Post by Admin on Jul 30, 2014 9:28:43 GMT
Prologue:
In a mirror galaxy to ours, on the other side of a wormhole, there is a planet that is similar to ours. The planet is overpopulated, over-commercialized, and highly under appreciated. In broken circles that haven't given up their pride to unite, unfortunately at this point, dark underground societies have formed. They cater to the rich and elite, as they themselves have given up their souls for their money and power. There are also underground groups that have, fortunately at this point, made it their goal to try to keep the soulless vermin at bay. The new generation however will bring this war above ground.
Chapter 1:
"Hearts will never be practical until they can be made to be unbreakable." ~ L. Frank Baum
The one thing that eased the horrific pain of her plight was the same thing that caused it in the first place. At this point, however, the prognosis was set. She was going to die. Her own body was rotting out her spine, and yet she was still feeling the pain when the effects of the drug wore off. It wasn't something that stimulated the neural synapses like with other drugs that dealt with pain. While the chemicals did their job, they actually made the parts of the body pretend to be healed while they faltered tremendously in doing so. That was the original hook, line and sinker of why it sold so well in the first place. The high had nothing to do with affecting the brain's perception, but the body itself. That's also why now that it had caused the body to attack itself, why other drugs wouldn't even dull the pain anymore. And although some men seemed to be seeing these after effects as well, it was more onsetting in pregnant women. At first they weren't even sure what was causing it. But it also resulted in their babies being born with large tumors practically trying to replace the brain stem. Yes, a few died before the technology was finished for it, but luckily a break through in nano technology arose from this epidemic. A self updating chip that could keep the brain functioning was invented. And as Westley Treader overlooked the birth of his daughter, he personally blamed himself for all this in the first place. He's the one that insisted Siobahn have a baby with him. But since then, all he saw were the signs of his wife deteriorating, and he knew it wouldn't be too far down the road that she probably wouldn't even be coherent anymore. Even though he loved her more than anything in the world, it was going to be eventual that he wasn't even going to be strong to watch her go down the progressing path to her grave. At that moment, he had to leave the room.
Westley Treader, stock market guru, reduced to avoiding seeing his wife suffer, not to mention his daughter had become a parasite in his mind already. He had two sons from a previous marriage, but that was nothing compared to his life with Siobahn. And he loved his two sons, Westley Jr. and Matthew and that's why he insisted in the first place that the love of his life should have a child with him. That bond would become complete. But as the research showed, that was a horrible idea. And there was nothing they could do but reduce her pain, and this...this now parasitic creature...was his spawn. He had his mind set he wasn't going to break in front of the boys, but his decision also was that after today, he and Siobahn would divorce. She and the now screaming babe down the hall, which silenced into whimpers of dysphoria from the known tumor and eventual surgery would go off to live and be taken care of. Quite possibly let the boys see her when she was lucid, they did love her so. He wouldn't deny them the right to see their mother figure. So, after placing a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders, Westley left the hospital to take care of the legalities.
The procedure had become quite simple, remove the tumor, insert the chip to the remaining brain stem. Beyond that, not much research was availed to the children who were given this treatment. They figured the brain would function normally, just with the aid of the Mniverphitz chip. But as soon as Matthew and Westley Jr. saw their baby sister for the first time, they noticed the piercing stare back. And as they learned that the birth certificate said her name was Andraia, there was a curious understanding at least in Matthew that his baby sister was taking everything in. Andraia was analyzing everything in such a perceptive way that it almost made Matthew shudder.
As promised, Westley Sr. allowed the boys to visit Siobahn. He kept her picture by his bedside, a picture of her before...all this. That was how he wanted to remember her. He refused to even accompany the boys to drop them off. She was in the care of her brother, Thomas, and it was arranged that he would bring Westley Jr. and Matthew back and forth. He had a son of his own, who had undergone the same surgery that Andraia had, a year before her. His own wife had passed not too long after. But their line was a stubborn one, as Siobahn stayed on for a while longer than most. Matthew, however, took up most of her time when he visited. He was, after all, the most connected with her. At the same time, he would visit the nursery to see this miniature version of his mother. There was the same golden red hair, curled in fresh ringlets. Andraia was almost a clone, it seemed, except those green eyes seemed to spark with insight. He didn't know if she could talk, and wouldn't for a while, because even then, she kept her speaking curt and precise - only when necessary. He noticed similarities in his young cousin, as well. What really astounded him, however, was if the two were put together in the same vicinity, there was almost an acute communication that went on between the two. It was as if they were twins, but deeper than that. He found them to be quite fascinating.
