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Forgotten Dreams

A Collection of

Unfinished Texts

Written from

February of 2018 to August of 2020

Written & Illustrated by

Nahte Yamasztuka

January 1st, 2022

Edition 2

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To Renata, who forced me to learn how to draw,

and to my AP English Literature teacher,

for forcing me to write all this crap.

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Preface

Before I get too far, I would like to thank you for reading this volume. If you purchased a

physical copy, thank you even more! And to those of you who use these writings to inspire

another work, I profoundly thank you most of all. It’s what makes creating art worth it.

Forgotten Dreams began as a novel concept in late 2018, when I was 16 years old and a

Sophomore in High School. The concept began to blossom throughout the year of 2019, as I

drew heaps of character art for the writing that developed. This short concept culminated into a

National Novel Writing Month entry in November of 2019, which exceeded 10,000 words before

the month was out. Being too ambitious of a project for the time constraints and my writing

experience, it never got too far past the introducing chapters and an unfinished story structure.

I left many of my creative endeavors for almost half a year following that November

from burnout, and in that intermittent time I decided that it would be for the better to leave the

two-year-old mess of a story behind rather than try to rewrite it again and again. This would

prove to be the right decision in the long run, as I began to create better stories and improve my

writing far beyond what I had begun in high school.

You will see many recurring characters throughout these writings which I have created

artwork of, if you are familiar with my other works, and some characters that have been ported

into other projects of mine. Many themes and characters throughout these writings may also bear

some similarity to my more recent stories inherently, as some of the same concepts and sources

that inspired me to write then still inspire me to write now. As I am releasing this document into

the public domain, these characters and concepts as they are described and characterized here are

free to use for any purpose. However, for using these characters as they are depicted outside of

the works in this volume, their respective licenses should be advised.

I would consider this writing to be bad, at least compared to what I am producing today.

Some of its older contents are nearing four years of age, and looking back on the person who I

was when I wrote many of these older documents, I have become someone wholly different.

Although this writing is bad, it is not my place to keep these writings private to fade away, as the

person who once wrote these stories would not have wanted them to. On top of that, some of

these documents and concepts may prove useful to another writer seeking some public domain

inspiration. It is my intent to release these writings into the public domain to preserve the spark

that began my creative journey, to laugh at the writings I once considered to be the best I would

ever develop, and to maybe, just maybe, encourage someone to find their spark too. Keep

writing, keep drawing, and keep making things! You will never be able to make something

amazing without first summiting a mountain of garbage, and trust me, I would know.

Nahte Yamasztuka

January 1st, 2022.

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Document 1: Forgotten Dreams – A Summary (Chapters)

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on May 17th, 2019.

Note: This is a shorthand summary of my thoughts on this story until this point, which stayed

contained in my head until this point in March. There are many spelling errors throughout this

one. Many of the concepts had not been introduced at this point, and it is largely unfinished.

Chapter 0: Lost

This chapter begins with Zeljko face down in the snow. We hear his wonderfully worded

terrible letter to himself as a snowstorm sets on. He miraculously finds a small concrete box in

the snow. Somehow, it is heated. He looks around for some useful things, and ultimately finds a

purple volleyball sized orb in one of the bins. He knocks the glowing hexagon, and a ginormous

spectacle occurs. Shinii appears out of this ruckus, introducing himself. He learns your name by

looking at the letter you show him. To his discovery, Shinii finds that he has been in sleep mode

for nine thousand years. This agitates him, as he is angry his creator did not come and wake him.

He then tries to contact his creator, and it fails. Shinii slips into histeria for a second, before

making his dialogue to zeljko about working together to find the cause of this disappearance.

Shinii notes that a mining corporation was only a few kilometers over, and they go to it with

dialogue in between. They find an intact tram there, and take it.

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1 begins with Shinii and Zeljko exiting the train at the last stop. They see the city in the

distance, and begin making their way towards it. Shinii tells Zeljko how he had been to this city

before, and it had been bustling. He notes that the city should probably be nonexistent with all of

the weathering. Zeljko jumps, thinking he heard a sound. Shinii says that it's been so long that

most if not all of the parts in any robot should have decayed by this point. Right on queue, Shinii

is nailed with a shopping cart, mounted by a box-like being. This box proclaimed itself to be the

Super Cool President of this area, and that it sworn to defeat any intruders. Shinii kicks the cart

down the hill along with the annoying box, named Hertig. As the 2 keep walking, Shinii says that

its like a circus around here. As they're conversing, the bg gets darker. suddenly, a large spotlight

appears over the 2 partners. Hertig yells about how his whole speech was leading to this cool

circus thing. He says that according to the newest prophecies of the all-knowing, they would

arrive and hertig was destined to defeat them. after his monologue and goofs, they duo decide to

play along to gain more information about these all knowing and possibly what happened to this

civilization. they get through the 7 trials, and at the last one hertig and Shinii get into a fight.

hertig challenges them to a duel in the center plaza at dusk, and Shinii accepts. since they have

time to spare after making it to the centre, they walk into one of the rundown glowing shops. it

was a bar, and several of the types of hertigs minions were there. plus, gitreh, the bartender

(looks just like hertig in a terrible disguise but is their own individual character.) after bar

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dialogue, hertig is sighted in the square. queue western scene parody. fight, shinii and zeljko win

by tripping hertig. “I've come to make an announcement” scene. the duo sneak around past

troops and make their way to hertigs castle, an Italian restaurant. they disturb hertig in his

spaghetti dinner. nobody disturbs hertigs spaghetti time. flows into mech scene, fight ensues.

hertig loses, the duo help him up. they establish that they arent here to hurt hertig and only want

answers to their questions. hertig invites them to join for spaghetti dinner. during dinner, hertig

unveils that a unit from the all knowing should be here any minute to capture them. hertig says

he doesnt want the prophecy to come true. he leads the duo to his room of treasures where there

get outfitted to fight. these aren't normal weapons, but dorky stuff that wont work very good and

is just plain funny. they enter the city centre, and the all knowing unit shows up on her

motorbike. she discounts and hertig greets her. hertig yells MINIONS, SUPRISE ATTACK! this

flunks spectacularly, and Zeljko and Shinii get their chance to shine. through struggle, they win.

hertig quickly writes them a note and ushers them on their way, warning of more troops soon.

hertig implies that he had committed treason and would be executed. but, hertig wants to go

down with his ship, and tells the duo to follow his map at the train station stop. as they leave,

they see hertig running off. later, looking back at the city, a monstrous explosion occurs.

according to hertigs note, this was to save the suffering of himself and his citizens.

Chapter 2: Enter the Arena

the duo with the traveller hertig appointed arrive at the station after transferring lines a few

times. they walk through a small town towards a large factory like building. eventually, they

walk into the building in a doctor's lobby type area. a rather crude, large robot is at the reception

desk. they try to make an appointment, and get a tab for appointment #longnumber. the sign on

the wall says appointment 7. shinii asks the robot what its name is, and it says classified. shinii

than states he is an admin, and asks again. the robot looks up, and says that shinii is lying. shinii

gets angry, and Zeljko points to the nametag on its desk. Its name is Obse. They ask Obse who

its master is, and Obse points toward the door. Shinii walks toward the door as it flings open in

his face, slamming him against the wall. A tall figure with saws for arms walks through. Haha

scary, actually cutie Kaeti. Kaeti asks what brings them there, and they say that the man behind

brought them, but he is gone. I his place is a letter on the ground. She reads the letter, and

motions them to come in the shop. They walk throughout the shop as Kaeti speaks about their

situation. Kaeti says that she can't give them any info unless they prove themselves worthy. A

ring rises above the ground. Boxbot-1 falls from the sky. This is the self righting clown doll like

thing. After many many punches, Shinii gets fed up and throws the thing over the rails. Obse

(referee) calls game. Boxbot-2

Chapter 3: The Canopy's Mystery, Chapter 4: Cyber Leviathan, Chapter 5: Laboratory,

Chapter 6: Capitol, Chapter 7: Alyssa’s Library

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Document 2: Forgotten Dreams – A Summary (Characters)

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on May 1st, 2019.

Note: This is an extension of Document 1, focusing primarily on the characters themselves. It,

like Document 1, is widely unfinished.

-- "Prologue" --

• Characters

Zeljko

Shinii

- Shinii is a roboto, and has existed for god knows how long. He is made of nanobots, meaning

his form can shift and change depending on what he desires. These can prove very useful in

attacks and defences. His primary form has the body type of a kid of around the age of 10-12. He

wears a "skin tight" garment which has a dark purple hue with some lighter purple patches. The

idea of it being skin tight is odd however since he has no skin, and is closer to a talking pile of

ants than anything else. At the centre of his chest is a children's size soccer ball size area where

his CORE is contained. The CORE is his power source, and storage for his parts when retraction

is necessary. When he needs to, all of the nanobots can fit inside of this CORE and he floats

around similar to a fairy using the rotating rings on the outside of the CORE. When the CORE is

disconnected from any nanobot, it will stop functioning and fall to the ground like sand. As long

as there as a chain from one bot to the next, his form will always keep shape. His memories and

processing also occurs in the CORE, so even if all of the nanobots have been disconnected he

will still technically be alright.

-- Chapter 1: Good Lord it's Freezing --

• Characters

Hertig

- A short, stubby robot who is the self proclaimed emperor of the entire world. Previously an

autonomous dishwasher who loaded dirty dishes into himself whenever found (despite having

trouble reaching the counter to retrieve said dishes) he gained true sentience at some point over

the last 26 thousand-some years, we're not quite sure when. The reason why Hertig gained the

capability of true sentience he had was due to his master/owner being lonely, and needing

someone to respond to their queries. They illegally modified his components to have a much

higher form of artificial intelligence, while still retaining the peak dish washing abilities as

before. As the robots which helped fix infrastructure decayed after the biological attack to end all

humans occured and were put out of commission, the infrastructure of the city he inhabited failed

as well. To help fix this and protect the lives of his brethren, he proclaimed himself supreme

leader and hastily took "control" of his general area. A great surprise to absolutely no one, this

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did not work, as constructing and repair bots weren't particularly built to do things other than fix

and build. However, he gained some other more odd and off kilter followers, most of which were

other appliance robots which had basic AI, but no purpose anymore in the horribly long absence

of any humans. In their minds, humans became synonymous with despair and joblessness,

catalysts of the end of all good times. This, combined with their overconsumption of american

action movies and shonen anime, lead to their complete disposition and misrepresentation of the

human race, although they didn't really hate humans. It wouldn't take much to swing them one

way or the other to be honest, whether that be through a peaceful conclusion, or a battle to duke

it out to the last bot standing.

Hertig is clad with a badass boombox playing the most badass tunes you ever done heard. His

kicks are fly, his beats are sick. He travels in a grocery store shopping cart with flames spray

painted on the side, not to mention tin foil exhaust pipes duct taped on as well. The cart is pushed

by 2 of his underlings from the back, as Hertig stands with his right leg on top of the front end of

the cart. It's like a royal throne, but mobile and extremely badass. He wears a pair of triangle

anime sunglasses, and adorns a Cape reminiscent of guy fieri's classic shirt.

-- Subarc 1: Inverted --

• Characters

Prince Peisko

The King (temp)

Ms. Knight (temp)

-- Chapter 2 --

• Characters

Kaeti

- Kaeti is a robot, originally created by the colonizers. She was owned by a mechanic who

worked on other robots and machinery before The Event. This mechanic lived in a remote

location directly next to one of the CORE Towers which provided the shop with plenty of

electricity to operate. This mechanic also modified Kaeti, giving her a more advanced artificial

intelligence than other robots of her kind. After The Event occurred, Kaeti was left alone

forevermore with the mechanic's possessions and no customers to service, although there weren't

many in the first place. Over the course of the next many years, Kaeti became very lonely. This

was an effect of the new technology the mechanic installed inside her, which gives responses

similar to emotion. To cure her loneliness, Kaeti created a robot of her own out of the parts of

old and decaying bots. She named her creation Obse, a rather large bot clocking in at 7'9” and

close to a metric ton of weight. She used Obse for an alternative purpose as well, being able to

move around much faster than before. As a result of this new speed boost, she visited a larger

town closer to the mechanic's shop she lived in. In this town, Kaeti found hundreds of old

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dysfunctional bots for parts, but most importantly, she found some tapes of the sport Boxing. She

immediately became interested in the activity, but had no one to fight. This is where Kaeti

realized her talent was the same as her creator's, to build and fix bots. She created her own

competitors and pushed herself to the limit with each new creation. Within time, Kaeti had built

a huge lineup of 27 boxing fighters, BoxBots. After progressing her BoxBots’ abilities to nearly

her skill cap, Kaeti finally beat her latest BoxBot, BoxBot-27, 84 years after her 1st round in the

ring with it. Kaeti decided at that point she would create the ultimate fighter, one which could

never be beaten. After constructing this fighter for 24 hours a day, every day, for decades, she

finally finished BoxBox-U, the unbeatable. Naturally, she put it to the test, pitting BoxBot-27

against her ultimate creation. BoxBot-27 was knocked out in the 1st punch from BoxBox-U, who

smashed it completely when BoxBox-27 attempted to get up again. Kaeti was overjoyed, her

creation was perfect. She jumped into the ring and instructed BoxBot-U to power down.

However, it did not. BoxBot-U's purpose was to defeat every fighter in the ring, no matter who

or the consequences it would entail. It threw an extremely powerful punch at Kaeti, sending her

flying out of the ring, through a wall, and out into the snowy field outside. The lower portion of

her torso and top portion of her legs were completely destroyed to what was thought to be

beyond repair. However, Obse would not let that happen. It may have taken years, but it fixed

her to the point where Kaeti could begin to repair herself. It was at this time that she made the

edit to have removable and interchangeable appendages from the elbow forward. In the many

many years before the main storyline begins, Kaeti created 3 more BoxBots, ending at BoxBot-

30. By the time the main storyline picks up, Kaeti could never beat BoxBot-30 on her own due to

the injuries she had suffered from BoxBox-U. To combat this, she made a removable lightweight

attachment which gave her more boxing force than ever before. It worked in tangent with her

interchangeable arms, and allowed her to upgrade herself in a non-invasive way that could easily

be removed. With this attachment, Kaeti could strategize exactly how a fight would progress and

exactly the moves she would need to dominate, but BoxBot-30 always landed the final blow.

5,207 years after The Event, on a late autumn morning, Kaeti heard a large boom sound, like an

explosion. She brushed it off as a simple hallucination. In a few hours time, 2 unknown figures

appeared on the surveillance system, the first she had seen which were not of her own creation

since shortly after The Event. She yells into her vast shop, “Well gooollee, looks like we're

gonna have a bit of a smackdown tonight boys!”

Obse (O like in D’o’g, and E like in M'ay’)

-- Chapter 3 --

• Characters

FELIX

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-- Chapter 4 --

• Characters

Christiaan "Clockboy"

Liutprand "Liu" "Master (Christiaan)"

-- Chapter 7 --

• Characters

Dr. Varsto

- The lead scientist on Exoplanet sdM1 - Kapetyn. Male. Currently deceased. Age in flashbacks:

57. Height: 6'0". Weight: 170 lbs.

Dr. Jotsmoth

- The vice-leader scientist on Exoplanet sdM1 - Kapetyn. Male. Current age: ???. Age in

flashbacks: 53. Height: 5'9". Weight: 215 lbs. Created the concept of irradiating human beings to

try and find immortality.

-- Chapter 7: Capitol--

• Characters

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Document 3: Forgotten Dreams – References

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on March 24th, 2019.

Note: This is the most embarrassing thing I will ever write, and I hope that the Earth is struck by

a meteor specifically to destroy these pages and all who have read them. I hate you so much,

Document 3. I am going to deeply regret including this document in this collection forever.

Chapter 0

- The name of this story was created due to many concepts inside of it coming from my

dreams. I trained myself to remember them, but not until relatively recently before

starting work on this story… Sometimes i wonder how many concepts were forgotten

because i could never remember my dreams. BAM! There’s the name.

- The reason why Zeljko is mute is mostly because of me wanting the reader to put

themselves into the story as him. In my experiences playing games where the main

character has no dialogue and makes small 2 option choices, it is easy to insert oneself

into the world the character is inhabiting.

- Purple plays such a huge role in the story for the pure reason of it just being my favorite

color, and frankly that the color is underused. Thank you purple, very cool.

- Shinii is a combination of the Japanese words for 4 and 2, a reference to 42, the meaning

of life from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

- When first meeting Shinii he says “What, dont’cha know how to greet a new friend?”

This is a reference to when you first meet Sans in Undertale where Sans says, “Human,

Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?”

- The jingle that plays when the weasel turns on Shinii is the same jingle which plays when

solving a rather easy puzzle in Undertale and Deltarune.

- Of course, the transformation sequences in this chapter are heavily inspired by magical

girl anime. Who said I can't make Zeljko my own cute magical boy, huh?

Chapter 1

- Hertig is named after my drafting class at school.

- I thought Hertig’s name was oddly similar to the Maytag brand of appliances. It was

completely unintentional too, a nice touch.

- Hertig's original design was much more box-like and mechanical than his cartoon

appearance he takes on now. When I sent my concepts for Hertig to my good friend

Kisyku, they redesigned him to be a little more cartoony and round, and gave him his

signature red tie.

- Hertig’s glasses are a reference to Kamina from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan. I think it

represents how Hertig sees himself pretty well.

- Despite what you may think, Hertig being a dishwasher is NOT a reference to Herb

Copperbottom from Robots. I actually decided on what appliance he would be based on a

Discord poll I ran back in November 2018.

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- The city you explore was at first very similar to the one in Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou,

which you can still clearly see in the color and climate choices in this chapter.

- The haunted house in the first trial of terror is inspired from my elementary school's

haunted houses, which terrified 8 year old me.

- The hand sanitizer on the chicken parmesan in the 3rd trial of terror is a bit of a callback

to a common theme in my childhood, when my siblings would put hand sanitizer on

things I put in my mouth (toothbrush, potato chips, etc.)

- Hertig's Treasure Room, a blue hoodie with a ear-like appendages coming out the top can

be seen among other garments. This is the sweater worn by Kisyku in Bodacious Kisyku

World, created by Kisyku. Did I mention Kisyku yet?

Chapter 2

- Many of the boxing concepts were created from my experiences watching Megalo Box

and Real Steel, along with my love for the Punch Out! video game series. I’d be lying if

the Rock ‘em Sock ‘em game didn’t play a part in that as well…

Chapter 4

- The Simulator’s design was partially inspired by Nightmare Knight from Cucumber

Quest, and bosses from the Kirby series of games.

- The idea for this chapter actually spiraled off from an image of a man canoeing in the

ocean, with daytime above him and the night time sky below. I wish i had the image on

hand to link… it’s out there somewhere.

