Dream

Ina_meishou

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#1
This is a cross between Blue Sub and a universe which will remain unnamed, at least by me. It should be pretty obvious towards the end. It isn't polished or planned out, I just got the urge to write it.

As always, comments are welcome.

O0O

I amàTired.

Hours ago, Verg sent a last report from the Streambase that she would destroy it to keep the humans from its secrets. The war seems to be slowly running down to its end.

And then, I suppose it will finally be time for me to rest.

But before that, I feel myself wishing to leave a record. Much of what has occurred is common knowledge, the reshaping of the earthÆs surface, the raising of the oceans and the destruction of much of the habitable landmasses and food production zones. But the core of the conflict, the root, seems to have been missed.

It was in the last few years of the twentieth century that I first began my research. I had been teaching at Carthford University, and it was nearing the end of the year when I was first approached.

They painted a grand picture of Project Blue, wheat that could grow at the poles, potatoes that could live on the seabed, people born with abilities that we could only imagine.

A world of hope, freedom from scarcity, Eden.

The first few years went well. There were incidents with fringe groups, that we were creating poisoned crops, that we were playing god, and the like, but the first strains of recombinant wheat tested well, and the testing grounds in the desert began to flourish, and much of the dissent was quieted, or at least swept under the tide of support.

Samuel, the head of the agricultural division worked wonders, and funding flooded in as more and more countries lined up to join Project Blue and share in the rewards.

My group, in charge of the fauna project, met with less success. There were some in the administration who pushed for our budget to be folded into the more productive agricultural group, and we spent almost as much time arguing in committees as we did with our research.

In the end, it was only Makoto, from the Trans-D group, who saved us. His mania drove the Discretionary Committee to close down that group instead, and we were permitted to return to our work in peace.

It wasnÆt until 2009 that we saw our breakthrough, it was KleinmanÆs efforts which finally broke the puzzle and we created the Kleinman Adaptable Omnivorous Product. The name never took off, and within a year the news groups had dubbed it the Kattle.

After that, all the budgetary problems weÆd faced seemed to vanish. Money poured in, and with KleinmanÆs procedures we turned out dozens of species, creatures that turned wastes into coal, organics into hydrocarbons, sewage into potable water. We worked with Samuel to produce a breed of plants which would filter carbon from the atmosphere far faster than algae and animals to rapidly spread them.

And in 2014, Isabella, my first daughter.

Her eyes could see in ways the rest of us needed a machine the size of a car to manage. Her bones were stronger, her muscles more efficient, her lungs and heart better than any human. She represented a new step for our species.

And in 2016, she was murdered.

I quit the project. Kleinman took over and continued his work with lower species. But never again did they attempt to work with humans. Occasionally, he or Samuel would send a message; tell me about the people involved, about the work being done.

They never asked me to come back, and I was grateful for that.

It wasnÆt until Linda McKenzie knocked on the door of my apartment that things came to a head.

The woman was reasonably polite. It was obvious she was one of those who agreed that Isabella had been an abomination, but she had the decency to keep her interaction with me civil.

No, she saved her hatemongering for the newscast she aired shortly after our interview.

To her, Isabella was a tragedy, an innocent life that was pitied even as it had to die.

But I, I who had brought the girl to life, raised her, cared for her.

I was a monster.

I understand that before that newscast aired the woman had been struggling. With the abundance provided by Project Blue conflict had dropped off, there was rarely much to report on besides celebrities and politicians and the occasional ideological dispute that had erupted into violence.

But with that broadcast, she became a sensation.

I had never understood, before that year, just how widespread the hatred for my child had run. But over the course of seven months my life slowly became less bearable as disgust bloomed into hatred and violence.

In the end, it was not a hard choice to disappear. My family was dead; my friends had slowly ceased our association as I became a liability. I was hardly universally hated, but enough people did, and were loud enough about it, to drown out any real support.

I slipped into the masses, and vanished.

I donÆt remember when the idea first came to me, but by late in 2019 I had built a plan, a plan to end the bigotry that had fueled my daughterÆs murder, my victimization, and countless other atrocities.

I would show humanity their faults, or I would destroy them.

My first step was to find what they had done with Makoto, he was in a facility near Storthsbridge in England. I had connections with the government, enough to get him released to my care, but few physical resources. If Makoto could finish his work and build a Trans-D gate, I could find them.

It wasnÆt until I got him across the ocean and into a secure lab in America that I managed to work out what he was babbling about.

