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The Aether backstory: Part One


Vyz Ejstu

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“They told us it was impossible…They were right.”

 

 

 

The scorching sun, the blistering desert wind, the screams and shouts of the desperate people behind us. The images immediately switched to outer space. I saw the earth, a small blue sphere, seemingly insignificant against the backdrop of the celestial realm in all its glory. The image stayed there for a second shorter than I would have liked it.

 

Again, I was teleported into the chaos I just escaped. The people were being held off by armoured guards. Somewhere in my confused mind, I sensed a tinge of acquaintance with them all. The crowd seemed grimly desperate to get to where I was standing.

 

“Hisashi, we need to leave, now!” A voice screamed in my ear.

 

As the view turned, my eyes caught Kyle standing in the crowd. He was wearing the same uniform the others were wearing. Standing beside him were Nora and little Jeane. The three of them waved frantically at me, smiling and cheering me on. Somehow, I knew that they were all just trying to be brave: the sadness beneath their eyes was way too evident. But, my brother seemed happy, almost ecstatic at my departure. The door closed and darkness enveloped me.

 

I woke up with a dreadful headache, enough of it to kill every living human three times over. My entire body was stiff and ached with a pain that drove me to the edge of utter madness. The place was cold, as if I took a walk on a winter evening without so much as cloth on my back. Somewhere in my foggy mind I remember being told to stay still and wait the pain out.

While I waited for the pain to subside, I strained to get my thoughts together. The thoughts that came were ones I didn’t ever want to remember. I slept off, the tiredness overcoming the terror of pain.

 

Kyle, Nora, Jeane, Sonke, Tzu, Peretti, Karl… A pang of guilt stung me, hurting more than the pain my body had to endure. I killed them. I killed them all. The Arkship could only take so few people and it was no secret that to a large extent, the selection process was corrupted. What was to become of the people left behind? Death, famine, wars, disease and distress. Oethe Inc. had decided to change that.

 

As the Arkship was being constructed, Oethe was busy building our light at the end of the tunnel. The masses sponsored the project: any alternative hope was worth the world. Hundreds of billions of dollars were poured in and still the people on this craft with me were the children and grandchildren of those that had started the project. What was the name again?

 

I struggled to scratch my head, realising that I could move my hands. How long was I asleep? I craned my neck to the left all that was there was the white wall of the “Cocoon”. With a hiss, the transparent cover slid down, and the Cocoon tilted, patiently waiting, it seemed for me to make my first step. It was harder than I thought possible. My body was as stiff as a mountain. With great difficulty I put one foot out and adjusted my weight—I was floating within the moment. Slowly pulling myself along the cold metallic walls, I used the faint illumination provided by the electric blue phantom lights somewhere on the roof to guide myself along the dark corridor to the control centre. The pain was immense, nerve wracking at times, as my joints began to recover the fluidity of movement they once had.

 

We had been warned, hadn’t we? The project we were undertaking was one that entire nations in a massive and surprisingly concerted effort struggled to finance and complete. Even if we did complete the project, what would happen if an error on the on-board computer wiped us out in space? What was going to stop space debris from destroying this fragile structure?  Nonetheless, we pressed on. What hope did we have here on earth or with the corruption fraught selection system the United Nations hailed as fair and square? We had no hope on this planet.

 

As I entered the massive control centre, Eidolon came online.

 

“Hisashi, how are you feeling?”

 

I loosened my tongue and tried to reply. All that came out was a grunt.

 

“Is that how you thank me for keeping your sorry life intact?”

 

I shook my head, half amused, half frightened. Eidolon was the on-board AI developed by Oethe. He was more human than computer, being based in part on the high output brain scan of the Oethe founder. That made him, above all else, dangerous.

 

“I would have opened the air-lock to teach you manners, but the lot of you are still going to die anyway.”

 

My neck snapped in the direction of his holographic image.

 

“Ow! Whaa…do…say?!”  

 

“There is a catastrophic system failure in Section 53. The Instant On-board Error Analysis and Repair System (IO.EARS) has reported its inability to fix the problem.”