- When Shinii says “Ah, you’re finally awake.” It is a reference to the beginning of Skyrim

where a man says “Hey you, you’re finally awake.”

Chapter 6

- The 2 doctors in this chapter are based off of friends from school.

- For once, the people melting from the nanobugs is NOT a reference to the

Amalgamations from Undertale! Yay! Even when I try to not draw inspiration from Toby

Fox, I still end up doing so somehow…

- The inspiration for the melting people actually came from this weird website called

“thiscatdoesnotexist.com”, my attention brought to it specifically by Vinesauce Vinny’s

stream of the website. The melting cats along with the backgrounds of the images which

appear to be fur most of the time, gave me the idea for the walls to be made out of this

reconstructed flesh.

- The idea of the pixies came from, you guessed it, fireflies. They’re magical to me, mostly

because they didn’t exist where I lived at the time of concept. Seeing them up north was

always a special treat.

Chapter 8(?)

Peisko was (unsurprisingly) originally a Kirby gijinka

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Document 4: Chapter 0 – Lost

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on October 19th, 2019.

Note: This is a working draft of the first half of Chapter 0. You’ll notice many chapter drafts are

only the first halves, I don’t think I had the patience to get through an entire chapter this early.

Cold.

Absolutely, mind numbingly, cold.

This is exactly what he would of thought, if he had a frame of reference as to what cold

actually was.

Aside from this fact, it was awfully dark as well. Not to mention cold.

He looks up. Given that nothing but black was to be seen, that didn't quite work. He

slightly adjusts his posture as to where his face is not completely buried in about 7 centimeters of

freshly fallen snow. He tries again. It works.

With this change in perspective, it seems like the sun has finally started to function again.

As his eyes adjust to this new presence of vision, a landscape comes into view. The sky gleams

with vibrant shades of gray, contrasting with the sea of white expanding further than the horizon.

In the distance, sharp peaks of a mountain range are barely visible through the falling flakes.

Something irked to him that this extended stay of lying down in the powder was finally

over. He puts his hands on the ground, sets his elbows at 90 degrees, and hoists himself up.

Unfortunately, ice doesn’t make for the greatest surface to hoist oneself up onto, and he

subsequently falls back into darkness. Upon a second go at it, he finally gets up onto his own 2

feet. He looks back at his roughly 5 foot long impression left in the soft ground, and feels oddly

satisfied with himself. Looking around once more, the distant mountain range now seems a little

closer than when among the snow.

He brushes this nuisance causing white material off his dark brown coat, lined with the

wooly fur of an animal from a nation too far away to matter at that moment. He then brushes it

off of his similarly structured trousers. Subsequently, there was now way too many crystals in his

leather shoes, which were lined with fur of a slightly different texture than his other garments.

Now with his wardrobe completely rid of the powder from the ground, the same material

currently falling from the sky began to take its place.

In the distance, he notices something moving on the ground. He double checks to make

sure it isn’t a particularly rambunctious flake, but the brown splotch in the place where the

phenomenon had occurred said otherwise. After a long trek of approximately 10 meters, he

reached the location. It seemed to be a leather pack, with a flap extending over the top and 2

straps protruding from one side. When he extended a hand towards the flap, a creature bounded

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outside of the bag. It blended in nearly flawlessly with the surrounding landscape, with the only

deviation from it’s white fur being it’s pink ears and nose, blue eyes, and the black tip of its tail.

The creature had four legs, but was extended far more than he thought an animal should. Had

some evil soul put it through a taffy machine? No, the most evil soul on this planet could not do

such a thing.

Despite the animal's implied pleas, he picks up the pack. Upon looking inside, the

contents appeared to have been a bit jumbled. Bags of dried meats and fruits had been ripped

open stewed about inside. They were presumably disturbed by the adorable pest which had

recently been ridden from the bag's bowels. Other than food, a sealed piece of paper caught his

attention. He unfolds the paper, and begins to read…

Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you again. I am you, or I was, at least. As you can see, I

have made the executive decision to cross the forbidden barrier to the north! A stupid decision

one may say, for no one has ever come out alive. However, I disagree! Just because you lose

your memory and ability to speak about what happens over there, doesn’t mean anything to an

adventurer such as myself. As is the way of the explorer!

I assume you don't remember how you got here, or even who you are. If so, good!

Everything is going according to plan. There should be enough food in your pack for the next 2

or so weeks, so make sure to ration accordingly! I’ve also included some trinkets from home.

Maybe they’ll incite some memories. Who knows! Just remember, you’ve got nothing to return

to, so don’t even try it, buddy!

Good luck!

Zeljko.

Zeljko. Zeljko. He thinks to himself. Zeljko thinks to himself. It's an odd name, but he

supposes it's better than any other he could think of at that moment. Zeljko folds up his letter,

and places it back in the bag. He searches under the dried foodstuffs to look for the ‘trinkets’

mentioned in the letter. Eventually, he finds a slightly crumpled, folded piece of paper. This one

looks like it was particularly violently opened. He opens the piece of paper, but it's the letter he

just placed in the pack minute ago. After a surging sense of deja vu and a few more minutes, he

finds the peculiar objects. They consist of an image of 5 figures he does not recognize, a book

with text inscribed on the cover which he could not read, and an odd miniature board game with

many colored blocks made out different arrangements of 4 tiles. He takes a breath. They're

completely and utterly useless.

Zeljko drops the bag on the ground in defeat. The animal, still waiting patiently, crawls

back in the now open and disheveled bag. Despite it eating from the foods which had settled at

the bottom, the animal is so long that it's rear still sticks out of the top flap. It must really enjoy

the dried foods to willingly be stuck in there for so long. Zeljko comes to the conclusion that the

foodstuffs must be for them, instead of himself. What should this animal be called, anywho? A

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name digs at the back of his mind... Chione. Oddly, it seems to fit the rambunctious character.

Zeljko picks up the bag once again, and begins walking toward the mountains. Where else is

there to go?

White. It goes on forever.

Zeljko tries to start conversation with Chione, but again realises that neither him nor the animal

were much for conversation. Bummer, he thinks, there's so much ice to gossip over. Many

kilometers further than where he began, small details on the mountains became more clear. It

looked as if they were artificial, as if the hand of man places them upon the plateau. While

making observations regarding the mountains, Zeljko noticed the crystals falling from the sky

began to pick up pace.

Flurries of white, given in amounts as if the gods above spilled milk upon the landscape,

swirl and turn with the ever increasing breeze. Slowly, this breeze began to turn to a whipping

wind, turning Zeljko’s body into something more akin to a sail on a ship than a body. As the air

around grew whiter, thick with shattered ice, the surrounding landscape became dark. Though his

vision was impaired, his trek must continue.

He slammed against the onslaught of ice and air for what felt like hours, toward an

illusion of safety. After an eternity and a few seconds, his illusion materialized.

The 1st panel shows a black screen with a small amount of light coming through the

centre. Slowly, a snowy field is seen, with some mountains in the distance. The character gets

up, and we see him in an aviator’s jacket and cap, with brown hair hanging over his eyes. He

brushes the snow off his chest, and looks down. We see a medium sized pack in the next panel,

slightly further away from where he is standing. A white rabbit is eating some of the plant

material inside of the pack. He shoos off the rabbit, and it hops backward. He opens the pack,

and pulls out a letter. The next panels show him walking across the landscape, as snow picks up.

The rabbit is following behind him. The text from the letter is displayed as these panels pass. The

letter reads:

“Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you again. I am you, or I was, at least. As you can see, I

have made the executive decision to cross the forbidden barrier to the north! A stupid decision

one may say, for no one has ever come out alive after an extended period of time. However, I

disagree! Just because you lose your memory and ability to recount your experiences upon

crossing doesn’t mean anything to an adventurer such as myself. As is the way of the explorer!

I assume you don't remember how you got here, or even who you are. If so, good!

Everything is going according to plan. There should be enough food in your pack for the next 2

or so weeks or so, make sure to ration accordingly! I’ve also included some trinkets from home.

Maybe they’ll incite some memories. Who knows?!? Just remember, you’ve got nothing to return

to, so don’t even try it, buddy!

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Good luck!

Zeljko.”

The panels while the text is shown correspond with Zeljko looking in the pack to see the mostly

eaten food and some trinkets. When the good luck text appears, he sees a small house through

the rapidly falling snow. The house is relatively small and rectangular, having no elevated roof.

It seems to be completely made out of concrete except for the metal door in the front. it is

partially enclosed in ice, but the lock is found to be mostly decayed. Zeljko runs at the door like

a quarterback, and it slams open. He closes the door behind the snowstorm outside. He walks

into the space and slumps down against a wall. The white rabbit is at his feet. The room seems

rather plain. the walls are concrete, and there is metal shelving everywhere. He gets up and looks

in one of the bins. It seems like sand is in every one of the bins. He runs his fingers through

some, and watches it drop back into the bin. Zeljko looks in the filing cabinet next. In the bottom

drawer, there is a volleyball sized object with hexagons on the 4 axis points in different shades of

purple. The hexagon on the top seems to be glowing. After the rabbit on the table presses the

button, the puzzle complete jingle from deltarune plays (the notes on a musical measure are

displayed on the page) The next panels display a transformation sequence, as the sand coming

out of the boxes vortexes around the orb, lifting it up. Then, in a flash of light, HE APPEARS.

He is in an x shaped pose in the air, with large bubble letters saying What’s up Yo! Shinii falls to

the ground and puts out his hand to a shocked Zeljko with the rabbit on his shoulders.”Nice to

meet’cha!” He says. Zeljko does not move. “What, dont’cha know how to greet your new

friend?” Zeljko continues not to move. “Alright fine, let’s take this slow, can’t win ‘em all.

What’s your name?” Shinii says. Zeljko jumps, realizing he had frozen. He rummages through

his bag and finds the letter, pointing to his name. “Zel-j-kooooooo. ALRIGHTY THEN!” Shinii

grabs both of Zeljko’s hands vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet’cha, Mr. Zeljko sir.” He pauses

for a moment. “Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind tellin’ me, how in the world did you get through

the giant metal door?” Zeljko shrugs. Shinii leans against the table. “It must’a taken you forever

to bust in ‘ere, my master designed it ‘imself! It couldn've been that long since he put me in sleep

mode, just about…” He acts like hes checking a wristwatch, but a purple hologram appears out

of it instead. displayed on it is 2,190,000. He pauses. His facial expression changes to one of

being stunned. ‘wh… six…” He freaks out with his hands on his head “SIX THOUSAND

YEARS?!?” he grabs Zeljko by the shoulders. “In the name of Asimov, WHAT HAPPENED?”

he doesn’t respond. “Gah, whadda you know.” The camera shifts to behind Zeljko’s shoulders

where we see Shinii on his knees. His head turns around and he says “AIGHT!” The camera

shifts in front of Shinii, now standing up. “Somethin’s up here and i don’t like it one bit. If

you’re not gonna tell me what the deal is. I’m just gonna have to go and figure it out myself!” As

he says this, Zeljko is sneaking out the door. Shinii looks behind him and says “OH NO YOU

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DON’T”The camera shifts to outside the shed where Shinii grabs Zeljko’s hoodie. The camera

shifts in front of Zeljko’s shoulder. “You’re coming with me, buster.” Shiini says, with a

menacing face. Zelljko looks terrified. Shinii yoinks him inside in the next panel. He says,

“besides…” The next panel is from Z's Perspective looking up at S who is extending a hand..”do

ya wanna sit here and freeze, or are ya gonna help me save this world?” The next panel shows

Z’s hand hanging in front of S’s, and the next finally grasping it.”That's more like it!” Shinii

walks toward the metal closet like structure, “Now that I've gotcha on board, check this out.” He

slowly cracks the doors as a large amount of light pours out. the next panels cut between it and

Zeljko, becoming increasingly excited and illuminated. It cuts back to Shinii next to the closet

with nothing inside. He looks very proud of himself. “Pretty awesome, right?” He appears

stressed. “You don't look very impressed.” “C'mon man, at least a nod would be

niiiiiiiohmygoditsgone” The panel changes in between the last word from Shinii looking into the

closet to him freaking out in front of it. He kicks the closet as hard as his can. “NOT THIS

AGAIN!” This surprisingly enough actually works.”oh, cool.” He turns around. “Ahem! This

bad boy is… Steve!” the next panel cuts to a bored Zeljko. “It's an acronym for Super

Transformative Epic V-flying Enabler.” Shinii looks proud of himself. “I named it myself.”

Zeljko walks toward Steve. “My master made it on ‘is own. it was initially a small project he

started to travel out here quickly, but he ultimately discarded it due to waitwhatareyoudoing”

(this text extends to the next panel where Zeljko leans backward into the closet) QUEUE

TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE! When this is finished, an awkward Zeljko stands while

Shinii claps and says “that… was… AWESOME!” and thinks “that worked????!??!?!?!” Shinii

runs toward the door. “Aight, let's take ‘er for a go!” The next panel shows Shinii outside the

door. he walks back in and drags Zeljko outside by his collar, again. “Alright, spread your wings

and fly!” the panel changes to an utterly humiliated Zeljko. “oh right” is in the corner. “I'm the

power source in Steve. so long as I'm connected, you should be flyin’ fine.” “I suppose we'll just

have to give ‘er a shot!” Queue second transformation sequence. “We're lookin’ mighty fine

today!” says Shinii. “what, feelin a little nervous? dont worry, just let me do all the flyin’ for ya.”

“I've piloted this sucker like… zero times already. I'm plenty prepared!” “Oh don't be like that,

we'll be fiiiine.” “Next stop… uh, we'll figure that out when we get there!”

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Document 5: Chapter 1 – Freezing Beginnings

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on December 26th, 2019.

Note: A rough concept for a Chapter 1 with a greentext in the middle. Odd, to say the least.

The chapter begins with a successful landing on the outskirts of the city. Shinii alerts you that the

best way to enter the city without triggering alarms will be through a train station, and there is

one in that general direction. Some mild platforming across the ice and concrete filled road later,

and they arrive at the station. Shinii alerts you that they need a ticket to ride, but the machines

are broken. There should be 1 ticket for the centre of the financial district laying on the ground,

claiming it has no expiration date. It actually works, and they take the ride. This city only has

one train line, so everything is connected. Later levels have many lines and stations. When they

arrive in the centre of the district, it is in disrepair. Walking further into the district, the faint

sound of clinking metal is heard, like a shopping cart's wheels. Z claims to feel like there's

someone there, but S assures him that there couldn't possibly be a dangerous moving thing left in

the city. The moment the text box closes, the sound of screeching wheels appears. A shopping

cart decked out in some badass swag comes from behind does a few doughnuts around the 2, and

stops in front of them. Hertig comes put from beneath his cape and announces something like

- flying, scene of snowy city below

- rough landing, toss and tumbles

- walk toward the train station across the torn up landscape

- serene train scene

- Hertig's first report

- offloads train, walks down the skyscraper lined street

- you meet hertig, he labels you as intruders

- team naming sequence

- kicks shopping cart down street

- he_cant_be_that_bad.jpeg

- introduces hertig's 7 trials of terror

- 1st trial: trial by fear. it's a dorky haunted house.

- 2nd trial: trial by mind. it's a 4 piece puzzle

- 3rd trial: trial by pain. chicken parm. its covered in hand sanitizer. my mouth feels

terrible but nice

- 5th trial: trial by grief.

- 7th trial: unmarked. there is a piece of paper on the table. it says, “you lost the game”

- they lose the game, shinii is infuriated, crosses out lost and writes won

- hertig runs off

- scene of hertig reporting his findings

- now evening. queue “ive come to make an announcement”

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- calls on his minions to attack

- now night time

- sneaking sequences

- fool minions, invade the castle

- the castle is actually just an italian restaurant

- an Italian food themed mech appears, Hertig EX “pizza, pasta, put it in my cockpit”

- battle

- trips mech with giant spaghetti

- they make up, hertig joins the party

- giant Italian dinner

- over dinner he mentions that his boss is coming to kill them

- hertig gives the gang access to his room of cool things and treasure

- gear up

- 03927 arrives

- beefier fight scene

- hertig puts pasta in her bike's muffler, battle won

- sentimental journey to the top of the tower

- tower A disabled, chapter complete

- short farewell bash

- chicken parm for the road, sauce included (hand sanitizer)

- liftoff for tower B

From inside the castle... it appears.

HERTIG EX

He seems to be inside some sort of larger, more clumsy mech version of himself; Hertig already

being a large, clumsy robot. Where his glasses normally are, the windshield to a control room is

visible. Hertig seems kind of... cramped in there. Can robots get fatter from eating too much? A

comically large megaphone comes out of the top of the control room. "ᴩɪᴢᴢᴀ, ᴩᴀsᴛᴀ, ᴩᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ

ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴩɪᴛ!" echoes between the skyscrapers.

Through the windows of the rail car, Zeljko sees a metropolis rise from the snow. Circular in

shape with a large tower at the centre, the city appears like a post-modern stonehenge.

Approaching the first ring of buildings, the train begins come to a stop at a rail station. The final

abrupt halting of movement threw Zeljko on the ground, who had been holding onto the dangling

loops the entire ride. With that, the heavy, sluggish doors slammed open. Shinii jumps up from

their seat, running into the doorframe. "Welcome to !" they exclaim with delight. Nearly

interrupting, the cracking of the overhead speaker began once again. "We have now arrived at

Arhelm station. Thank you for riding Kapteyn Railway." Shinii gave the speaker a menacing

glare. "It ain't the prettiest place in the world, but we aught to find someone here who can tell us

what's going on."

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Document 6: Chapter 3 – A Sun Rises Above Treetops

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on April 2nd, 2019.

Note: A rough concept for the third chapter. I have no clue where the second went!

Climate of this area is much different than the previous, being a more temperate forest

environment. The area in which you first land seems to be reminiscent of the redwood forests of

Washington. However, the centre of the story will take place to Tower C. Unlike some of the

other towers, Tower C seems to be more remote than the others, with no large city surrounding

it. However, it has some inhabitants who are making good use of its energy. The town's buildings

are styled like traditional Japanese temples and related structures, intertwining in the large

redwood trees. These buildings and large trees directly surround the tower, like due to the

creators of the town (robots) feeding off its energy. The town was built entirely by robots after

the demise of what was the human civilization. It seems like they congregated there due to the

collapse of the power grid in outlying cities which sourced from that particular tower.

The main plot point of this section of story is the upcoming festival of the 17th centennial

supposedly being sabotaged. the queen asks the 3 protags to find the terrorists working for the

mysterious villain. it is a complete bluff, as the queen was leading them into an elaborate trap. as

soon as you build up the utmost trust with her, she betrays you, leading zeljko as the sacrificial

living being to the gods. felix is repaired and saves zeljko. beat the shit outta the queen. leave.

