. My great-grandchild was now the new leader of the colony I had set up. The separated peoples had prospered greatly, and were very self-sufficient. Until the Insanes broke through their defenses.
The first of them slaughtered a family in a most grotesque way, and it was up to my great-grandchild to make a decision. Suiting up in rather makeshift technology (think Fallout) they set out to investigate where the Insane Ones broke through to get at them. They got in a scirmish and that is where my dream ended.
I thought it was a little cool, no?
It all started with a dream I had about a week or so ago. It was shortly after the whole NA releases a genocide virus on M3 and it was a late night after eating some heavy food. I dreamed that I was part of some supercompany's project in deep space. A completely self-sufficient station with areas to grow food, areas to do research, and areas to live. It was a very good place to live, for a human. The people all lived together in a capitlistic type of society. We had no real government regulations, so we basically operated under our own 'laws' so to say.
That is, until we learned that the company had other plans for us. Without any government restrictions, they forgot to mention that a mutating virus was 'accidentally' released into the community. Panic started to grip everyone, until I, for some odd reason, stood up on top of a table and began to speak about how we are all in this together. I started spewing out a super-charsimatic speech and the people were listening to me.
Shortly after that I was amazed at what happened. The people continued to function, but due to the virus some of the technological advances we had from the company began to break down. We had to resort to older methods of farming and harvesting. It was hard for the people, but we still managed to persevere. All was good for what it seems a good ten years.
Then, people in the dream (according to some sort of narrative voice in my dream) began to start dying. It all started with just dying in their sleep to growing sores and dying a horribly painful death. The people started to mutate.. started to go insane. There were a few of us that were remarkable adapting to this virus. I was included in this adaptable sect of us, and we built stuff to separate ourselves from the 'insane'. We had our own small section of the station left to ourselves.. we had to defend ourselves from these insane individuals.
We sealed ourselves away from the rest of the colony. We didn't want people to become affected by the insanes in any way, shape, or form.
Sixty years went by, I had long passed away. I apparently procreated and had descendents. My great-grandchild was now the new leader of the colony I had set up. The separated peoples had prospered greatly, and were very self-sufficient. Until the Insanes broke through their defenses.
The first of them slaughtered a family in a most grotesque way, and it was up to my great-grandchild to make a decision. Suiting up in rather makeshift technology (think Fallout) they set out to investigate where the Insane Ones broke through to get at them. They got in a scirmish and that is where my dream ended.
I thought it was a little cool, no?