Functional magic, or something with similar effects. I donÆt know what terminology Humanity uses for what he brought us.

It took a year to work out the details, and to build his Trans-D gateway, but it was worth it. A universe of possibilities was at our fingertips, gene sequences, arcane formulae, odd technology, and raw materials.

It was perfect.

My first lab had been abandoned shortly after I rescued Makoto, and my second, in an obscure coastal inlet was too small. I used some of my remaining connections in the government and acquired a small island in the south pacific, on the condition I continue to live below the public consciousness.

Isolated, we began our work.

The first experiments were small scale. My daughters were wonderful, beautiful girls. I made them grow quickly, and within five years we had a full workforce.

Then we began the real work. The Musica were our first creations. Nialle designed them, brilliant prodigy that she was. They were living creature larger than a whale and capable of destroying a battleship, they would be our transports and bases.

There were dozens others; we knew that Humanity would struggle fiercely. For the most part, we kept the human form. It was versatile, adaptable, and it was my hope that Humanity could learn, if faced with something it could not simply murder with a single shot, to coexist with my children, and to come together until they were one.

I took great pains to make this possible, to allow most my daughters to remain close enough to humanity to create families of their own. It was Nialle who suggested that we push back the onset of fertility, in an effort to reduce the disparity early pregnancy had produced in our histories.

Finally, we were ready. The Trans-D device was destroyed, though Makoto insisted on leaving through it beforehand. I let him go, he was mad and wished to see as much as he could before he died.

A retrovirus activated the latent parthenogenic properties of my children, and within two years, they had spread throughout the oceans, alongside the Musica and the other creatures.

And then, I unleashed the key component.

Typhona.

It was the key to my plans. Humanity would suffer, they would be destroyed, and in the ashes, they would join with my children and be reborn.

I set Typhona off and left my island in the Streambase, a large research facility we had built into a submarine. It was a slow journey, and not a short one, but I had the time.

There was one last thing that needed to be done.

As Typhona raged across the world, and Humanity struggled to mount a defense, I and my daughters began to transform the Polar Continent into a paradise.

We built a tap into the crust of the earth, drawing heat and power out from the mantle layer. Plants grew in the soil and released gasses that helped capture solar heat.

The ice melted and the oceans grew, I used arcane methods to create even greater flooding. Even as Typhona tore the continents apart, I flooded the lowlands that remained. Humanity stood at the brink of extinction.

It was nearly time to end it, time for my children to come out of hiding, for typhona to disappear and for the world to be reborn.

I gave the instructions to reveal us to the world on the same day the Human allies revealed the Victory and killed Typhona.

The conflict destroyed northern Africa utterly, and the aftereffects ruined all civilization on the rest of the continent. Much of the Mediterranean shore was similarly devastated. The Ship itself was destroyed in the process, the energies it had channeled far too much for its structure.

The result was out of my worst nightmares. The advances of my children were met with violence. Nialle was killed before any of us knew what had happened.

On that day, the War truly began.

The rest is, of course, history. The Humans rallied to the cause of killing ômonstersö, their weapons failed them, and against an enemy such as my children, measures like the Victory were useless. My girls were too widespread to kill all at once, too powerful to be killed piecemeal. The Chinese tried to use bio-weapons, plagues and other tools, but failed. The Bloody Flu and Red Plague have done more damage to Humanity than my children ever have.

The Japanese created the most successful weapon. Their retrovirus, designed to force a subtle shift in the mindset of newly born girls, encouraging them to form a psychic bond with a human is nothing short of genius in its design. The transition life forms they released with it are equally so.

I predict that within as few as six generations, most of my children will have this trigger built into them, and perhaps that is for the best. Already, humans live side by side with the girls they have taken into their midst. While some nations still fight, and the war has not stopped, other lands have quietly accepted this new facet to of terrestrial life.

I can only hope that, in the years to come, Humanity will indeed change.

It is what I have given all my life for, what I have thrown my children to their deaths for.

It is my

-Transcript, found unsaved on James ScottÆs recording terminal when his body was first discovered in 2036 CE, two days before the signing of the Polar Treaty.
 

biigoh

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#2
>_>

<_<

Interesting take on the start of the pokegirls setting.
 

Souffle

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#3
Ina_meishou said:
And in 2014, Isabella, my first daughter.

Her eyes could see in ways the rest of us needed a machine the size of a car to manage. Her bones were stronger, her muscles more efficient, her lungs and heart better than any human. She represented a new step for our species.

And in 2016, she was murdered.
Here. Right here.

 
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