You arrive on the ground below, away from the tower. the faint sound of footsteps can be

heard. as the party makes their way towards the tower, a fruit falls directly on shinii’s head. they

know something is up in the treetops above. eventually, a dangling ladder is seen hanging down

from the trees. after climbing up, the view of the city is seen from the area just outside of the

main economic centre, think of like the view of new york city from the ocean. the buildings are

directly intertwined with the trees, so there are no real “skyscrapers” in the sense we would think

of them. a market is visible from the platform they arise on. food is being prepared, different

complex objects are being created. one stand is throwing the excess fruit behind them, onto the

first floor. shinii gets mega Angry. and yells at the shopkeeper for possibly injuring those on the

ground. the citizens around get ecstatic, for new folks haven't come for hundreds of years. they

get sent directly to the capitol building of the city to speak with the mayor regarding

immigration. there, they meet the mayor. the party presents its issue regarding finding the answer

to the disappearance of the colony to the mayor. the mayor says that they may have the answers

they seek in the library, but the party will have to complete a quest for her before she will unlock

the library. the party will have to eliminate the infidels in the city trying to ruin the 17th

centennial festival for the citizens. the group executing this has a banner on their door. they all

agree, with Zeljko more being compliant with the others than anything else. the mayor gives

directions to the 3 on where their hideouts are expected to be. they travel to the first, in the dark

alleyways of the economic district. they walk in this bar-like environment first. there is one

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singular bartender and a few customers present. the party believes that the address the queen

gave them was wrong, and walks inside. shinii kicks up conversation with the bartender, and he

mentions that they are the group the mayor wants eliminated. upon hearing this, shinii uses their

razor thread attack to make sure no one can move. after an intense interview with the bartender,

they get the location of the other main hideout specifically.

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Document 7: Chapter 4 – A Dreamlike State

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on September 8th, 2019.

Note: A more fleshed out concept for a fourth chapter.

Kaeti stays in the treetop forest to help manage reconstruction, Zeljko, Shinii, and Felix

go ahead to the next tower. Rerouted due to dangerous equipment between there and the next

location. Equipment is more powerful than expected, Zeljko and subsequently Shinii are shot out

of the sky (they travel together as one entity). Felix cannot catch them, they fall into the lake.

The Simulator does his schpeel, queue fade in to the 1st locale, Clockwork Cavern. You wake up

with Christian, Shinii and him have their dialogue. Anastasia Liutprand makes her entrance, and

after some dialogue explaining why you’re here and her noticing the shattered STEVE, she

agrees to lend her assistance to your cause. However, you must get some parts for her to fix the

issues in the STEVE. The 1st would be a highly concentrated lens which was at the royal

astronomical observatory of Clockwork Castle. The 2nd is finely created wires, basically fiber

optic cables, available from the village of Bordemer. The last would be a nuclear powered core

available from Washington City. you're given directions to the castle, and set off.

At the end of Chapter 3, Kaeti said she would stay behind for a few days to monitor the

progress they made in the village. Zeljko and Shinii would go ahead to the next tower to scout

out the area. Due to military equipment littering the area between Tower C and Tower D, Kaeti

reroutes the duo over a lake where the idle equipment should have no chance of impacting them.

However, while they are flying over the lake, Zeljko and Shinii are hit with a powerful laser

knocking Zeljko unconscious and damaging the equipment's ability to fly. They plummet out of

the sky towards the surface of the lake. Upon reaching it, it shatters like a glass rainbow sending

the two into a dark void of black. A low rumble can be heard in the distance, and eventually a

deep voice begins to transmit. A huge hand catches them, still unconscious falling. The

Simulator begins to speak.

“Ah, it seems I have visitors. Visitors, visitors. What day did I have a visitor last?… I do

not recall. These beings, who may they be? Ah, the first… a human. Anxious, stressed,

determined to change. A fundamentally fractured and flawed being. I wonder if he would feel the

same. Second… an artificial creation. Oh… what's this? This inanimate creation… it seems to

have the spirit of a living being. I've never witnessed something akin to the likes of this before.

How interesting, what a dynamic. So, so very interesting. This duo, this wonderful pair, I have a

place for them. They will rest among my children, my stars. Welcome home, wanderers.”

The blackness behind opens to an eye, the main body of The Simulator. The large hand

fades, and they drop further into the black. At this point they exit through what seems like a jelly

like membrane and drop like in air. A starry sky appears, with slight aurora in the sky. A

European styled town with church styled architecture glows in the night below with a large

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clocktower standing tall at the centre. Their decent continues until crashing through the ceiling of

the backroom of a clockworking shop in a pile of hay. The camera pans upward to show the grid

of the night time town, surrounded by water.

The page begins from the 1st person perspective of Zeljko opening his eyes. The room he

awakens inside is made of dark wooden planks, with copper parts in tin bins and very specialized

tools, seemingly haphazardly discarded around the room. His armor lay in the corner, looking

extremely damaged from the fall. Old maps can be seen displayed on the walls of the room, at

least where there aren't shelves of copper and other miscellaneous parts. The maps are in a script

he can’t read, displaying land masses he has never seen. Large windows on either side of the

walls stream in the blinding sunlight which illuminates the space. Only then did Zeljko notice a

small boy with jet black hair sitting in a chair reading what looked to be the morning paper. He

adorned a dark brown vest above his button down white polo, while the lower half of him

displays light tan khakis with too many pockets to count, and well worn boots. On his head is a

navy blue bowlers cap, one which has definitely seen its fair share of days on the top of a head.

However, the part that stands out most about this boy to Zeljko is his watch, glinting gold from

the sunlight coming through the windows. The curvature, materials, color, and intricate parts all

culminated in the design which was displayed on the boy's lap. The chair he sits on is so

intricately made, with designs running up the arms carved into wood, and a tan hued wool

cushion. Zeljko wonders what story they could tell. The small boy finally glances up, and has a

mini panic attack.”Oh my stars, you're awake!” he says, rushing up from his seat, discarding the

paper he was reading to the side. Zeljko tries to move himself up from the hay, and the boy

immediately stops him from doing so. He exclaims, “No! Please stop, you've fallen from the

heavens practically!” Zeljko tries to ask him a question, but does not manage to stammer out a

word. The boy, still in the midst of his panic attack, has a realization, “My, you haven't had

anything to drink in ages, no wonder you can not speak. Please, do not move from this spot!”

The boy scrambles out of the door, slamming it unnecessarily hard as he leaves.

Zeljko ponders his existence for a moment, and finally remembers something slightly

important, where had Shinii gone? Now it was Zeljko's turn to have a panic attack, as he

frantically turned his neck looking for any sign of him. As Zeljko succumbs to the realization

Shinii is gone, he just waltzes in the room like nothing was wrong, carrying 2 mugs of a dark

brown substance. “You're finally awake. Seems like you were out for hours.” Shinii looks around

the shed. “By my creator, this place looks even more like a dump by day than at night.” He

places the mug near Zeljko. “Here, Christiann made this for you.” He gives Shinii a puzzling

look. you haven't met Christiann yet?” Shinii asks. He yells out “CHRISTIANN! DID YA

MEET ZELJKO YET?” The voice of the boy responds back “YES, I DID!” Christiann comes

running into the shed yet again. “Your cocoa! Are you enjoying it?” he asks. Zeljko nods

approvingly. Christiann whispers loudly to Shinii, “Why is he not replying?” “Ah,” Shinii

replies, “he doesn't say much. Well, that's a lie, actually. He hasn't said anything at all since I've

met ‘im.” Christiann seems baffled by this, exclaiming “You can not just stop speaking to

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people,” he turns toward Zeljko and grabs him by the collar. “How do you do it?” Zeljko does

the shrug emote gesture, and Christiann backs off, realizing his mistake. “I am so sorry.

Sometimes I get a little… over excited.” “You're more than alright, just answer some questions

for us wouldya?” asked Shinii. “Why of course!” he responds, pulling up another chair from

against a wall. He sits down in it backwards. “Alrighty,” Shinii puts out his hand, and a purple

hued hologram of a map of the entirety of the land inside of the barrier appears. He zooms into

the area around where they were initially traveling. “We were travellin’ in this direction,” a line

appears from Tower C to Tower D, “n’ we were shot outta the sky right here,” an X appears

where they fell. “So, that means we should be drownin’ in a lake right now. But,” he gestures

around the room, “it sure don't look like we're in the bottom of a lake. Do you recognize

anything on this map?” Christiann looks puzzled and slightly hazed at the map. “N-no, I don't

believe so.” he says. Shinii sighs, and puts his face in his hands. “What kinda pickle have we

gotten ourselves stuck into this time ‘round.” “W-well,” Christiann stammers, “my master can

help for sure! She comes to work later in the morning at...” he looks at his watch. “Well, a few

minutes ago, actually. She's always on time for opening, something must be wrong. I'll have a

look outside.” He begins to get up from his chair. “I'll come along. gotta make a good impression

y'know?” Shinii says. Since he is closer to the door than Christiann, Shinii reaches it first. A

panel shows Shinii reaching for the door saying “I'm excited to meet your master,” In the next

panel, the camera is from the perspective of a tall person from outside the door. Shinii says “I'm

sure she's real…” The next panel shows him looking up in shock. “...nice…” Particles shoot all

over the shed as a 2x4 is shown splitting through Shinii's mutilated body. Zeljko and Christiann

stare on in disbelief. A tall, muscular woman woman steps in the door holding a now broken 2x4.

She has short, spiked brown hair, with blue eyes. Her smithing uniform is on, with tattered rag-

like tan cloth and black overalls.

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Document 8: Chapter 5 – Eternal Life

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on April 17th, 2019.

Note: A rough concept for a fifth chapter.

The duo make their touchdown in a humid swamp like environment, which appears like a

drier Everglades. Using their radar given by Kaeti, they make their way towards this supposed

power source. However, something seems quite off. The usual towering structure which houses

the power source cannot be seen. They make the conclusion that this specific place has a new

type of source due to the environment. Shinii makes remarks that this will ever so easy it is akin

to a picnic in the swamp. When they were supposed to have almost reached the source, our duo

comes upon an office building like structure which us extremely worn. Zeljko makes the correct

conclusion that the power source must be inside. Stepping inside the hole where the sliding glass

doors presumably were, reveals what looks like a very futuristic lobby which has been left to

decay. Shinii makes out the words “MS Laboratories" scrawled in the ancient text on the wall.

They instantly recognize these names from the entires in news articles, ebooks, smalltalk, and

propaganda they have read so far on their journey. The extent of their knowledge is of their

affiliation with the government of the ancients and the closure of the lab after a freak accident,

killing hundreds instantly. However, these stories did not match at all clearly with what they

were observing, as the lab was still there (or as there as it could be after 20 thousand some

years.) This leads Zeljko to believe this is a corruption coverup, and the people "killed" were

merely yellow journalism to get a foothold on the political opponent. Venturing further into the

lab, it appeared to have been completely looted or evacuated, nearly nothing was left in the huge

rooms that were presumably workplaces. After exploring the perimeter, they agreed to move

further closer the the centre where sunlight would not reach. Shinii uses his light to illuminate

the way into the centre. They find fancy office buildings, conference rooms, spaces where

cubicles used to lie, a break room. Everything seemed completely normal. Then, Zeljko sees

something from the corner of his eye, a tiny purple light flying out from under the door, and then

immediately back under. This door did not seem extremely special, but it was the only one which

was locked. Shinii busted down the door to find a long corridor in pitch black. They walked

down this corridor side by side, their feet squeaking and splashing from the water on the ground.

As they move down the corridor, Zeljko and Shinii see a larger and larger number of these purple

lights. At maximum there were only 2-3 on screen at once. They cannot touch them, or even

disturb them by moving the air in which they float. Eventually, Zeljko runs head first into a large

safe-like door at the end of the hallway. It appeared as if something was stuck to his head.

Zeljko, expecting it to be a spider web, tried to brush it off. However, it was dark purple almost

to black, sticky, and slightly warm. Zeljko jumped back in horror, as Shinii asked what was the

issue. Zeljko makes a snarky comment about how he just ran into a wall, and that maybe if he

pointed his light forwards it wouldn't have happened. Shinii points his light forward, groaning

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dark purple substance is coming out of all sides of the door, busting through what is seemingly a

climate controlled area. They observe a few purple orbs coming out of the door as well. Shinii

immediately gets spooked, unlike the other situations they have encountered so far. Zeljko is the

one wanting to open the door. To lighten the mood, Shinii jokingly calls them pixies, and the

name sticks. Shinii pleads him to resist, arguing that whatever is sealed inside could cause

irreversible harm to the ecosystem and possibly their lives. Zeljko ignores Shinii, brushing him

off with the argument that if it hadn't escaped by them, then it wouldnt cause any harm. Zeljko

points out that the color of the material is purple, the color of all of the power sources. He says

that the power source MUST be inside. Shinii asked if he could just reroute them to a different

tower with some help from Kaeti. Zeljko doesnt respond. Shinii continues pleading with him,

beginning to sound earnestly worried (most likely for the health of Zeljko). Zeljko begins

backing away from the door. Shinii acknowledge this, and congratulates him on having a brain in

his head. Then, Zeljko charges forward at the door. Shinii screams "no no Zeljko NO NOOO" as

Zeljko uses his boosters to blow the door down. It flies of it's frame into the corridor ahead.

Pixies dart everywhere, like angry bees before all descending back into the corridor. S falls onto

their knees and yells "what have you DONE! WE CAN'T LEAVE THIS NOW." Z stands

completely still, emotionless. S walks up and punches Z in the chest and half encouraging tells

him to pick up the pace, walking into the interior of the lab. When they have entered this new

corridor, the walls radiate a deep purple glow on their own, everything is made of this substance.

Below it however, Z makes out the white walls of the laboratory which came before. Stalagmites

and stalactites of this material are hanging from the ceiling and floor. They immediately

recognize the labyrinth structure of the lab, and S uses Kaeti's mapping tool to make sure they

never loose track of locations. The pixies dart all around like mosquitoes in the Floridian

summer. Z notices some pixies emerging directly from the material on the walls like a lava lamp.

At this moment, Z has the realization that this purple material isnt some harmful chemicals from

a spill or something of the like. *it's alive.* He yells out a brief scream, calling for S. He stutters

upon himself, eventually telling S his realization. S has a mini panic attack, trying to scrape the

goo off his shoes. They continue down the hall, which seems to extend for a good portion of a

kilometer. Eventually they see a door-shaped spot under the purple, and with a little

encouragement with Z's shoulder it gives. The moment the door opens an organism runs out of

the room. It had a flat shaped body about 5 inches across and 3 wide, and roughly 3/4 inch thick.

It had 4 apparent appendages, and a head on a rather long neck. The pair become increasingly

dreadful. Inside the room was computing terminals and some more basic lab equipment. Nothing

seemed out of the ordinary at first (besides the purple residue everywhere) but upon further

inspection by Z the lights in the room lit and the computers awakened. All of the computers

asked for an admin password login, except for a smaller portable one, just larger than Z's hand

and see through. It was not locked, and had access to the lab's network. They found a copy of the

project file dumped without a password, and read a portion.

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Document 9: Project Enma Journal Entries

Created on March 6th, 2019. Last Modified on April 22nd, 2019.

Note: A series of journal entries made by a scientist on a “Project Enma”. Unfortunately, I don’t

remember anything about this concept, or I would comment more!

Project Enma: Entry 001. Day 001. Project Member: 0002.

Today we have been given yet another project by the legislators. It seems they have a desire to

eliminate those who escaped across the barrier before it was erected… we have no choice but to

follow their orders. The instructions we were given? Create a humane and efficient way to kill

human beings, that can be activated with a trigger. All we can do is begin work on the project

now, it can't be helped.

Project Enma: Entry 002. Day 003. Project Member: 0002.

Me and the others in the association have decided on the final concept for our project. In order to

create a device which cannot be found and triggered remotely, we have decided on a self

replicating nanobot network. These incredibly small robots would be able to spread extremely

rapidly across a population, and with the press of a button, all would simultaneously activate.

When activated, the nanobots would release lethal enzymes into the body, breaking down DNA

and ultimately dissolving the host. Part of this process shuts down processes in the brain

immediately, causing no pain or trauma to those infected. Such a gruesome way to die, but

ultimately painless… I feel like this is a good metaphor for something.

Project Enma: Entry 003. Day 004. Project Member: 0002.

We're trying to save their memories. All of them. The least we can do is record and preserve. In a

way, recordings have the power to raise the dead. It's kind of scary. We'll put them all in an

archive. One singular entity. It will be preserved for all time. This way, no one will truly have

died. Like the preserving of a book which has been written hundreds of years ago, their words,

their actions, their desires, their stories will be embalmed in a silicone tomb.

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Document 10: A Little Bit of Background

Created on March 18th, 2019. Last Modified on May 1st, 2019.

Note: This appears to be an updated backstory to the events of the novel, and the first mention of

a character named “Alyssa”.

In the year 21XX, 2 thousand brave explorers embarked on the journey of a lifetime.

Their vessel, the USS Alyssa, dispatched from a Lunar spaceport to arrive at their destination,

Kapteyn B, a exoplanet 12.8 light years away. Despite the advanced technology in their ship, it

would take just over 3,000 years to reach their destination. This was quite possibly the fastest

speed they could travel, considering that you still have to slow down before reaching Kapteyn B.

Cryogenic sleep helped alleviate worries of wasting away on a ship, headed to a destination the

passengers would never see, but it owed a great risk. Only 50 souls of the 2,000 were still

functional after arriving at the destination. The toll of such a long journey was too tough on the

bodies of the travelers. With the help of their robotic partners and the untouched frozen embryos

brought from Earth, the colonist population was quickly replenished, and colonization of the

planet below began.

A rapidly exploding population on the ground, in tandem with booming cities and towns

growing as fast as their robot constructors could move, brought extremely poor living conditions

to most inhabitants. These inhabitants started looking across the sea and over the north pole to

more spacious lands where the colonist government would have no say in their matters. Due to

“environmental concerns” but mostly wanting to keep all people under their control, the colonist

government quickly consulted their head scientists to create a barrier, one which wasn’t a

physical wall, but would affect you so deeply no one would ever cross. What they created was a

feat of technology; a barrier which would destroy all your memories upon crossing it, and

prevent you from reciting any memories contained while on the other side. This prevented any

possible pull factors from ever arising from outside the walls. Even if some rogue explorer were

to exit the colony and still contain their integrity and sense of mission after crossing, they could

not even report back to people on the other side of what they had found. The effects of the barrier

worked on those coming in and out, so that the treasonous people who left the colony could not

come back, and perish outside. Most did.

