It began many years ago, in what you would reckon as the distant future. I was one of the leading scientists in the great CityState Utopia. That is until my experiments in cloning led to my terrible downfall.
In Utopia, all the needs of the populace are provided for, and man has achieved peace, equality, and equilibrium with the environment. Free of the worries of disease, and prejudice, the people aspire to create beauty in art, literature, science, and music. Long ago, science perfected the Bergholm Process, a means by which life spans were dramatically increased, disabilities and disease eliminated, and fear of death a long forgotten memory. In this most tranquil civilization, science was pursued with fervent joy, each new discovery a celebration to the glory of our intellect, and the prosper of our culture.
At this most glorious of times, our Great CityState was governed by a Council of Scientists, learned scholars of talent and devotion to the needs of the citizenry. I was one such Council member, and many were my accomplishments on behalf of my beloved Utopia and her people. As a Council member, my desire to serve Utopia was unbridled by thoughts and worries of overstepping the Laws of Nature. Of unraveling the nature of creation, and looking into the soul of man unafraid of what was to be found. Why? Why did I begin my cloning experiments? If I had known what terrible consequences to myself, and to my beloved Utopia, I would have never undertaken those experiments, an all too ignorant pursuit of knowledge, into the dark corners of the soul. Oh the terrible cost, the lives lost to my hubris!
I look back with eyes rimmed with tears, at my mistaken pride. A clone, a perfect replication, but not of my mind. No! Not of any Utiopian mind. A creature of unrelenting hostility and evil was born that day, from machines and processes surely driven by infernal design. If only I could have stopped him, before he turned his malicious tendencies upon my person, I might have saved the people who he first found and extinguished.
Before he escaped into the timestream with a stolen Chronal Artifact, he had massacred a handful of citizens. Murder! A crime unheard of for centuries uncounted, bewildering the minds of all Utopia. How could this happen? Driven from Utopia, and stripped of my citizenship, banished from my Great CityState, I was sent into the wilderness. And in this wilderness, bourne of my tears and shame, I did build for myself a Temporal Tracker, that I might seek out my dangerous progeny, and bring this twisted reflection back to Utopia for justice.
I have found the Crimson Nematode in this time, and have pursued him to this place. I will not make the mistake of trying to reason once more with so malicious an intelligence. The Soothing Rehabilitation Rays of Peace will subdue the creature, and I will impel ourselves back into the future before irreparable harm is done in the past, causing the elimination of my Glorious CityState Utopia in the future.
-Verdant Ecdysozoa
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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