Meanwhile, there were others that were noticing this behavior in those who were receiving the Mniverphitz chips, but instead of fascination in a positive manner, they were finding it disgusting what they saw. It would eventually dawn on one of them to find an advantage to this, but then again, when it came to Leslee Malchovich's view of his younger brother, Tobias, if it didn't give him an advantage, it was worthless. He would eventually be afraid of it and try to quash it, but would come around to find it imperative to his goals. That spark in Tobias' eyes would be at Les's mercy, yes, the whole world at his feet.
As the years passed, however, the mothers of these children were not in pain anymore. They were delivered to their graves as the doctors promised would happen, for they could not find a way to keep the Mniverphitz disease from destroying the body. The implications of what it might have on the children who suffered the Mniverphitz tumors was yet to be seen, so no actual prognosis could be set. Tobias' father became more involved with his work at the passing of his wife, so that Leslee had more say so in the young boy's life. Andraia's brothers were some of the few who would even dare enter the room with her. Matthew found her to be a fascinating subject. He kept prodding her to see how advanced she was. She seemed to absorb the books and the lessons deeply.
Her first words they ever heard her speak, however, were at the funeral of Siobahn. Andraia never really got to spend much time with her mother. but knew of her well. And as she leaned over the hole of the grave, they could hear her words float off into the wind that fluttered through her hair and the trees. "Mother's gone to be with the angels." It struck them cold, as it did her as well. For she too, wanted to just be with the angels.
Ch. 2
“Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.” -- Terry Pratchett
Tobias Malchovich was under his brother Leslee's care, and therefore under his iron thumb. This is how his brother preferred it. He crept up behind the little boy as he was building an architecturally accurate model of Tokyo out of little plastic blocks, tightly grasped a few curly locks on Toby's head and pulled sharply.
Lee's voice hissed against the little ear, for he knew the boy listened to everything even though he hasn't spoken yet. This was to Lee's advantage in the long run. "What ever are we going to do today, little brother?" He said the title with disgust with just enough hint of demanding respect from his acolyte as he preferred to called it. His little acolyte tensed and barely made a sound as his head was jerked back. Les observed the vast model that was made, and in a jealous rage he catapulted the young boy into the meticulously built little city. It broke apart, obviously, under the weight of the child crashing into it. Lego blocks scattered around the floor.
In a mirror galaxy to ours, on the other side of a wormhole, there is a planet that is similar to ours. The planet is overpopulated, over-commercialized, and highly under appreciated. In broken circles that haven't given up their pride to unite, unfortunately at this point, dark underground societies have formed. They cater to the rich and elite, as they themselves have given up their souls for their money and power. There are also underground groups that have, fortunately at this point, made it their goal to try to keep the soulless vermin at bay. The new generation however will bring this war above ground.
Chapter 1:
"Hearts will never be practical until they can be made to be unbreakable." ~ L. Frank Baum
The one thing that eased the horrific pain of her plight was the same thing that caused it in the first place. At this point, however, the prognosis was set. She was going to die. Her own body was rotting out her spine, and yet she was still feeling the pain when the effects of the drug wore off. It wasn't something that stimulated the neural synapses like with other drugs that dealt with pain. While the chemicals did their job, they actually made the parts of the body pretend to be healed while they faltered tremendously in doing so. That was the original hook, line and sinker of why it sold so well in the first place. The high had nothing to do with affecting the brain's perception, but the body itself. That's also why now that it had caused the body to attack itself, why other drugs wouldn't even dull the pain anymore. And although some men seemed to be seeing these after effects as well, it was more onsetting in pregnant women. At first they weren't even sure what was causing it. But it also resulted in their babies being born with large tumors practically trying to replace the brain stem. Yes, a few died before the technology was finished for it, but luckily a break through in nano technology arose from this epidemic. A self updating chip that could keep the brain functioning was invented. And as Westley Treader overlooked the birth of his daughter, he personally blamed himself for all this in the first place. He's the one that insisted Siobahn have a baby with him. But since then, all he saw were the signs of his wife deteriorating, and he knew it wouldn't be too far down the road that she probably wouldn't even be coherent anymore. Even though he loved her more than anything in the world, it was going to be eventual that he wasn't even going to be strong to watch her go down the progressing path to her grave. At that moment, he had to leave the room.