Nearly immediately after the construction of the barrier, the head scientists were given

another mission by the government. It was to create an artificial disease which would spread

extremely rapidly across a populace, and be able to instantly annihilate all infected with the press

of a button. The reason for this incredibly dangerous invention, was cited by government of the

colony to be the only “humane” way to eliminate the surviving treasonous colonists who had set

up a village outside of the barrier before it was erected. The project was completed, and the

nanobots were dropped on the village. The scientists recommended initiating the bots before the

ship carrying the nanobots landed back at port, but the government insisted that they waited to

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secure the villagers’ ultimate destruction. After waiting a month to ensure every member of the

village was infected, the government finally gave the go ahead to the scientists to initiate the

nanobots.

Every living human being on the Kapteyn B died that day.

Or so it was thought.

2 groups of people survived the nanobot attack, or what was referred to as “The Event” in

the histories of the day; A ragtag group of rogue people who crossed the barrier before the drop

of the nanobots, and a select number of the colonist scientists who had been given the “cure” for

the bots.

The rogue group of people who left the colony were the initial group which sparked the

growth of a new human population, which grew to over 3.5 billion individuals 9,000 years after

The Event. These people inhabited all continents outside of the barrier, having to work up

civilization from nearly ground zero, due to the group from the colony losing their memories.

Anything that wasn’t instinctual had been erased from their memories.

The scientists only lasted a few decades before all perishing. Secluded in their lab, they

were busy testing how to find eternal life so that the members who had survived would be able to

rule in this empty world for as long as their hearts desired. They got their wish of eternal life, but

not in the way they may have wanted.

These scientists were important in another, much more significant way, however. They

docked the USS Alyssa, the giant spacecraft the colonists arrived in, to the main port on the

space elevator above the capitol. They completely stripped and renovated it for the interior to

look like an old, gothic library. Contained inside were artifacts to their short-lived but mighty

civilization. There are histories of Earth and their doings on Kapteyn B, artifacts to how they

lived and worked. Trillions of images, video, sounds, and other experiences which embodied

their entire existence. Think of it like backing up the entire internet, and all once living people’s

recorded experiences to one singular location. They had many physical copies of important data,

but almost all of it was stored inside The Archivor. Even though The Archivor was well

equipped to defend itself, they created another, more sentient robot to take care of the Library,

The Librarian. (The scientists were terrible at naming things, good lord.) One of the more

creative minds at the lab nicknamed her Alyssa, after the former name of the ship the library was

created in.

Reusing the technology the frozen embryos were stored in when carried over to Kapteyn

B, the scientists created a nursery for Alyssa to tend to as well. There she would raise human

children hatched from the embryo systems, and teach them to be the most optimal human beings

she could manage to produce. The scientists gave her 1 simple task. When they had all died,

Alyssa was to lead the new, perfect humans down onto Kapteyn B to create an incorruptible

society on top of the old. Unfortunately, due to their “success” in achieving immortality, 1

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scientist never truly died. Alyssa was never able to lead all of her students down to the surface,

per the instructions given to her. For the 9,000 years between The Event and and the start of our

story, she taught her students as best she could, and at the age of 16 they would be judged. Those

who she saw in her eyes to be perfect would pass, the others would be “dismissed”. The humans

who passed were given the title of “Scholar”, and given specialized education per their interests

in preparation for their assumed return to the surface during their lifetime. This never came.

Alyssa enjoyed watching the new civilization spawned by the rogue peoples rise outside

of the borders of the old colony. As their sprawling cities and cultures stretched further towards

the barrier (which it’s furthest north point was directly at the north magnetic pole) she dispatched

some of her Scholars to the surface to find what artificial, sentient units may be left in the colony

below. Any fairly sentient being would be given a direct link to one of Alyssa’s scholars, and

told to report on any signs of humans successfully coming through the barrier, and not wandering

back through or dying. In the most northeastern sector of the colony, one such sentient being was

a ragtag leader of what was basically a group of roombas, Hertig. 9,000 years after the event, he

spotted something peculiar. Whoever could it be…

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Document 11: Smash Movesets

Created on April 19th, 2019. Last Modified on April 22nd, 2019.

Note: What appears to be a “Super Smash Brothers” moveset for the character Kaeti.

Kaeti

A: Right Punch

AA: Left Punch

AAA: Uppercut

A Side: more powerful punch

A Dash: jumps toward opponent with a downward double fisted slam

A Down: Brings both fists down on opponent's head, small chance of burying opponent

A Up: rainbow punch above head.

Air Neutral: helicopter like punch, rotates around

Air Forward: front punch, same measure

Air Back: back punch, p much k rools nair lmao

Air Up: A heavy kick in the air, upward roundhouse

Air Down: throws wrench downwards

Grab: A less long forearm detachment than up b

Grab A: punch repeatedly

Throw Forward: rotate around, throws forward

Throw Back: rotate around, throws backwards

Throw Up: jumps up, slams into ground

Throw Down:

B: change forearms. 5 different options. default (boxing or shop gloves), balanced. drill, higher

damage but less knockback, lowers defence. saws, higher knockback but less damage lowers

defence. sheilds, raises defence but lowers attack. speed, raises speed in running and attacking by

a reasonable percentage, lowers both attack and speed a little.

Side B: Charge punch, holds charge after finished

Up B: Forearm detaches, used as grappling hook

Down B: Counter, uses small expandable shield on forearms by crossing them

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Final Smash: Summons BoxBot-U, kick ass by controlling it for a while

Up Taunt: Boxing outfit: flips glove over head onto hand. Shop outfit: flips wrench

Side Taunt: Flex

Down Taunt: Break dances, stays in final position as long as you hold down button

Assist Trophies

- Obse: Healing

- BoxBot-0001: Take damage when you run into it

- BoxBot-00027: Beats people up

Stage

- The ring with machine shop machinery as stage hazards

Alt colors

- Traditional colors boxing

- Traditional colors machine shop

- Shinii colors boxing

- Zeljko colors machine shop

- gearless joe colors boxing

- Alyssa colors machine shop

- monochrome colors boxing

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Document 12: Let’s Take It From The Top

Created on April 21st, 2019. Last Modified on April 25th, 2019.

Note: A question and answer session on Twitter regarding the story which was recorded in text.

What's this story about anyways?

- In short, Forgotten Dreams details the journey of a boy and the friends and foes he meets

on their quest to figure out what happened to the abandoned civilization they reside

inside.

Who is this boy?

- Our main protagonist is named Zeljko. He lost his memory entering this enclosed

civilization, and can only rely on his experiences from inside this area to help him along

his way. He is more or less powerless, being mute as well as weaponless. It is his allies

rallying behind his smarts which propel the story along.

Enclosed? By what?

- This civilization is enclosed by a barrier. It's not like a wall where you physically cannot

cross, but is completely permeable. The catch is that once you cross this barrier, your

memories are erased. It is also impossible to state your experiences from after crossing

this barrier. In effect, this puts our protagonist in a pickle where he cannot remember his

past, nor recount any experience he has had inside of this barrier, effectively making him

mute.

Who built these structures?

- Well that's about what we're trying to figure out, innit.

Who is working against our protagonists?

- There is usually a local power that has to be taken care of in every locale they enter. For

example, in the first chapter, a quite annoying sentient dishwasher has a grudge against

our protagonists. In chapter 2, the leader of a machine shop who has a fondness for

boxing attempts to stop them in their tracks.

As for a sort of a central leadership?

- They know that there is one, it has links to each antagonist they've seen, and it's out to

stop them as well. They have a rough idea of where this power is located, at the old

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capital of the lost civilization. The problem is actually putting a face on this power. They

seem to be extremely secretive, as neither antagonists in chapter 1 or 2 know who or what

the leader of this organization is.

Where are our protagonists heading?

- They're following a trail to the capitol, mostly by train. It would be easy to just take the A

train to Generic Capitol City, but unfortunately this central power seems to have the

whole place locked down. Shinii believes that there must be an external power source to

shut down this barrier, so the party is trying different spots marked on Shinii's map as

important, places detailed in the journals they find scattered across the landscape, or

placed told to them by trustworthy others to attempt to unlock this barrier.

Great, now who is Shinii?

- Zeljko meets Shinii almost immediately after the story begins. Zeljko found a storage

facility by pure fluke in the middle of this massive snowy wasteland he was hopelessly

wandering across. Inside of this facility, Zeljko accidentally awakens Shinii. Shinii is a

robot, or rather robots. They are a collection of microbots, all moving together in sync

with Shinii's core. The core is basically the brain of the whole operation, while the

microbots do all the heavy lifting. In this way, Shinii can morph into quite literally

anything they want, constraining of course to the laws of the universe and the mass of

microbots they currently possess. Each microbot has to be linked to the core either

directly or indirectly through other microbots, so having untethered appendages isn't an

option for them. This still leaves quite a bit of leeway, and as long as Shinii can have a 1

microbot link between an appendage and the core, it can be easily controlled. This is how

Zeljko can actually defend himself, through weapons and defense actually powered

through Shinii. They help power and enhance the weapons and defences of Kaeti and

FELIX as well.

MORE CHARACTERS???

- Alright alright, these are our last 2 protagonists.

- Kaeti is the antagonist of chapter 2, but after Zeljko and Shinii kick the butts of her

robots, she begrudgingly joins the party. Kaeti is both a mechanic and a boxer, creating

her own opponents to face in the ring. She is also a robot, and carries with her a bulk of

technical skill. She's the muscle of the party, at least in comparison to the others.

- FELIX is yet again another robot, but appears vastly different from the commonly taken

humanoid forms of Shinii and Kaeti. FELIX, in the ancient language its name was

created in, stood for the acronym Feelings, Emotion, and Love for Internal, eXperiments.

FELIX appears to be thousands of years older than almost anything else the party has

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encountered up to this point, having the relative processing power of a lump of silicon on

the ground. Despite this, FELIX is still a vastly integral member of the party (but we're

still trying to figure out what exactly it is integral to).

Where on Earth is this story located in?

- Not Earth, but a completely new planet about 13 light years away, going by the name

Kapetyn b. I actually designed the surface of this planet by hand, and with the help of a

good Roman usurper friend of mine I was able to find the climates at every location on

this planet, allowing me to do some pretty realistic world building. The story takes place

on a continent mostly in the northern hemisphere of this world, and stretches just below

the equator at its southernmost point. Like the bottom 2/3rds of Africa, it is much more

long than it is wide. Our journey begins just across the barrier, which stretches just before

the north pole of this planet. The continent actually goes directly over the north pole, and

stretches down into more livable areas past the arctic circle. Presumably, this is where

Zeljko came from. The Capitol is toward the south, situated on a pointy peninsula. Due to

the vastly varying latitudes the party crosses, the environments they trek across are

vibrant and highly varied.

Okay, so how does the Earth play into this anyhow?

- Everything up until August 1995 is completely canon in this universe. After that date,

things go a little haywire in my little cinematic universe. Just for a little perspective, the

events in this story happen roughly 12,000 years after that date. I know, it seems a bit of a

stretch, but interstellar travel and the buildup of a civilization from a couple dozen people

takes some time.

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Document 13: Whiteout

Created on April 18th, 2019. Last Modified on May 13th, 2019.

Note: A backstory to the backstory. Really going deep with this one! Although this document was

created in April, this specific story is much older than that, going back to my childhood. I believe

I spun this story to become the point which begins the Forgotten Dreams timeline. As a kid

growing up in Florida, the state freezing over was a wonderful fantasy. I’m not sure why I picked

Bradenton to be the location for this story though… I must have picked it randomly.

Premise: On August 27th, 1994, the world was turned upside down. Well, not upside down to be

exact, but quite off axis. The north pole changed position to somewhere over a place which

doesn't matter, otherwise known as Monroe, Louisiana, due to a small black hole flying through

the solar system. A ragtag group of 3 10-11 year olds, an older brother of 18 years old, and his

bipedal robot attempt to get somewhere just a little warmer than Bradenton, Florida.

Path of the Story:

● -Characters:

○ -Carson Palmer: Male, 10

■ Location: Bradenton, Florida

■ School: Middle School, 6th Grade

■ Personality Type- INFJ

■

○ -Dahlia Fields: Female, 10

■ Personality Type- INFP

■ Dahlia tends to be more of a support member of the group. While she does

not directly accomplish most tasks, she learns quickly and adapts to

situations well.

○ -Anthony Flynn: Male, 11

■ Personality Type- INTJ

■

○ -Shaun Palmer: Male, 18

■ Location: Bradenton, Florida

■ School: High School, 12th Grade

■ Personality Type- ISTP

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○ -FELIX: Robot, ???

■ Location: Bradenton, Florida

■ School: Palmetto High School, does not attend classes, simply created

there.

■ Personality Type- INFP

■ FELIX (Feelings, Emotions, and Love for Internal eXperiments) is a

bipedal robot created by Shaun in his free time over the course of a year

from August 1991 to September 1992. FELIX uses the SNES (Super

Nintendo Entertainment System) as his electronic "brain", mostly because

it was the only expendable programmable device Shaun had lying around

at the time of Felix's construction. Due to the hardware limitations of the

SNES, for FELIX to be used for more than one task you must swap

cartridges every time he is used for a complex task. Despite this, FELIX's

memory of events is not distorted by the change of the cartridge, but it is

rather like he is obtaining a new skillset that he instantly forgets apon

removal of the cartridge. FELIX is powered by 2 sources, a set of solar

panels which can be unfolded apon his backside, and an RTG

(Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator) which is contained near his

center. No one has had the guts to ask Shaun where he got it from yet.This

RTG gives off a considerable amount of heat, and you may break a sweat

when he is in a small room with you for a while. To prevent excess heat

on his components, Shaun placed a fan on FELIX's backside which also

doubles as an extremely efficient space heater in the winter months. As a

display to easily let FELIX display his emotions, Shaun made the worthy

sacrifice of his CRT to use as his head. FELIX's body had to be slightly

tweaked in strength to hold the weight of the television, but it turned out

for the better, as he appears to be much cuter this way.

■ FELIX's name was not originally an acronym. Ironically, the meaning of

the name was established later on in his life. This change to an acronym

occurred a few months after he was booted up for the first time, as Shaun

noticed FELIX

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Document 14: The Disk

Created on May 27th, 2019. Last Modified on October 30th, 2019.

Note: A poem I wrote about Leviathans. This one is so bad it’s good.

The Disk

The husk of a leviathan sulks through the void.

There was nothing left to consume, nothing left to harvest. They had taken everything.

And so, the leviathan waited.

Suddenly, it stopped waiting.

A small object floating amongst the void entered its view.

And such, the leviathan and its companion continued to drift.

The leviathan could harvest it, like the millions of other objects it had done the same to.

Or, maybe, as a momento to the last of it all, the leviathan could keep it.

'Yes', it thought, 'this one is mine to keep.'

On its side, a circular section of the item glinted in the dimming light of the leviathan.

Barely able to move, it interpreted this disk.

With every instruction inscribed meticulously followed, the leviathan prepared to do it's final

duty.

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Slowly, it turned the disk.

'What's this?', the leviathan pondered.

Snapshots of instances all flooded its sensors. New feelings, foreign to something as cold as a

harvester of worlds, entered it's husk.

Suddenly, something new began. Across trillions of eons, the murmurs of Earth were heard once

more.

The dreams of a civilization were no longer forgotten.

The leviathan felt content, and fell inanimate with the sounds of the disk.

The disk turned, and turned, and turned, and stopped.

Then, nothing happened.

And it kept not happening.

Forever.

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Document 15: Machinations of the Mao

Created on May 4th, 2019. Last Modified on May 4th, 2019.

Note: This lore appears here and nowhere else. If you told me I had wrote this possessed and

drunk at the same time I’d believe you.

Backstory to Setting

During the experimentation of the scientists following The Event, one small agricultural

town on the west coast of Colony had an explosion in it’s population of cats. A scientist on a

train which passed stations through this area found the huge population of cats. Violating the

Geneva convention, this scientist began to tinker with some members of the huge population of

felines. They tested genetic modification, mechanical integration, and other such additions to the

cats. Before any significant conclusions could be made about the success of the experiments,

some “complications” permanently delayed them. However, what had been done was enough to

push the breaking point.

The first feline to gain sentience was named NKO-00298, 298 for short. She was a direct

descendant of one of the genetically modified felines, giving it a larger cranium and higher

chance for mutation among its children. 298 looked at the stars, and a revelation came upon her.

What was the place of each feline, and what was the place of herself? Was life all supposed to be

about survival and reproduction, or was there more? It was this that lead 298 to change a

population of feral animals into a thriving civilization.

Nearly 9,000 years after this occurrence, several bustling metropolises have been built

along the west coast. The severe climate and ocean that separates the west and east prevented the

cats from crossing outside of this area. It would be possible for them to do so with the more

modern technologies they had developed, but religion is so ingrained into their society that it

actively dissuaded anyone from crossing and returning. The principal city, the one which is

larger than all others, is Mao City. It was built upon the ruins of a city created by colonists, so it

retained the structures humans built. The felines could never gain the ability to build such

colossal structures as the humans did, but they did use the existing buildings to their fullest

extent. Built on, around, and inside of these buildings are the residencies and businesses of the

felines themselves. All of their large cities function this way. Agricultural towns and other hard

labor sectors are not based off of human cities, but are completely original.

The architecture in these cities is fairly ragtag, with most things built from scraps. Cat

tropes from different cultures are applied heavily in their architecture. They presumably knew

about these tropes from observing them directly- through the media left behind by the humans.

These recordings and stories are kept in a large temple in Mao City dedicated to the ancients.

Their technology levels are close modern (like today modern, not current day in Forgotten

Dreams modern) with most technology we know today. However, flight and rocketry have not

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been achieved, neither has most scientific intricate knowledge. Most of what the cats know have

been directly taken from humans, not by their own discovery. They know somewhat how make

it, and what it does, but not how it works.

The religion here is fairly reminiscent of eastern religions. They worship gods and idols,

but they're real physical beings and objects from the ancient times. Examples of relics are

Garfield comic strips, Keyboard cat, Egyption cat relics, etc.

Character Backstory

The main character is a cat working for the government of Mao in their scientific team.

The people of Mao have been being provoked by the outsiders (which is actually Alyssa just

trying to get in contact with the folks, the government of Mao won’t even let in an ambassador)

and their scientific team is attempting to create a super weapon to defeat them.

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Document 16: Blight of the Immortals

Created on May 19th, 2019. Last Modified on June 29th, 2019.

Note: I believe this was supposed to be a draft for a second book. I was way ahead of myself.

Very Brief Summary

Zeljko and Shinii are on Chernoye

Called back to Alyssa on urgent matters

Kaeti and Felix are also called back

Alyssa says she was tracking something, and it landed in Elsedon.

Alyssa has 0276 join the party.