Section 53 was the central propulsion hub.

 

“How much…tume… we have?” I asked, sweating despite the cool breeze.

 

Eidolon moved across the room to the windows.

 

“Until we enter the gravitational field of the Arkship’s current home: one hour, fifty-four minutes and thirty-three seconds.”

 

Panic kicked in faster than light.

 

I could leave this ship and escape. There were enough emergency crafts to go round and I could at least save myself and carry the legacy of the Oethe with me. Eidolon could be deactivated or commanded, either way, I would need his help.

 

“Thinking of leaving, aren’t we, Grand Architect?”

 

I spun round and flew back in bewilderment as Eidolon closed in on me.

 

“I’m disappointed.” Even as he said those words, the command centre lit up in a brilliant but, macabre show of red lights.

Eidolon stood over me, looming and threatening even as the lights made his face seem dark, almost hellish.

 

“You are—“

 

“Shut up.” I spat and assumed my standing position.

 

He looked taken aback.

 

“I said shut up, if you didn’t hear me the first time. I’m not leaving. Go make yourself useful somewhere.”

 

Without so much as a word, the AI vanished into animated aurora that flew down the corridor and out of sight.

Running away right now would make me a worse person than all the tyrants, dictators, cowards, deceivers and war mongers that made us leave in the first place.

I slowly sat down in the Prime Seat and assessed our imminent death. The five hundred and fifty-seven people on this ship were my family and responsibility. The survival of Project Deliverance hung on my shoulders.

From what the Argos’ computer was relaying to me, there was no chance of survival.

The critics of this Project Deliverance had clearly told us:

 

“It’s impossible.”

 

They were right.

The planet loomed ahead, embracing us with arms of death. At this speed, we would all be dead before we felt any pain.

I whispered to myself, lost in fear, terror and desperation.

 

“Hold on, Kyle. I’m coming.” 

 

Part Two will be released soon. Stay tuned for more. 

Find out more about the Aether here.

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The five hundred and fifty-seven people on this ship were my family and responsibility.

 

I don't mean to be that guy, but where did you get this figure from? Methinks the Arkship would be capable of holding many more people.

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I don't mean to be that guy, but where did you get this figure from? Methinks the Arkship would be capable of holding many more people.

"Well, this is not the Arkship. Project Deliverance was an alternative to the Arkship. Oethe Inc. and its massive manpower tried to help out the people that weren't picked.

In essence, I'll give you a spoiler: the ship's name is: "Terra Ulterior. And unknown, to our dear Grand Architect, there are many more people aboard the ill-fated ship."

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"Part Two of the Aether's backstory will be online tomorrow. Preparing for it has been quite intriguing and exciting. While Part Two may be too short to answer many questions already buzzing in your minds, be rest assured: before Part 5 most will be answered and new ones will be added. Is there any thing you'd like to see featured in the series? Leave a comment below. If not, keep your fingers crossed."

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"The update will be few minutes late. My family and I had to travel somewhere important today, and you know how these things go. We came home late and I still have to proof read and make corrections. I hope you'll understand. Thank you."

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  • 2 weeks later...

I found part 1 and 3 of the Aether backstory, did part 2 not get published? 

"Part 2 did get published... I was experimenting with what format of titles would generate the best response. Part 2 is: You will Remember Us. I can't edit the topic title, so I'll keep the mistake in mind and move on. Thank you for the response!"

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"Part 2 did get published... I was experimenting with what format of titles would generate the best response. Part 2 is: You will Remember Us. I can't edit the topic title, so I'll keep the mistake in mind and move on. Thank you for the response!"

 

I believe if you click the "Use Full Editor" button after you hit "Edit", you should be able to change the title of the topic. This also allows you to change tags

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"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Grand Architect" Eidolon replied, his cold monotone voice echoing throughout the dead ship.  (tribute to HAL 9000)


I have a bad feeling about this AI, gonna look for part 2 now to see what happens!

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