Westley Treader, stock market guru, reduced to avoiding seeing his wife suffer, not to mention his daughter had become a parasite in his mind already. He had two sons from a previous marriage, but that was nothing compared to his life with Siobahn. And he loved his two sons, Westley Jr. and Matthew and that's why he insisted in the first place that the love of his life should have a child with him. That bond would become complete. But as the research showed, that was a horrible idea. And there was nothing they could do but reduce her pain, and this...this now parasitic creature...was his spawn. He had his mind set he wasn't going to break in front of the boys, but his decision also was that after today, he and Siobahn would divorce. She and the now screaming babe down the hall, which silenced into whimpers of dysphoria from the known tumor and eventual surgery would go off to live and be taken care of. Quite possibly let the boys see her when she was lucid, they did love her so. He wouldn't deny them the right to see their mother figure. So, after placing a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders, Westley left the hospital to take care of the legalities.
The procedure had become quite simple, remove the tumor, insert the chip to the remaining brain stem. Beyond that, not much research was availed to the children who were given this treatment. They figured the brain would function normally, just with the aid of the Mniverphitz chip. But as soon as Matthew and Westley Jr. saw their baby sister for the first time, they noticed the piercing stare back. And as they learned that the birth certificate said her name was Andraia, there was a curious understanding at least in Matthew that his baby sister was taking everything in. Andraia was analyzing everything in such a perceptive way that it almost made Matthew shudder.
As promised, Westley Sr. allowed the boys to visit Siobahn. He kept her picture by his bedside, a picture of her before...all this. That was how he wanted to remember her. He refused to even accompany the boys to drop them off. She was in the care of her brother, Thomas, and it was arranged that he would bring Westley Jr. and Matthew back and forth. He had a son of his own, who had undergone the same surgery that Andraia had, a year before her. His own wife had passed not too long after. But their line was a stubborn one, as Siobahn stayed on for a while longer than most. Matthew, however, took up most of her time when he visited. He was, after all, the most connected with her. At the same time, he would visit the nursery to see this miniature version of his mother. There was the same golden red hair, curled in fresh ringlets. Andraia was almost a clone, it seemed, except those green eyes seemed to spark with insight. He didn't know if she could talk, and wouldn't for a while, because even then, she kept her speaking curt and precise - only when necessary. He noticed similarities in his young cousin, as well. What really astounded him, however, was if the two were put together in the same vicinity, there was almost an acute communication that went on between the two. It was as if they were twins, but deeper than that. He found them to be quite fascinating.
Meanwhile, there were others that were noticing this behavior in those who were receiving the Mniverphitz chips, but instead of fascination in a positive manner, they were finding it disgusting what they saw. It would eventually dawn on one of them to find an advantage to this, but then again, when it came to Leslee Malchovich's view of his younger brother, Tobias, if it didn't give him an advantage, it was worthless. He would eventually be afraid of it and try to quash it, but would come around to find it imperative to his goals. That spark in Tobias' eyes would be at Les's mercy, yes, the whole world at his feet.
As the years passed, however, the mothers of these children were not in pain anymore. They were delivered to their graves as the doctors promised would happen, for they could not find a way to keep the Mniverphitz disease from destroying the body. The implications of what it might have on the children who suffered the Mniverphitz tumors was yet to be seen, so no actual prognosis could be set. Tobias' father became more involved with his work at the passing of his wife, so that Leslee had more say so in the young boy's life. Andraia's brothers were some of the few who would even dare enter the room with her. Matthew found her to be a fascinating subject. He kept prodding her to see how advanced she was. She seemed to absorb the books and the lessons deeply.
Her first words they ever heard her speak, however, were at the funeral of Siobahn. Andraia never really got to spend much time with her mother. but knew of her well. And as she leaned over the hole of the grave, they could hear her words float off into the wind that fluttered through her hair and the trees. "Mother's gone to be with the angels." It struck them cold, as it did her as well. For she too, wanted to just be with the angels.
Ch. 2
“Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.” -- Terry Pratchett
Tobias Malchovich was under his brother Leslee's care, and therefore under his iron thumb. This is how his brother preferred it. He crept up behind the little boy as he was building an architecturally accurate model of Tokyo out of little plastic blocks, tightly grasped a few curly locks on Toby's head and pulled sharply.
Lee's voice hissed against the little ear, for he knew the boy listened to everything even though he hasn't spoken yet. This was to Lee's advantage in the long run. "What ever are we going to do today, little brother?" He said the title with disgust with just enough hint of demanding respect from his acolyte as he preferred to called it. His little acolyte tensed and barely made a sound as his head was jerked back. Les observed the vast model that was made, and in a jealous rage he catapulted the young boy into the meticulously built little city. It broke apart, obviously, under the weight of the child crashing into it. Lego blocks scattered around the floor.