The 5 travel to Elsedon

Blight of the Immortals follows Forgotten Dreams, but not directly afterwards. It occurs roughly

a year after the events of the 1st book. In this story, a Harvester arrives on Kapteyn b, over the

Layton Isles. Alyssa immediately recognizes something sent from Earth arriving on Kapteyn,

and when she finds its landing trajectory, she shoots a message to Zeljko and Shinii telling them

to take a train to Kaeti's warehouse where Alyssa would meet him. The trains had been extended

into Chernoye's major cities and ports, and was fairly easy for them to navigate the lines. Alyssa

tells the 4 traditional team members that she will be sending them to the Layton Isles to

investigate the object, as it is hidden from the curve of the Earth from Alyssa's perspective.

However, Alyssa's main “henchwoman” is appointed to be their guide, now 5 members are on

the team. The crew ship out to crowded ports, as it appears like a crisis is going on. The said

object from Earth does not appear to be a friendly one. They arrive on the Layton Isles to

anarchy in the ports, and their ship is shot with a rocket in the harbor. The 5 make their way to

the coast further away from the port. The small towns are less chaotic, and people are leaving.

They befriend a farmer making the trek cross-island, and he agrees to take them to the desired

impact area. Time jumps forward a few days, the farmer stops short of a huge lake in the way of

the road. The party is thrown to the back of the truck bed. It is sunrise, and as they look toward

the end of the lake, a figure stands tall above the landscape. It is white, likely over a kilometer in

height, with clouds swirling around its head. They set up the device, and its red lasers scan the

giant. The scan is sent to Alyssa, and she analyses it to be something beyond their

comprehension, but unmistakable man made. Alyssa sends the new planet hopper which was

repaired in the week it took the team to get there. It takes them back onto the Library in less than

2 hours. They find that the giant produces a highly compressed signal, and is sending it directly

to a gateway around Kapteyn a. They assume it is using the same technology as the Archive

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uses, just bigger. The same sort of wavelength had been recorded from all of the “missing”

signals and exoplanets observed by Alyssa in the last 2 thousand years. They make the correct

assumption that this giant has come to “harvest” Kapteyn b. The intercepted signal showed the

giant directly communicating with 3 others in the Kapteyn system, 2 already on Kapteyn c, and

one one rocketing toward Kapteyn b, showing a landing point off the coast of the southernmost

continent which is not quite colonized fully. A question is posed of how the harvesting would

take place, and Alyssa poses the strong possibility that in order to take the mineral rich centers of

the planets, they would smash them. It is immediately called as nonsense, as it would take

unimaginable amounts of energy to do so with planets as large as those in the Kapteyn system.

Little did they know, the harvesters had this power. At the center of each harvester is a very

small singularity, rotating at immense speeds. This singularity gives each harvester the power of

a star at its disposal. A harvester can crack the crust of a rocky planet like a hard boiled egg

thrown against a wall, sending material jetting out of either side. It generates a 0-G field around

itself, slowly growing. Eventually, this will turn into anti-gravity, thrusting material upwards

toward space. When enough of this is collected, the material comes crashing down onto the

surface at unimaginable speeds. the process then repeats over and over.

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Document 17: Forgotten Dreams Public Document

Created on May 19th, 2019. Last Modified on June 29th, 2019.

Note: This looks like an unfinished public Google Drive document. Didn’t get far!

Spacecraft

- P Class Vessel, 4 Ships Available

- The P Class Vessel is used for shuttling passengers and light cargo for local

distances, whether it be surface to surface, to station, or to moon. They're very

slick, made for both air and space travel. Having the ability to fly like a plane and

maneuver like a spacecraft, P Classes are very capable vessels. They can carry up

to 7 human passengers, 4 mid sized robots, and a ballpark range of about a ton of

cargo at once. The vessels are capable of vertical or horizontal liftoff, however

landing is preferred to be horizontal.

- Pioneer

- Pilgrim

- Pathfinder

- Palmer

- E Class

Kaeti

● Backstory

○ Kaeti is a robot, specifically the Model F5 from Macrocorp. She was

manufactured roughly 30 years before The Event, and sold directly to a mechanic

in a northern region of the colony. The town was small, and business was

generally not busy. The mechanic, who beared the name Danny, purchased Kaeti

to help him around the shop as he aged. The Model F5 was praised as being both

a very strong and enduring model, great for helping around heavy labor

workplaces. However, it's humanlike appearance and personality marketed the

model as also being a replacement for a sexual and romantic partner. Danny did

not overlook this fact. Kaeti learned most of what she needed to run the shop, and

as Danny grew into his late 60s, Kaeti ran the whole show. One morning, Danny

was no longer present, neither was any other human. The Event had occurred.

● Film Collection

○ Kaeti has a collection of shows, which she keeps on a shelf with her boxing tapes.

These shows consist of:

■ Magic Quest!

■ My Ordinary Life

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■ Super Pasta Brothers Super Show

■ Housestuck

■ Bodacious Kisyku World

■ A Dragon Story

■ Behemoth Ridge

■ Gilvazunner Christmas Crisis

CHAPTERS

● Chapter 1 -

● Chapter 2 - Enter the Ring

● Chapter 3 -

● Chapter 4 - The Triumverate Cities

● Chapter 5 - [Latin scientific name]

● Chapter 6 - The Kapetynese Legacy

Chapter 2

● begins with shinii exiting the train, stretching. ewoko and zeljko follow. they step into the

train platform, and gaze at the small town square. ewoko leads them down the single

road, through the centre of town, and toward a large airplane hangar looking building. out

front, there is a smaller building, attached to the main one. ewoko gestures them into the

small building, and the two walk in. it is a very heavily used room, but a sort of

receptionist area mainly. a small kaetron is manning the front desk. shinii is barely tall

enough to look over the desk. he asks the small robot if it knew where they could speak

to a person by the name of katie. the kaetron doesn't move or notice them at all. zel waves

his hand in front of its face. still, no reaction. shinii turns around to tell ewoko that they

were having no luck, but ewoko was nowhere to be found. when looking outside the

building, this confirmed the previous suspicions. shinii closes the door, and takes a deep

breath. he aggressively walks toward the desk, pushing zeljko aside. shinii sprouts 3

filiments, lifting the kaetron from it's seat. "HEY BUSTER!" he yells. the robot looks

slightly upward, acknowledging his existence. "alright, we're looking for some girl in this

crummy town by the name of katie. supposedly she knows everything there is, and we'd

like to know what went down round here. can you tell us where she could possibly be?"

the robot sits idly. shinii gets infuriated. shinii opens their mouth again to protest, but the

robot finally made a movement. it pointed toward a little reel of tickets. "why thank you."

he glanced around "zel. can you grab one of those, you're probably closer." there is no

response. shinii drops the robot into its swirly chair, drifting away from the desk. shinii

looks behind them, and zel is drawing smileys in the frost on the windows. shinii

begrudgingly gets up and grabs a ticket. the number says 478. "well, i suppose all we've

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got left to do is wait." shinii leans against a wall near a doorway. the moment he settles

in. the door slams open, onto him. the force ruptures the nanobot connection and he

disintegrates into dust. the figure who came through the door begins to cough, saying

"who has been blowing goddamn pixie dust all over this office!" kaeti emerges from the

mist. quickly, the dust accumulates into a fast moving ball and pops back into a shinii

shape. "that's MR pixie dust to you, sugar." kaeti stares at the purple child.

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Document 18: Forgotten Dreams Mega-Document

Created on May 18th, 2019. Last Modified on November 2nd, 2019.

Note: A much more finished public Google Drive document. It has much more meat in the

backstory sector than previous documents, I must have spent a while on this one.

Welcome to the Forgotten Dreams Public Megadocument!

This document's purpose is to provide a solid canon to the Forgotten Dreams

Universe/Multiverse, and give the public an eye into what the story is about. Most things in here

aren't super detailed, as they're just general summaries. Hopefully in a while, there will actually

be a substantial amount of information here. In the meantime, enjoy what I've written so far.

Oh, and in case you didn't quite it pick up…

If you want to have a completely blind read of the story, you're gonna have to wait a while until I

start slowly releasing this thing increment by increment.

So without further ado…

Before the Story

1929. A micro black hole swings by the planet Earth, knocking it off its axis. The north pole of

the planet ends up resting in northern Louisiana, bringing huge climate change and extreme

water level rises all over the planet. Human civilization is devastated, over a billion people die.

Left with a chaotic planet which would not be treating them well anytime soon, humanity looked

toward the stars. However, with their lower technological sophistication, it was perplexing how

the people living at that time thought they would reach them. With hard work and international

collaboration with the League of Nations, some form of order returned to the globe. Scientists

from Germany were the first to make the breakthrough in rocket technology, successfully

accidentally launching a manhole into space in 1954. In 1972, man reached space. Technology

and civilization had a general increase for the next hundred years. In 2186, a corporation looked

toward the stars. The corporation we now know as Kapteyn Industries wanted to reach out past

the solar system, to find better markets elsewhere in the universe. The corporation spent nearly

all of it's net worth commissioning a huge starfaring vessel, The Valor. It was unlike anything

built before, by far the biggest single connected structure man had ever made. Shaped like an

oversized corn dog, the Valor has a large cylinder stretching down it's center. This cylinder could

rotate, providing artificial gravity to its inhabitants. The cylinder was filled with fields, parks,

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places of business, and public buildings. However, most business class residence was not inside

the cylinder, but in the gravity-less tiny rooms and halls that surrounded the exterior of the ship.

The Valor's destination was the 1st rocky planet in the Kapteyn star system, aptly named

Kapteyn b. Located nearly 13 light-years away from the Earth, it was a relatively short trip, just a

few hundred years. During this time period, technical errors had struck The Valor. With no way

to turn around or get help, the passengers had to make due with what they had, and it did not

work. Most went into the cryosleep terminals, but those too were malfunctional. Turns out

humans weren't so ready for a multi-century star-spanning expedition after all. On arrival to

Kapteyn b, there were less than 200 passengers still alive out of the many many thousands which

embarked on the journey. Of course, Kapteyn Industries wouldn't be stupid as to let the

expedition have a chance of failing, as long as the Valor could keep flying. Stashed on the ship

were tens of thousands of embryos, which kept the mission well supplied with people to do their

bidding. Of course, the heads of Kapteyn Industries were healthy and well upon arrival, eager to

begin ordering the building of this new civilization. The remaining passengers and corporate

heads took several mass passenger ships down to the ground, and began to set up a small camp

along the coast of the peninsula. This camp slowly grew into a town, and quickly into a city. This

massive city was eventually named Atama, and served as the capitol of this vastly growing

empire. From the outside, Atama looks like any hyper-modern city, with huge skyscrapers with

incredible feats of architecture, aside from one feature. A huge spire, appearing like huge cables

spidering from the ground upward, soared upward from the skyline and out of sight. This is the

only space elevator on Kapteyn, and connects directly to the Valor. The 2nd tallest building,

behind the space elevator in height, is the Centre of Industry, serving as a capitol building for the

corporation, and thusfore the empire. Inside of the Centre of Industry was the Executive Board,

consisting of 7 oligarchs. These 7 individuals controlled all happenings inside the corporation.

Of course, they did have some assistance in governance. Every settlement with more than 10,000

members could apply for a mayorship, and upon acceptance, could send a representative to

Atama. These representatives could propose laws to be voted on by the Executive Board. The

mayorship positions were just a way to make the populace believe they had say in the law, and

for the Board to gauge whether some laws actually needed to be passed. The Board also

maintained control over the judicial system, being the highest court in the land. This

governmental system is important to note, as it was critical to the collapse of the empire. The

empire continued to grow throughout the continent it was first founded upon, spreading much

further north than Atama was (imagine the distance between Panama and Yukon). In response to

this rapid growth, the Executive Board ordered an immediate inquiry into how to transport

people and resources between these far off cities. At that time, the only efficient way to do this

was by aircraft, more often spacecraft that just never left atmosphere. To find a better way to

solve this issue, the Board opened a new branch of the government, the Imperial Science

Department. Initially, only 2 were permitted in the department, Dr. Jotsmoth, head of

department, and Dr. Varsto, vice head of department. Dr. Jotsmoth is a very excitable person,

who is always eager to jump into a problem. He is very charismatic, pretty cute, and pretty much

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always dresses in either golf clothes or a lab coat. Dr. Varsto is a much more strict and firm

character, completing every task he is given quickly, and efficiently without question. Contrary

to Jotsmoth's outbursts of excitement, Varsto keeps a stone cold face, even in the most

prestigious of victories. When given the task of solving the issue of transportation, they came up

with a magnetic high speed rail system. The tracks and cars were so cheap to make, that the

Executive Board gave permission to Jotsmoth and Varsto to expand it further, connecting every

single town in the empire which had a population of more than 2,500. After this, the department

was expanded with more staff. What began as an inquiry to find out how to solve existing issues,

the ISD began to proactively create new technology. Collaborating with people back on Earth

was an issue, however. It took 25 and a half years to send a message from Kapteyn to Earth and

back again. Instead of directly speaking, both planets just actively exchanged information, at a

nearly 13 year delay both ways. There had been colonies established on other planets closer to

Kapteyn, but most were religious or ethnic groups not too worried about advancing science. In

the time since the Alyssa left Sol, some radical changes occured to human civilization around it's

home star. A Dyson Swarm had almost finished construction by this time, and with the

technology developed would be able to transport humans into a digital world. Their brains would

be scanned and modeled, and in essence transporting the person into a digital image of

themselves. There they would live out their lives in this digital paradise, powered by an

immensely powerful computer made possible by the Dyson Swarm. Since perception of time

could be edited in this virtual space, the people inside could live for previously inconceivably

long periods of time. For every 3 days of real universe time, a person in this virtual space would

experience a year of time. When this computer was finished, and people began to move into the

system on droves, the ISD watched carefully to observe what would occur. After 4 months, 95%

of the human population in the Sol system were absorbed. The only people not absorbed were

stragglers who refused to make the jump, and the millions living in the outer solar system who

were too far away for efficient absorption. 17 years after the computer was completed, the ISD

received a notification that all eligible citizens had been absorbed. 2 weeks later, Kapteyn

received it's last transmission from officials in the Sol system. According to some of the 4.2

million who were not absorbed, the entire Dyson Swarm had been shut down, and it's contents

erased. The computer itself however, was still intact. The unbelievable power of this computer

was about to be used for the bidding of evil. An organization of unregistered roamers, people

who lived in spaceships or asteroids and never registered with any government, invaded the

control room which was held by the only officials left in authority. Once they had taken this

room, they met face to face with the computer. The roamers asked, "Our mission is to obliterate

the universe. Tell us how we can accomplish this." The computer sat idly. "Affirmative," the

computer responded. It paused for a second. "But it will take a bit." It was now the roamers' turn

to idle. "How long will it take you to complete your answer?" the leader of the roamers asked.

"Hmm…" the computer pretended to think for a while. "About 9 thousand years," it responded.

The roamers were understandably shocked and infuriated, slack jawed. "What do you all want

me to do, give you a big laser pointer and stick you on a ship for Alpha Centauri? If you want to

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destroy the universe right you're gonna have to let me think about it. Now scram." And as such,

the roamers let the computer think about it. The scientists back on Kapteyn had no clue about

any of this hubbub, but they were receiving automatic debriefing transmissions from the

computer as it slowly uncovered the answer. In these transmissions, the scientists uncovered

some incredible data. Among some of the more mundane experiments and equations, the

computer had already solved one of its most critical questions, how does one create their own

universe? It uncovered that by smashing 2 protons together at a fraction less than lightspeed, a

rip can be made in our universe, leading to another. This rip can be forced apart and enlarged to

where even spaceship sized objects can pass through. The only issue is that the critical laws of

physics that govern in our universe are not the same in all others. When a spaceship or any other

particle from this universe passes into another, it could potentially be ripped apart or critically

changed. The ISD immediately created an experiment to test this hypothesis. Using an

admittedly hastily built particle accelerator, a gateway was opened to another universe. It

appeared spherical in shape, with a sort of fisheye effect from the gravitational lensing around its

circumference. Upon sending inside a small probe with some sensors and a camera, the probe

immediately turned into nothingness. It would take many many trials to finally find a universe

compatible with laws like ours. This universe they eventually found was empty and dead, despite

having laws of physics close to our own. Upon closer examination by probes, the scientists found

that that universe was trillions and trillions of years old, so old that all particles had decayed, and

black holes had evaporated. There was nothing left but a blank canvas. As more trials were

conducted, hundreds of these types of universes were found. They were by far the most common

type; old, empty, dark, lifeless. It was around this time, about 6 years after the first transmissions

of the multiverse discovery were heard, that the government had another problem it needed the

ISD to solve. The citizens of Kapteyn were becoming irritated and angry at their government,

who did not allow them basic freedoms like speech, press, religion, etc. Along with these

freedoms, the people were also faced with a separate problem entirely, overpopulation. The

oligarchs had wanted to only populate a specific region of Kapteyn, just one large portion of a

continent. However, with the rapidly growing population, they were beginning to run out of

space in this region. Instead of letting the populace expand outwards over the oceans and north

pole, the oligarchs restricted their ability to move outwards, marking a border where people

could not cross. Of course, people still crossed this border. Initially these people could be

contained with seeking military units, but the mass of people moving across became so great this

stopped being effective at all. This is where the ISD came in, how to contain or eliminate a large

mass of people over a large area. Jotsmoth and Varsto were unsure of what to do, as this violated

every ethical guideline they were inclined to follow. Unfortunately, under imperial rule, you

don't quite get a say in what you want to do. Both leaders decided to come up with their own

tactics, and would come back together and decide which one they would prefer to use. After

much time, they presented their ideas to each other. Dr. Jotsmoth wanted to build a wall, not one

made out of stone or a fence, but something closer to a force field. Once you cross this

forcefield-like barrier, your memories would be completely erased. On top of this, your vocal

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abilities would also be ceased, not allowing you to speak to anyone. Dr. Varsto drafted plans for

a bioweapon. This bioweapon would take over the body of its host, knock it unconscious, and

decompose its body extremely quickly. In essence, once activated, the host would fall

unconscious to the ground, and melt into a puddle. Painless for the host, and very effective. No

one would have to be killed in Jotsmoth's plan, and would have a very high chance of turning

anyone away who would dare cross. Varsto's plan was much more lethal, and would kill any who

crossed the border intentionally. The 2 spoke, and could not come to a conclusion on who's

would be utilized. Jotsmoth was too much of a pacifist, and would not directly kill anyone by his

own hands. They came to an agreement to send both plans to the Executive Board, and have

them decide which plan was optimal. However, the board sent both back, approving them, and

ordering their immediate construction. Jotsmoth's wall was easy to create, the neurotical

technology was already heavily in use. Varsto's weapon was another story. Creating a bioweapon

with a kill switch, on top of the features Varsto wanted equipped on it, would be an extremely

difficult task. However, Jotsmoth proposed that they use his already existing nanobot technology

and modify that just for this use. Jotsmoth's nanobots were a feat of engineering, being smaller

than a typical human cell, and being able to work in coordination with millions of other nanobots

to accomplish a task. In Jotsmoth's private lab far north, just a few miles from the border, he was

busy heavily testing this technology in most of his spare time. One of his most impressive

prototypes was a functioning robot using the nanobots, successfully using them like "cells" in a

singular unit. Jotsmoth performed trials on this robot, testing the capabilities of the technology.

With some modification by Varsto, these nanobots were now able to become killing machines.

Once inside the body, the nanobots took over a very small amount of cells so the immune system

would not trigger, and used the body's own resources to reproduce. They would then spread

throughout the body harmlessly, eventually being released into the air and onto surfaces. The

nanobots would find another host, and the process would repeat. Once all the law violating

citizens were infected, a kill switch would be activated. At that point toxins would be released

from all of the nanobots, knocking the host unconscious, and breaking apart the chemical bonds

in their body, effectively melting the host into a puddle of biomass in a matter of minutes. The

technology was approved by the Board of Executives, and was set to be released over a camp on

the other side of the border as a test trial. Both Varsto and Jotsmoth were very hesitant about this.

Along with the technology being untested on this scale and extremely new, the nanobots were

not fully finished. Their designs had left room for a global positioning sensor, so every host

could be monitored. This way, the scientists would know whether the nanobots had spread to the

inside of the empire or not. This sensor was not included in that version, as the scientists had not

figured out how to program the body's cells to produce them yet. With no choice in the matter,

Jotsmoth and Varsto executed the trial. A barrel of the nanobots was slowly dumped from an

aircraft over the camp, showering the inhabitants. The experiment was planned to last 3 days,

giving the nanobots double the time they would need to spread to all inhabitants. However, the

Executive Board vetoed this. They extended the experiment to 2 months. Both scientists found

this absurd. Why would the board decide to make such an idiotic decision? Unfortunately, they

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had no say in the matter. All they could do was hope. 6 weeks after the experiment began, and a

week and a half before the deadline, Jotsmoth was running a blood test on one of the lower

ranked scientists. He found the nanobots in their blood. He tested every since scientist in the

ISD, including himself, and found the same nanobots. The entire continent had to have been

infected by this point. Jotsmoth alerted Varsto, and they immediately made moves to cancel the

experiment and find a way to disable the nanobots. Unfortunately, there was no such way. As

long as there was 1 host for the nanobots to multiply in, there would be a ticking time bomb on

humanity. So, Jotsmoth decided to work on a "cure", something to disable the receptors on the

nanobots so they couldn't execute their death program. After nearly a week of continuous work

on the project, he finished. There wasn't enough time to dose the population, however. As a last

ditch effort to at least somewhat preserve humanity, Jotsmoth had him and Varsto quickly inject

all 128 members of the ISD with the vaccine. 7 hours later, at the stroke of midnight, Kapteyn's

first empire went out with a whisper. Upon waking the next morning, the ISD members found it

odd they were no longer receiving comms messages from headquarters. Jotsmoth and Varsto

knew all too well. They told the members what had occurred, and it was likely they were the

only people on Kaptyen left to tell the tale. A couple laughed in disbelief. A few immediately

broke down and cried for their loved ones. Most remained still, and silent. However, there was 1

group of uninfected individuals. They had already crossed a large ocean barrier, even with the

restrictions those people had. These 14 individuals would be responsible for the entire

upbringing of the globalization of humanity. The scientists never knew this.

The First Volume

● Prologue

The story begins with a boy face down in the snow. He hoists himself up, and looks around the

landscape. It's mostly flat with snow covering every inch of the landscape, save for a few

boulders. Huge mountains and glaciers dot the skyline. The boy cannot remember where he is. In

fact, he cannot remember anything, not even his own name. He sees a sack near where he fell,

and picked it up. The pack had some trinkets, dried foodstuff, and a letter inside. In brief, the

letter tells the boy his name, Zeljko, that he cannot remember his past due to a field he crossed,

and that there is no reason to return across the field looking for home. With this information, he

began walking toward the mountains. Eventually, a snowstorm began, hiding everything from

view. Making his way through the white soup of snow, Zeljko moved forward until falling into

the snow once again. He had fallen into a trap door placed on the ceiling of a shed. The shed

wasn't very large, only 6 meters by 4 meters. Shelves lined the walls, with large workbenches as

well. they were chock full of odd gadgets Zeljko had never seen before, all covered in an

extremely thick layer of dust and grime. The most peculiar thing was the large buckets of

extremely fine black sand, they didn't seem to have any purpose. While snooping around this

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shed, a rat scurried out of the shelves, startling Zeljko. He jumped backwards into a workbench,

where a dense metal sphere fell onto the ground. This sphere glowed purple inside of the

engravings on its surface, and began to attract some of the fine sand toward it. The sand

coalesced, glowing different shades of purple, floating higher into the air. After a few seconds of

the tornado of particles, it burst apart revealing a being in the shape of a boy, about middle

school age. The boy remarked about how cool their entrance was, and introduced themself.

● Chapter 1

○ Setting

This chapter is set in the far north, in a tundra. Everything is coated in ice and snow, except for

the roads. Most of the main interactions occur inside the city, which is circular in shape, with 3

main rings. The inside ring is industry, the middle ring is residential, and the outer ring is a

combination of residential and production. There are no suburbs outside the city, the outer

buildings of the 3rd ring abruptly separate the city from the sprawling icy plains. There are no

colors or flare to the city, exposed concrete and metal make up almost the entirety of the sights.

The only saving grace of the architecture is the road and transportation structure, and the way the

buildings are designed to look different from one another, but not out of place. In the centre of

the inner ring is a large open square, reminiscent of Times Square in NYC. The city is populated

very sparsely, with all of its residents falling under the control of a ragtag leader. Most are

simple appliance robots, ones that serve simple functions. Kitchen appliances, lamps, staplers,

chairs, any household item you can think of can probably save you money

● Chapter 2

○ Setting

● Chapter 3

○ Setting

Forgotten Dreams

● Volume 1

○ Prologue

○ Chapter 1

○ Chapter 2

○ Chapter 3

● Volume 2

○ Chapter 4

● Volume 3

○ Chapter 5

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○ Chapter 6

Blight of the Immortals

● Volume 4

● Volume 5

● Volume 6

● Epilogue

Characters in order of appearance

● Zeljko Bozovic

● Shinii

Allow me to talk some more about Shinii. Shii is one of the protagonists in my novel, Forgotten

Dreams. First off, they're the right hand man of the head of the crew, Zeljko. Shii appears right

off the bat in Chapter 1, so his existence isn't much of a surprise. You may notice that I'm using

non-binary pronouns for Shii. That isn't necessarily due to them being non-binary, but because

Shii is not one entity, but a collection of many. Shii's body is made up of many small nanobots,

which are bigger than a bacterium, but smaller than a typical human cell. These nanobots are all

controlled by a central processing and power unit, which is visible under their vest. When one of

these nanobots touches the power source, or another nanobots already touching the source, it

emits a purple glow, explaining their violet hew. Created by an ancient entity before the fall of

Kapetyn's sole empire, Shii's technology beyond this point is unknown, even to Shinii themself.

● D.W. Hertig

● Alyssa Blondeau

● Student 01

● Kaeti Nakazo

● Orion

● Monarch 1

● Monarch 2

● Student 02, Dictator

● The Simulator

● Liutprand Kepler

● Richard Jotsmoth

● Alban Varsto

● Vince Hawkes

Vince Hawkes is a detective in the City of New Sigsbee, the 2nd and largest of the Triumvirate

Cities. He's a short man, coming in at about 4'11". He claims he's 5'0". He also has a rounder

shape, at about 87 kilos. Vince wears a dark gray, short, wool trenchcoat. It has a mustard stain

that won't come out. Underneath this is a black vest with a dark blue bowtie, and a set of

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wrinkled dress pants. On his feet, he wears a pair of leather sandals, with black socks. On Vince's

head, he wears the typical fedora, although it is quite large for his size. His face is easily

obscured by the hat, and we don't see what it looks like for the entirety of the novel. However, 2

aqua eyes shine through the hat's shadow.

Vince is lazy. Absurdly lazy. I'm not quite sure how he even still holds this detective gig. Despite

being lazy, Vin is somehow the most efficient and reliable detective in New Sigsbee, mostly

because literally no one else wants to take the job. Crime is rampant, and gangs run loose

without fear of police resistance. It's hell for a good cop. Luckily for Vin, he isn't a very good

cop. That is his strategy, after all. There's a point where you pass inadequacy, and transcend into

a different plane, one of complete lethargy. This is where Vin resides. Even counting his

laziness, you had to admire Vince's skills at problem solving, and being able to read a person like

a book. When he was able to overcome that weakness, Vin could solve a case like no other.

Literally like no other, because there is no metric to even compare him to.

Vince's office is on the 14th floor of the Keystone Tower, a building outside the main business

district of New Sigsbee. The door is made of heavy mahogany, with a large frosted window in

the centre. On the window, letters read the word "detective." in all lowercase. Inside his office, it

is dark, illuminated only by a singular lamp and the sun coming through the window shades. The

back window is large, and takes up the majority of that wall. The floor appeared wooden, with

small planks. Lining the walls were huge wooden bookshelves, full of large textbooks and files.

In the very centre, on top of a circular magenta carpet with gold embroidery, a huge mahogany

desk sits. Papers are piled on top of the desk, but a nice gap in the centre is placed for Vin to lay

his feet. In front of it, 2 leather chairs. Behind was a larger swivel chair, with a velvet texture.

The whole place is a massive fire hazard.

The Forgotten Dreams Multiverse

Due to the discoveries made in the early history of the Forgotten Dreams universe, the characters

are easily able to travel outside their own universe, and into the multiverse. With technology

from the ISD and unique parts created by Alyssa with her students and later Kaeti, the cast of

characters can selectively find active universes with comply with their laws of physics, and

travel to them. More importantly, the Forgotten Dreams Multiverse allows for one critical

addition to the canon, crossovers. In most stories, crossovers are usually not canon, with the

crossover not applying to the rules of the series and its characters. However, in Forgotten

Dreams, the characters can canonically travel to other stories and interact with their characters,

having an effect on what takes place afterwards. I have no current plans to write after the second

story, which leaves the series off on a closing note, so all crossovers and travels into the FDM

take place after those events occur.

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Over a thousand years had passed since the last notification came in, and Alyssa Blondeau was

fed up with it all.

Day after day, she stared at that wretched screen. Sure, it was impressive, wrapping around the

entire control room of the vessel, but it would have been great if something would actually

change on it. No point in a screen that doesn't do jack. Still, like clockwork, every day she

observed the maps and statistics for any sign of change along the border. As per usual, today had

no important readings. Alyssa pushed herself away from the control deck, floating through the

open quarters door and into cramped maze of brightly lit passageways which made up the

administrative sector of the vessel. She took a long, deep breath, and closed her eyes for a brief

moment. She relaxed the tension in her shoulders, as the purring of the air circulation system

massaged her ears. She cherished her short moments of bliss. At the end of the hall, Alyssa

reached an elevator towards the main sanctum. The doors shuttered as they moved, she made a

mental note to oil them sometime before eternity ended. As the elevator car made its way

through the kilometers long tube, Alyssa was greeted with the sweet sensation of weight upon

her feet. After hours of floating, it was very welcome. The car jolts to a stop, as a bell rings. As

the doors attempted to open themselves, the cold air of the sanctum rushed in to greet her. She

stepped out of the elevator car and onto the luscious grass of the sanctum. The view from here

almost never got old. The plain of grass extended up, continuing in a ring all around the cylindric

cavity of the sanctum. The sanctum spins, giving the feeling of gravity to those on the inside

perimeter. The sun, contained inside a copper reinforced glass done, shined light all throughout

the cavity. Forests of pine trees are spread across the surface, weaving around the buildings,

paths, and fields. Most of the buildings in the sanctum are wood and concrete structures, the only

exception being the medical centre. Linked by concrete paths made for foot traffic or light

vehicles, the buildings were not too spread apart. Most served an educational purpose, the

entirety of the sanctum was more or less a school after all. As if right on queue, a voice shouts,

"Professor Blondeau!" Alyssa jerks her head around to greet the person behind her, but alas, no

one is there. "

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Document 19: NaNoWriMo, Forgotten Dreams Alpha

Created on October 28th, 2019. Last Modified on December 18th, 2019.

Note: The National Novel Writing Month draft of Forgotten Dreams. Coming in at about 10

thousand words, it’s a big chunk of text. I’m proud of myself from that period for getting as far

as they did, considering how poor the earlier attempts went. The biggest thank you ever to my

AP English Composition and Literature teacher, you forced me to get my act together! <3

Prologue

Kuwana

Statistically speaking, most adult humans have a considerable fear of being locked in a

small space for a prolonged period of time. For someone who had spent their entire life in a

glorified tin can pressurized with air, a fear such as that should have never even been considered

to be a factor. Yet, here was Yuwa Kuwana, scared shitless in a shelter surrounded with particles

that, within minutes of contact, were sure to warrant a visit from the Angel of Death. At this

point, she welcomed him.

Four days ago, Kuwana had spoken with the old woman at home. “I need you to take this

job, because not a single fucking person in your rank will swallow the god damn toad," she said.

"Being captain doesn’t mean shit on surface runs, you know that better than I do. Whenever I put

Kylma on as captain, he acts like he's taking a holiday to some isolated beach. Now that he's

actually on holiday, I've got no one to take the role. You’re more than capable of executing the

worst tasks I could ever giving, so don’t go fuck this one up." Add that one to the ever growing

cabinets of bullshit.

Not a day’s time had passed before the Pioneer was stocked and ready for descent. The

Pio was ancient, and probably had more replaced and repaired parts than what initially came on

the ship. Out of the eight P-Class vehicles initially shipped from the surface, the Pio was one of

two ships that remained functional. Nevertheless, she flew time and time again.

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Chapter 1

Zeljko

Two centuries ago, the polar region of Chraini-Sevyr seemed to be a wholly unwelcome

place. It was just about like any other peninsula you could find yourself living on Jiah, only more

so. Freezing winters with unending nights contrasted by rainy summers with a sun that would

never set, terrain with cliffs sharper than a knife’s edge cut by the pounding of glaciers, and

rocky, frozen soil that tested the strength of flora from about anywhere. The people who lived

there, needless to say, were like everyone else on Jiah, only more so. The region's career fields

were almost entirely made up of fishermen, harvesting the plentiful ocean life migrating north

during the eternal light of the summer. This was the Sevyrian way of life for longer than their

words had been recorded, and not one of its inhabitants desired to change them.

Two centuries ago, plus or minus a few days, Syl Veselovsky came out of the colossal

central mountain range with nearly 14 kilograms of gold on his back. The Sevyrians had

suddenly found a much better way to waste those eternal summers, and change, they did. As if a

flame were suddenly lit from nothingness, the Great Chraini-Sevyrian Gold Rush began. With

quick pace, the city-states and small nations of people began to expand their territory into the

inhospitable mountain ranges and glaciers. As the largest states in the region began to

consolidate power over the less fortunate villages, great nations rose from the dust and ice on the

financial back of their riches. As in most places, with new borders came unique conflicts. Could

someone from the Republic of Ruvimann sift for gold in the rivers claimed by the state of

Kyenik? Of course, the only way to practically solve these problems like civilized men was

through intense, decades long guerilla warfare in some of the most inhospitable climates known

to man.

In the middle of their war of greed, the Empire of Arnosa crossed the Chrainian Channel

and began marching northward through the southern plains and tundra. As if they had all been

blind, the entire peninsula had a collective realization of their idiocy. In a rare historical moment

of unity, the nations of Chraini-Sevyr put decades of military conflict toward a single evil, and

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beat a conqueror of empires back to their borders. With a treaty signed in the Sevyrian city of

Kapustin, the nations made peace with a power seemingly destined to butcher them. In this new

state of political affairs, the Union of Sevyrian States was formed to bring the peninsula to an

unbreakable era of unending peace.

Roughly four years ago, an incredibly rich supply of oil was found underneath the

kilometer thick glaciers of Chraini, closer to the north pole than the direct rule of any nation.

This area of land was inside of a shared economic zone, administered by the laws of the Union of

Sevyrian States. The nations of Chernoye and Svyetlapki both claimed possession over the

monetary benefits from the oil, as Svyetlapkian scientists found the deposits, and Chernoyian

scientists drilled them. Svyetlapki wouldn’t agree to a direct split of the profits with Chernoye,

instead opting to claim the entirety of them. As such, for the first time in over a century, two

nations of Chraini-Sevyr went into direct military conflict with one another, but this time, instead

of gold, tens of thousands would be losing their lives over dust and ice, just like before.

Zeljko Osvobodi thought it was an interesting distraction.

“You’re not listening at all, are you,”

[UNFINISHED, CHECK RECYCLING BIN MORON]

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Chapter 2

Alyssa

Eleven centuries had passed since the last notification from the surface came in, and

Alyssa Blondeau was fed up with it all.

Day after day, she stared at that wretched display. It was impressive, a huge central point

in the control room of her vessel, but it would have been more interesting if something could

change on it. There's no point in a screen that does nothing but sit in silence, just like there's no

point in a captain that does nothing but look at useless screens. Despite this, like clockwork,

every third cycle Alyssa observed the maps and statistics for any sign of signals from the surface

of Jiah. As per usual, today had no important readings.

"How riveting." she muttered to herself, turning the display off once more.

After a long moment, Alyssa floated up and out of the ragged, old captain's chair in front

of the displays. She stared at the gleaming surface of Jiah from the room's windows.

Across her entire view, huge oceans, mountains, forests, and tundra were to be seen.

Although the landmasses below her never changed, the view never grew tiring.

From the large continent which spanned the northern pole of the planet, a skinny

appendage reached out from the coast. As it stretched south it grew wider, creating a formation

which appeared like a crab claw facing east. Westward, a lengthy strip connected the northern

landmass to the appendage, creating a massive sea. Only a few small slivers of land prevented it

from bursting into the huge oceans blanketing Jiah. Small island chains peppered her oceans, like

pimples on a gleaming skin of blue.

It was late autumn in the north, if she remembered correctly. All the scattered cloud

formations further from the equator may have been snow at that point. It was something she

missed about planets, the quiet static of soft snowfall.

Staring at the pretty planet was always a good time waster. Better to not get distracted,

there's a whole lot of nothing to waste my time on, she thought.

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Alyssa pushed herself away from the control deck, flying steadily through the open

quarters door, and into the cramped maze of brightly lit passageways which made up the exterior

shell of the vessel. As hatches and open corridors flew by, she soared with the extreme precision

of someone well practiced in null gravity.

Alyssa took a long, deep breath, and closed her eyes for a brief moment. She relaxed the

tension in her shoulders, as the purring of the air processing systems massaged her ears. She

cherished these relatively short moments of bliss.

At the end of the hall, Alyssa floated through the doors of the tram station. Its only tram,

directed toward the sanctum, was due to arrive at any moment. Protective sheathing barely clung

to the walls, with lamps and furniture clamped to what was supposed to be a floor. From Alyssa's

perspective, it was just the wall to her left. The design assumed there would be a direction of

down to permit their usefulness. If anything, the small station was more akin to a two star hotel

lobby than a subway station.

She flipped a worn, red switch, still functioning after all these years of cyclic abuse.

Alyssa felt for the inanimate object, in an apologetic sort of sense.

After a few minutes, a pleasant ting echoed across the hall as the tram arrived. Through

the worn doors separating pressurized cabin from hard vacuum, she could watch the tram's

windows flit by.

When it had stopped, the opening doors shuttered as they moved, getting stuck along the

track of the doorway. Alyssa made a mental note to oil them sometime before eternity ended.

She stepped inside.

The car made its way through the tube, and eventually slowed to a halt. With a jerk, it

suddenly sped up drastically, as Alyssa was greeted with the sweet sensation of weight upon her

feet. After hours of floating, it was very welcome.

It was genuinely interesting how masterfully the vessel was designed. The Valor, shaped

like a rather oversized corn dog, is a shell of offices and engineering platforms around a rotating

cylinder dubbed the 'Sanctum'. In order to pass into the sanctum from the outer shell, the tram

has to synchronize its spin. On an infinite loop, it speeds up to the rate of spin of the sanctum,

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and easily passes through as if the tram were motionless. The effect of all that work? A very

pleasant 1/3 surface gravity. For someone of her age, it was nice on the joints.

The spinning of the sanctum is similar to spinning a toddler around by their arms- as you

spin faster, the force which wants to fling the child off horizontally into space is counteracted by

your grip. It's the same sort of principal in the sanctum, except with an entire world in turn for a

parent, and everything in it for a toddler.

As if it were meant to pierce her thoughts, her wrist terminal made an obnoxious blatting

sound. She double tapped the band to wake the device. Squinting, the neon red banner on the top

of the display read, "One hour without bounce-back signal from vessel 'Pioneer'. Investigation is

recommended at earliest convenience."

Well, that's certainly interesting.

There shouldn't have been anything down on the surface which could block the line of

sight signal from the Pioneer. Its captain and pilots knew how to handle the vessel better than

anyone, and whatever had occurred, they would certainly have it under control. The Pioneer's

current crew, consisting entirely her most skilled students, could not be any better staffed.

However, by protocol, Alyssa had to manually affirm contact with the vessel. This meant a trip

back to the control deck, or another similarly equipped area. Going back to that dreadful room

another time in the same 30 hour period was something Alyssa had no intention of doing. Going

to the senior officer's station may be the better decision, or at least more comfortable. Plus, with

Kylma on holiday, she would have some company in her misery.

"Oh Ms. Kuwana," she sighed, "Whatever shall I do with you and your crew?" she asked

to no one in particular.

The tram made a sudden jolt upward, and slowed to a stop. Another more pleasant ting

chimed, this time from the tram itself.

As the doors began to slowly open themselves, the cold air of the sanctum blew in to

greet her. She stepped out of the tram car and onto the luscious grass that blanketed the entire

space. Of all the views on the vessel, this one always took her breath away.

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The plain she stood upon extended up, continuing in a ring of grass all around the

cylindrical cavity of the sanctum. The reactor, contained inside a copper reinforced glass dome,

shined light down a glass tube stretching across the centre of the cavity.

Forests of pine trees spread across the surface, weaving around the buildings, paths, and

fields. Most of the buildings were composed of ancient wood, stone, and bricks, but the newer

buildings erected in relatively recent years were of plastic and aluminium. Linked by concrete

paths made for foot traffic or light vehicles, the buildings weren't too spread apart. With such a

small space to work with, there wasn't room to be. Most buildings served an educational purpose,

or serviced its few inhabitants, as the entirety of the sanctum was more or less an overly complex

school.

As if purposefully to shatter her daydream, a voice pierced the air.

"Howdy, Professor B!" Alyssa jerked her head around to greet the annoyance behind her,

but alas, no one was there.

She looked up to see Reiko, flying above her in the sky, or rather the space between the

ground and the ceiling above her. No, not flying, floating. His black hair spread around his head,

drifting in the air currents circulating in the sanctum. If he wasn't careful, he'd drift right into the

light source.

"Mr. Mengyou!" said Alyssa, now raising her voice, "I hope you have a plan to get back

down from there, because I'm not sending anyone to fetch you." Due to the spinning of the

sanctum, he was now facing away from her. Reiko's faint laughter eased her worries.

"Don't worry Ms. B, I've got this all under control. There's nothin' to worry 'bout up

here," he said, emphasizing his slight tang of a drawl.

It was something Alyssa had heard in old western films captured before she was born. It

could have a charm if used right, but a charm he didn't have. She did admit though, it threw her

off seeing someone with such dark skin complexion start speaking like he was going to corral

some cattle.

"Uh huh, and what makes you think that? I don't see anything you could possibly use to

maneuver yourself around up there," she asked.

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"Newton's Third Law Professor! I just gotta throw somethin' and I'll be down in a jiffy.

Outta anyone, you should know that. You did instruct Physics Fundamentals I in my year, after

all."

Alyssa lowered her shoulders, and heavily exhaled. Reiko Mengyou was one of the

brightest students she'd ever instructed, intellect wise. You could throw some complex calculus

jargon at the boy, and he'd come back to you with at least something intelligible after an hour.

However, he never turns in his assignments, skips any class he just doesn't feel like going to, and

often ends up in precarious situations at the expense of others. He could have honestly been the

worst choice for the Junior students to elect as their president. Reiko may be smart, but he's also

an idiot. It's not like she could say that to his face, though.

"You are a fucking idiot." Alyssa shouted in his general direction.

"You're a little slow pickin' up on that one, Blondeau," he said with a grin, again

enunciating that drawl. If it wasn't annoying already, it was about to be.

"That's Ms. Blondeau to you, Mr. Mengyou. You should be back on campus by

communal supper, or I will unleash Newton's Third Law on your ass the second I find something

precise enough to hit you." She knew she wouldn't really do something as obscene as that. She

would just get someone else to do it. As Alyssa turned around, she could practically feel Reiko's

blank stare from half a kilometer away.

She didn't quite care about the specifics of how he got up there, but the stopped motorcar

blocking the path almost certainly had something to do with it. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to

travel against the direction of the sanctum's spin, and end up in null gravity to hang the air. All

you had to do was cancel any centripetal force from the spin, so nothing would be pushing you to

the 'ground'. A modified cart with speed limiters removed was perfect for the job. However, it

would be quite hard to stop the cart once you were floating above the sanctum, or from the

perspective of the person floating, to speed it back up. The dent on the front bumper and the

nearby mutilated willow tree told Alyssa all she needed to know regarding that point. It looked

like a certain somebody would be raising a new willow tree soon.

She swung into the driver's seat of the vehicle, and popped the trunk to the engine

housing. All the LEDs read green, and nothing seemed totally out of place. Alyssa assumed it

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would at least get her the two and a half kilometers to her destination. Discarding the notebook

and utensil initialed "RKM" to the side of the path, she shifted the cart into drive.

✰✰✰

Alyssa pulled into the cart park behind the head building, choosing a spot in the shade of

a branching laurel oak. Stepping out of the cart, she could almost forget of being in an enclosed

space. Every meter of land was shaded in the oaks' canopy, apart from a large, open field which

laid at the very centre of the campus' circular body. The ceiling they made over the pathways was

reminiscent of footage she had seen from the southern everglades of Jiah. As she walked past the

heavy iron gates and the skyward clock tower attached to the head, she gazed upon the entirety

of the campus.

Its layout was surprisingly simple, at least in comparison to the other campuses on the

Valor. Eight large buildings made up the body of the structure, with smaller outlying buildings

created recently. The main ring of buildings was styled of ancient brick and stone structures from

the Earth, featuring tall columns, large doors, open spaces, and windows which stream in more

light than was really necessary. Each of the buildings were connected by paths cutting through

the central field, and intersecting where a huge camphor tree stood at the centre.

A true relic, the Great Camphor was the oldest living organism on the vessel. The tree's

branches snaked from its huge trunk, creating a massive infrastructure of live wood to rest under.

This singular tree's canopy made up a sizable percentage of the entire tree cover on campus. Of

all the structures of the senior campus, it had to be Alyssa's personal favorite.

As she was halfway between the outer ring and the Great Camphor, Alyssa saw a figure

in its branches. Those broad shoulders, toned muscles, and nearly inhuman mass were

unmistakable.

"Kylma!" she shouted, "When did you start talking to trees?" Kylma Armoton looked up

from a leather bound book, and then back downwards to where she now stood.

"Turns out, this tree here is the best company I've got with everybody gone," said Kylma.

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"Whatever you're up to, finish it and get the hell down from there. I need your help with

something more important than plant social hour," she said, her words containing more ferocity

than intended.

"What can I say Ally, I speak for these trees," he said, gesturing around him to the

branches.

By God, she hated that nickname.

"Don't fucking call me that, Armoton. I'm fed up with your idiotic psuedonyms," she

shouted.

"Sounds like the trees are saying that you need to be a little patient." Kylma stood up on

the branch, and began to slowly meander back toward the tree's huge trunk.

Alyssa covered her face with her hands, exhaling through gritted teeth. "Meet me at the

Communications Centre as soon as physically possible." She took a breath. "We've been having

some... communications issues with Kuwana and her crew."

Not more than a breath passed when, with the impact of a bass drum, Kylma hit the soil

not a meter in front of her. The resounding force knocked Alyssa firmly on her rear, and sending

her glasses tumbling away. He stood back up to full height, towering over her like a sort of

malevolent god.

"Sorry about that. You could have just said it was them from the get-go, you know," Kylma

said, wearing his typical genial expression. He held out a hand to her.

"Goddamn right you're sorry. If I was in a bad mood today, I'd have thrown your ass off

this damn ship." His hand hoisted her up, briefly sending Alyssa flying off the ground. She

stumbled, regaining her footing.

"So, what's up with the crew? Did they get my girl stuck in some mud or something?"

They began to walk side by side on one of the many circular paths through the field.

"The Pioneer's communication arrays are non-functional, I've received nothing from the

ship for almost two hours now. I haven't seen any peculiar readouts from before the signal

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dropped either, at least from the data I've had sent to my personal system. Frankly, I'm stumped

as to what happened."

"Not even the backup transmitter is talking? Hell, any of their wrist terminals could emit

something we could receive. Not much, but at least some text, or binary. I'd bet the sensory

arrays could pick up somebody on the other side of the planet rubbing some copper and a

magnet. Our transmitter lases are so powerful that if we wanted to communicate with the crew

without a radio, I'd just burn a message into the ground!" Kylma chucked at what she guessed to

be rather vulgar thoughts. She couldn't help but smile with him.

"This is not the time for joking Mr. Armoton."

"Yeah yeah, I get it." He paused, and glanced up as if looking at something in the canopy

above. Kylma then locked eyes with Alyssa, a ferociousness lurking beneath the depths of his

cornea. "I can't shake the feeling that her entire crew may be deep in the drink right now. What

could have happened to shut off those systems? After the Palmer went rogue and blew itself into

a fireball a few years back, we were still getting signals from her emergency transmitter for

days."

"I know, Kylma. I know. It was my mistake choosing a new captain with such little

experience in the art. I thought it would be a good idea to give her experience down planetside

early and throw her right into it, you know?" She trailed off, and sighed. "Nevermind that, there's

no use in dwelling in the past. There nothing I can do about it now."

As they had walked to the outer circumference of buildings. Kylma motioned to the door

of the Communications Centre, and opened it. "Please, after you."

The room that Kylma had secured was dark, too warm for comfort, and smelled strongly

of old coffee. The monitors were the only light source, casting a gray shadow to lurk on the

peach colored wall behind him. Twenty small screens were stacked upon each other, covering

the front wall from corner to corner. They were of an older cathode ray tube model, designed

before the Valor had even left the Sol system. They needed replacing, with the newer technology

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they had been using for centuries. Why fix what isn't broken, Alyssa would always excuse her

laziness with. The high pitched hum of electron beams in the displays was beginning to get on

her nerves, though. If that couldn't make her get off her ass and fix things, nothing would. Vector

diagrams lit every screen, each spooling data or displaying some sort of diagram. On her left, a

map of Jiah took up every centimeter of screen real estate.

Alyssa walked into the room carrying tray, containing a pot of tea, a small pitcher of

milk, and two mugs. She couldn't do any of this tedious work without her favorite beverage. This

blend was a mix of Assam, Kenyan, and Ceylon tea leaves, heavier on the Assam. As always,

she would prepare it with a dash of 1 percent milk. She placed the tray on the rickety table in

front of Kylma.

"Tea? It's my usual brew," Alyssa asked.

"Thanks for the offer, but you know as well as I do that I am firmly a coffee drinker,"

Kylma responded. People who could deny a hot cup of tea in a stressful environment would

always remain a mystery to her.

"Suit yourself, I thought I may as well extend a hand in these trying times," She poured a

steaming portion of tea into one of the mugs. She sipped, and the steaming liquid seeping into

her very being. It was a nice distraction.

"What are we looking at, exactly?" Alyssa asked.

"This is a complete map of the surface of Jiah, recorded by the Valor and our planetary

positioning probes," said Kylma. "The last time we saw the Pio on the positioning grid, it was-"

A bright pink dot appeared on a display. "There. Just as we set the preflight course in our

records. It appears to have been in the southeastern sector of the Varsto-Okoye Plateau before it

went offline."

"Yes, I am aware of where she was, I've had a sub-window opened on my wrist terminal

since the Pioneer left port. We're looking for where they are right now, not hours ago."

"I can't recover anything from the Pio since it stopped bouncing signals, but I had the

Valor's systems skim any frequency that has so much as brushed up against our arrays. It's found

two points of interest for us." 2 bright green dots appeared on multiple displays, as a dashed line

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in a similar colour connected them. "These are signals with the encryption we use on a standard

wrist terminal. As far as I know, it doesn't match the codes anyone on the crew had active, but

it's not an insurmountable task to change those. Whatever emitted this, their devices or not, it

was still active after all other transmitters were either destroyed, or disconnected from the Valor.

I'm not sure what the purpose of these signals was yet, but I have a hunch that they're just a

standard security protocol."

Alyssa's mug hit the carpeting, smacking into it with a thud. She hadn't noticed that her

hands were shaking. Her grip wasn't what it used to be. Tea had spilled all across the floor,

seeped deep into the carpeting. Just another stain upon the cacophony of those from the past, she

thought, preparing to continue her response. Kylma was acting as if nothing had occurred.

"So, you're telling me that three hours ago, someone on the Pioneer decided to move in

an accelerating vector across the continent? You don't just get up one day and decide to commit

the greatest fucking act of teenage rebellion in recorded history."

"I wouldn't word it like that, but in essence, yeah. At least that signal has."

Alyssa buried her face deep within her hands. And I had thought this would be a trivial

question. "Do we have visual confirmation on any of this?"

"Unfortunately, no. We don't have access to any of the good equipment from here, all of

that is restricted to the command decks. There are too many clouds circulating to see anything

with the visible light scopes anyway. Well, unless you're inclined to stare at an ocean of white

wisps."

Alyssa raised from her seat. She reached over to the desk, and poured another mug of tea.

It was lukewarm.

"I'm going to get some goddamn fresh air," she said. "Notify me when you find

something of use, right now I'm not seeing anything conclusive." She turned to walk out the

door, when Kylma cleared his throat.

"Sit tight for a minute, I was getting to the interesting stuff," he said. In an instant, the

maps bloomed with shades of color. Most were shades of blues and purples, with some greens

scattered throughout. Traced around a portion of the continent was a bright red blemish, not to

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mention a dozen odd blooms from inside as well. The display lit up the room with a red hue, like

a beacon demanding their attention. She tilted her head, looking at the map from another

direction. A shiver ran up Alyssa's spine. This wasn't some odd Jiahvian landform, this was the

view she had been staring upon for millennia.

"What is this? What did you find?" she asked, tripping over her words. Kylma didn't

respond. "Well, spit it the fuck out."

"Those blemishes are showing particles emitted from the surface, specifically ones higher

on the frequency spectrum. You know, x-rays, gammas..." He sighed. "I'm not sure how to go

about saying this- It looks like something is making a lot of radiation, and I have no idea what it

is."

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Chapter 4

Alyssa

"So, when the Carthaginian Navy was met with a small Roman force on their own territory,

what would you think occured?" Alyssa asked the class. She taught the primary students every

other cycle in which they had classes, taking place of the regular Instructors. It was important to

have real human interaction with the kids on a regular basis, even if the autonomous Instructors

probably did a better job of it than she did. Not to mention, teaching kept her sane.

Paul raised his hand from the front of the class, for the umpteenth time. "How about

someone who hasn't answered almost every single question this lesson." Alyssa said. The class

erupted with giggles. She waited a few seconds, and no more hands were raised.

We've come to this, she thought. Scanning the room, none of the students stood out as

particularly troubled, except for Elsa. The girl was in the back of the class, with red, curly hair

draped over her face. She often held herself that way, seemingly to hide herself from her peers.

"Elsa, what do you think? Don't worry about getting an answer wrong, this is all just

practice." She didn't move a muscle. "Come on honey, don't be shy," Alyssa said. In an instant,

Elsa shot up from her chair, as if she were standing at attention in boot camp. Her hair flew

wildly, exposing her blue eyes, and a sharp and concentrated expression. If her goal was to avoid

the attention of the classroom, she hadn't done a very good job at it. Elsa paused for a few

awkward breaths.

"They fought," she whispered.

"Yes! Good thinking, you've got that part down perfectly. Now think, how would they

have gone about the fight? Try and reach back to what we've learned about the battles and other

conflicts the Romans have fought so far." Elsa was so kind as to greet her inquiry with the sweet

sound of silence.

Alyssa picked up the chalk from the lip on the bottom of the lowest board, and climbed a

small ladder to reach her highest marks. She underlined a portion of her notations on the right-

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hand board. "The Romans, they had a brand new navy. Not just ships, but the force as a whole.

For all of their nation's existence up until this point, the Romans fought opponents from the land,

on the land. They had very little experience in battles on the water." She kicked off the wall,

moving the ladder on its rails to the left, and circled another portion of notations on an adjacent

board. "The Carthaginians were born from the Mediterranean Sea, separating the continents of

Africa, and Europe. Because of their position on the sea, the Carthaginian Navy was one of the

best of its class in the known world. Their empire and culture were based on the entire ideal of

shipping across those waters. Who in their right mind would pick a fight with them?"

"The Romans?" Elsa asked, after a short pause.

Alyssa let out a hearty laugh. "That's assuming the Romans were in their right mind, my

dear." She thought she saw the beginnings of a grin through that red hair.

"So, Elsa, if you were a Roman General with all your tactics used to fight on the land,

how would you go about fighting on the sea?" Elsa paused, as still as a marble statue. She

seemed to be deep in thought.

"I... I would fight them on the land. The Romans would lose in the water, they couldn't

beat the better Carthage Navy. But, they also couldn't go on the land, because the Carthage

fighters wouldn't go there."

"Right."

"So, the Romans have to bring the land into the water, maybe? If the Romans could turn

an ocean battle into a land battle, maybe they could win."

Alyssa clasped her hands together across her chest. "That is exactly right!"

Elsa's hair had pushed aside, her bright blue eyes shining as if they glowed. Her smile

was beaming unlike anything Alyssa had seen in the girl. *Now I remember why I take the time

out of my cycle to do this.*

"Just like you said, the Romans realized they had the advantage on the land, and not on

the sea. To counteract this disadvantage, the Romans maneuvered their ships right up to the

Carthaginian enemy, and lowered a bridge onto their ships called a corvus. The warriors aboard

the Roman ships boarded the Carthaginian ships, and they could easily capture each instead of

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sinking them by getting rid of the enemies inside. Does anyone know why this is particularly

important?" Elsa, sitting down again, raised her hand. "Yes, Elsa?" She squirmed in her seat,

seemingly still nervous to speak.

"Well, the Romans didn't have a good way to win, so, maybe they changed the rules of

fighting so they could." By God, Elsa was strikingly intelligent for her age. *Looks like you're

doing your job pretty alright, old lady.*

"More or less, you're right on the dot. The Carthaginians had the clear advantage in the

battle, and instead of playing by the rules of naval warfare, the Romans used tactics the

Carthaginians hadn't seen anywhere before. Essentially, the Romans changed the game, so they

could turn the conditions for a loss into a win. That's the underlying lesson here. Got it?" A

cacophony of assent filled the classroom.

Alyssa glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was only 5 minutes until the end of the

period. "Alright, it's close to the chime. Now get out of my classroom before I give you all extra

homework!" The students jumped up from their chairs and rushed out of the room, falling into

conversation with their individual groups of friends. All the students, except Elsa.

"Thank you, for... you know," she said.

"Anytime honey, It's what I'm here for. Now move along, you'll be late for club."

Through the mask of hair, her smile was unmistakable. "You've got five seconds before I find a

new assignment to give you!" Alyssa shouted, with a sarcastic grin. Elsa quickly grabbed her

things, giggling as she moved, and ran out the door.

Alyssa pulled down each board on their gimbal, erasing the chalk text with an overused

block of fabric. The white particles drifted in the air, reflecting in the light, making their way

toward the air processing intake. She sat down in a leather swivel chair behind a large, wooden

desk, and released the tension in her upper body. "God, I need to work on my posture," she said

aloud.

Tapping the screen of her wrist terminal, Alyssa spooled through her call list until she

found Kylma. When she confirmed the call, he answered immediately, as if he had been waiting

for her.

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"Hey, Ally. What's the news?" he said, muffled by the static interference from the metal

layering of the sanctum. She thought Kylma sounded a bit out of breath.

"That's what I called to ask *you*. Are the gamma radiation levels down planetside still

up the ass?"

"Hold on a minute." From the audio feeding into the call, Kylma seemed to be tearing

apart the room he was in. "Looks like it. We're seeing an average of a one thousand percent

uptick in gamma particles compared to the normal surface levels we have on record."

"I have no idea what the fuck that implies. Is anyone going to die as a result?"

"Apart from a noticeable increase in cancer rate for people in the affected areas, I'm not

sure it will be much of a problem for us. Anyone on the surface is gonna be sucking on tumors

come a decade from now though, if this keeps up."

"Good to hear that we're not dying as I speak. I'm going to spend the rest of my cycle in

the Core Library. If anyone needs me, you'll find me there."

"Got it. I'll see you around," he said. Alyssa's wrist beeped with the sound of a closed

connection.

The wooden joints of the chair creaked as she rose, barely hanging on to life after ages of

neglect in that classroom. Dusk had begun in the sanctum, as the light coming through the upper

windows glowed an orange hue. As Alyssa strode out of the classroom, the ancient wooden

floorboards sung a familiar tune of wear, surviving the weathering of countless generations'

footsteps. The main passageway's arched glass ceilings streamed in the colors of the dimming

central light rod in the sky. It still changed with the daylight cycle on Jiah, even though almost

everyone on the Valor had never seen a sunset. The hinges of the large, wooden door to the

primary academy cried out as she opened them, and Alyssa stepped into the breeze outside.

Walking along the wide paths of the sanctum, she could see the children playing in the

trees surrounding the academy. On Jiah, she would have ushered the children down from the top

branches to prevent them from falling to their death. In the sanctum's light gravity, most of their

worries from a fall would be a bruise the next morning. To her right, a group of primary and

secondary students were having football scrimmage out in an open field. As one of the players

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spiked the ball a tad too hard, the entire team watched it fly up, past the dimming light rod, and

onto the roof of a facility above them. One of the children offered to go get the ball, mounted a

bicycle, and pedaled strenuously down the path.

✰✰✰

The Core Library was by far the biggest building on the entire vessel, stretching 11 floors

upward, and 40-some more downward into the decking. The library stood out amongst the

buildings of the sanctum, not just because of its size, but its appearance. Polygons of all shapes

made up the outer structure, giving it the appearance of a partially rendered object in a

simulation. Colored almost completely black, the building seemingly absorbed every beam of

light which intersected with its walls. To compensate, a slight purple glow radiated from every

surface, like some sort of passive radiation.

Alyssa walked up a flight of stairs leading to the main entrance, and grunted as she

pushed aside one of the many huge doors leading inside. *I am going to have a word with

whoever decided to make every goddamn doorway on this vessel a full body workout to pass

through.* Inside, the appearance of the structure was much more human. The main hall of the

library stretched to a domed ceiling, where an intricate chandelier clad with gemstones hung. Its

bulbs shone a yellow light upon the space, giving the reflective stone floor a golden hue. Along

all the edges of the hall, each of the stories could be gazed into. Past the intricate railings, books

lined rows shelves layered across each floor, stretching on for what seemed like forever. Walking

toward the lift, her footsteps rang across the space with a resounding echo.

The steel doors of the lift opened seamlessly, splitting at the centre and falling into the

walls. The cylindrical elevator car was lined with bronze plating, engraved with a hilly landscape

and accentuated rays of light splaying from a pinpoint sun. On the car's interactive panel, Alyssa

pressed her hand against the glass pane. It scanned every crease and scar which she had

accumulated over her years, and confirmed her identity with a satisfactory ting. She pressed a

sleek button embedded next to the numerals "IX", and a gold color illuminated around its border.

The car whirred, gliding along the rails which lead it toward her destination.

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The car chimed, and Alyssa stepped outside into a labyrinth of literature. She was home.

It was going to be a long trek to access the specific material she needed to find. It would have

been vastly easier to just call a drone to retrieve it for her, but that defeated the entire experience

of this building. Being lost in the shelves, engrossed in whatever book you happened to find by

pure chance, it was blissful for someone like her.

Alyssa kicked the magnet breaks off a cart by the wall, and pushed it into the corridor.

One of the front wheels was making an odd squeaking noise. Yet another small inconsistency to

fix, that would almost certainly never be straightened out. Alyssa tapped on her wrist, and her

system was already connected to the library's network. With a few brisk gestures, the screen on

her wrist displayed a three dimensional map of the current floor. She tapped in a brief keyword,

and the network began to trace locations through the appendages of the library. A voice rang out

from the device. *Please turn onto aisle D9, and continue for 595 meters. Then, take a right onto

shelving row D9-482.* "Well, it appears like I'm in for a long ass hike," Alyssa said. "My ankles

won't forgive me for this."

If you didn't have a map on hand, anyone could easily find themselves lost in the library's

hallways. She assumed that it had been designed with the thought that anyone willing to walk

through the spaces had a map, or an incredibly advanced sense of direction. While walking down

the winding corridor, its architecture felt more akin to an organism's structure than an

educational institution. The way each corridor and shelf twined and interconnected with each

other felt organic, symmetrical and completely randomized at the same time. On a grand scale, it

was beautiful. In person, it was rather mundane. The shelves were crafted with a material with a

similar consistency to wood, although certainly not natural wood. The walls were of the typical

crystal-like substance which made up all the building's walls, illuminating the space with a

purple glow. The cracks of the baseboards were laced with webs of spiders long passed away,

and never needed to be cleaned. Artificial leather and fabric chairs were scattered sporadically

throughout the shelves, but you could never be out of sight of one. All the lamps adhered to the

walls were off, as you wouldn't need heavy amounts of light to navigate normally. It all appeared

to be placed at random, but at the same time, so intricately precise.

Her wrist terminal buzzed as she passed an intersecting row of bookshelves. The sign

embedded on the end shelf read, *D9-482 - Surface Construction Records*. "It's about damn

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time," she said aloud, only to be heard by the listening ears of novels, journals, and scientific

papers. She began to pull books, tapes, and binders off of the shelf. Drafts of buildings, plots of

cities, technological records, all here at her disposal. With about three dozen items stacked on the

cart, she switched on the motor assist, and began to push back toward the main corridor.

Alyssa entered one of the spacious cafés which dotted the arms of the library. The area

contrasted with the rest of the building, being lit by fluorescent lights, and covered with walls of

polished stone and wood. It felt like walking into another world. Behind the counter, a lanky

robotic bartender shifted its gaze toward her, recognizing Alyssa's face immediately.

"Welcome, Ms. Blondeau. Would you like something to drink while you work?" it asked.

"Yes, hot tea please. My usual blend, if you have that on your records."

"Indeed I do. I'll have it out to you shortly." The robot hummed to itself, shuffling over to

a large brewing machine.

Alyssa walked along the walls of the diner, and scouted a large booth surrounding a

circular table. Pulling her cart next to the open booth, she took a seat, and pulled a container

from the centre of the cart, titled *Jiahvian Artifacts and Related Technologies*, compiled

Richard Jotsmoth. Opening the case, a puff of dust spread across the table. She took one of the

dozens of cassettes inside, and placed it in an adapter kept inside the box. The adapter snapped

magnetically onto the side of her wrist terminal. Whirring and clicking sounds came from the

device, loading its contents into the terminal memory. A moment later, the recording began.

✰✰✰

The Junior Campus was dark, and relatively quiet compared to a typical early morning.

Instead of the typical bustling of students as the day's work cycle began, not a soul moved

between the buildings. She assumed the morning bell must have fired later than normal.

While in the library, Alyssa had lost track of time. She poured through records and tapes

through two 10 hour cycles, and hadn't come back to her senses until receiving an urgent

connection request from Kylma. Alyssa forgot of the meeting she scheduled with the Juniors that

following morning, and would miss it at the rate she was moving. When she entered their

communal hall, 40 minutes after she received Kylma's alert, the 9 members of the Junior Council

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were already seated around a large table. Reiko, president of the class, headed the table, with 4

officers flanking him on each side. Kylma, not formally a part of this meeting, was sitting in a

chair off toward the wall. It would have been nonsensical not to invite him, as integral as he had

been.

"Thank you all for coming at such an early hour. I know this is cutting into all of your

work cycles today, but a meeting needed to be had," she said, partially out of breath. Alyssa

wiped off her glasses, clouded with mist from her sweat.

"You're fine by me, Blondeau," said Reiko, at the head of the council table. His elbows

were resting on the table to prop his head up, like he was at some boring lecture during a

morning quarter class. "We've all had those days."

"I am *Professor* Blondeau, President Mengyou. This is a formal meeting, not a

goddamn play date, please treat it as such." She had raised her voice too high, and frankly, she

didn't care.

"Alright alright, nobody needs to get feisty," he said, enunciating his drawl.

Alyssa sighed. *Breath, and focus. There is no time for any stupid fuck-ups.* "I didn't

mean to come off as apprehensive or angry. I'm under a lot of pressure at the moment."

Reiko chuckled, and gave a tired, mocking smirk. "Implying that you're not always

angry?"

A flash of hot, white fire shot through her blood. Every muscle in Alyssa's body tensed,

as her mind struggled to regain it's footing. A balance changed in the room, but whatever it was,

she couldn't perceive it. *What right does he have, mocking me while daydreaming about

breakfast and sleep?* Her joints felt vibrant, while her body stood eerily still. A snap jolted

through her arm as pen broke in her hand, and she felt as if it happened in a separate room. She

opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She closed it, and tried again. "You-"

Kylma put a large hand on Reiko's shoulder, making a loud clapping noise. In her anger,

Alyssa hadn't seen Kylma move from his seat on the wall. He smiled at Reiko, looking down

upon him from his great height. "The last thing we all need is you starting shit with the only hand

of stability in this room. You should know better. Let Ms. Blondeau speak." Kylma squeezed

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Reiko's shoulder again, hard enough to make him wince. Reiko shrunk down into himself,

showing vulnerability behind the confidence he carried like a shield.

"I- I apologise. Please, continue," Reiko said, never looking up from the floor.

"Thank you, President Mengyou." Alyssa moved to gesture toward the entire room, as

Kylma took his hand off a now trembling Reiko. "As you all most likely noticed, our schedules

have gone a bit skewed in these past few days. That's my fault for not keeping the appearance of

normality. I assure you, it won't happen again." She took a breath. *Here comes the hard part.*

"Due to the near entire Senior Council being absent from their positions at this time, you are all

my new temporary executive board. As such, you will all be provided with the powers and

responsibilities which come with that title." Alyssa made a quick gesture on her wrist, and sent a

data package to every person in the room. "I just sent all of you a copy of an archive recording

the events of the last seventy hours. In a perfect world, I would have time to debrief every one of

you. Unfortunately, we don't have the luxury of time. Read every file in this archive by this point

tomorrow. If you do not comply with these orders, I will partake full disciplinary action against

any one of you, and consider possible expulsion from this committee. Are we clear?"

Looking up, the expressions on the faces around the table were a mix of raw shock and

confusion. One of the boys, Jair, she thought his name was, stared at her slack-jawed. Kylma

seemed to be vaguely amused at their peril.

"I said, are we fucking clear?" she spoke, enunciating each individual word. Slowly,

Reiko began to nod his head. That was enough for her. "Good, I'll see you all in 30 hours. Get

some rest tonight, you'll need it."

Alyssa turned, and pushed open the door leading out into the common area. She didn't

look back. Walking down the brick paths toward the car park, Kylma appeared by her side.

"You really unleashed the lion on those kids, huh?" he said.

"Better they be scared of me and cooperative, than friendly toward me and lethargic." She

poked Kylma's forearm. "Like a certain someone I know."

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He put on a vaguely offended expression. "Me? Lethargic? Since when did you sit down

and pour through thousands of external scope readings. I haven't slept more than an hour since

all this shit started to go down."

"Yes, you've been my lord and savior, I couldn't have done any of this without you, blah,

blah, blah. I am forever indebted to your spreadsheet navigational skills. Come by the Primary

Campus later today and I'll give you a fucking stamp."

Kylma heartily laughed. "Sounds like a deal."

They stepped out from under the elevated pathway, separating campus from public space.

Alyssa opened the door of her personal cart, and as if he were invited, Kylma slid into the

passenger seat. When she looked up at him from inside the car, his demeanor had changed, the

smile lines around his mouth disappearing. Alyssa closed her door, and started the cart.

"Regarding the radiation," he said, "I have some theories."

"Great. I'd love to hear each and every one of your mystic theoretical fantasies. First,

though, I need you to listen to something. Turns out, I have been going through thousands of

documents as well." Alyssa gestured on her wrist, and the speakers of the cart crackled to life.

The screen in the centre of the cart's console flickered on, displaying a boot up symbol. "This

recording is of Richard Jotsmoth. I'm sure you know of him."

"The old, dead scientist guy who worked for the old, dead government people?" His

voice turned to a childish inflection.

"A primary student could have done a better job explaining him, but yes. Doctor

Jotsmoth was head scientist of the Jiahvian Empirical Scientific Agency. I was going through

some of his files before, I assumed he would have some data on occurrences like this. Turns out,

I was right." Alyssa tapped a glowing circle on the screen, and a man appeared. His face

appeared to be in mid-sentence, mouth agape, eyes fixated directly on the camera. The exterior

of the console glowed blue, signaling incoming playback. It began.

"-and out of our borders. The energy input needed to power every system is, needless to

say, immense. Never in the history of humanity have we attempted to capture so much energy at

once. Thankfully, with the artifacts, we have been able to harness an immense source of power.

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The underground structure we discovered, which I have dubbed 'The Constructor', seems to have

a mechanism which creates, among other things, large sums of antimatter." The man gestured to

the table he sat in front of. "Now, for example, if I combined every particle of antimatter

humanity has ever created and put it on this table, it would make a vaguely disconcerting pop,

and a small burn mark on the aluminium. The Constructor can create that amount of matter

nineteen times a second. Running it for a full 30 hour day cycle, we could create enough energy

to power every city on this planet for years." The expression on the man's face shifted from

optimistic excitement, to something more sinister. "There is, unfortunately, an issue. Radiation.

Whatever, or whoever, made this technology didn't care too much about being irradiated. If I left

this equipment running while standing just a kilometer away from it, I'd be the equivalent of

molecular swiss cheese in under a minute. The amount of gamma radiation emitted from the

process is staggering, to say the least. We won't be able to have it functioning safely without

heavy shielding erected around the entire complex- shielding which could possibly break, and

subject millions of people to lethal radiation dosage. Needless to say, I'm not enthusiastic about

the prospect." The man leaned forward, as if telling a secret only she could hear. "The executive

council might have other opinions regarding this. I believe that history will be on my side,

regardless of the actions my superiors place upon me. Jotsmoth, signing out." The screen went

black, signaling the end of playback.

"Well, shit," said Kylma.

"I know the feeling," Alyssa responded.

"So, what this doctor guy is trying to tell me, is that some sort of antimatter maker has

fired up on the surface, despite the fact that we have never seen it before, at the same time we

lose an entire crew? Because if that's what you're trying to tell me, I don't think I like it very

much."

"Not exactly. The radiation profiles don't match the data that Doctor Jotsmoth took, but I

can't shake that feeling that these events are linked. What even does this?"

"Ancient extraterrestrial antimatter makers, I reckon."

"No shit, Detective Armoton. Next to none of your theories holds up with these new

recordings, I’m sure."

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"Honestly, I think they might help my point."

What kind of absurd idea would he have formulated to stand up to evidence as damning

as this? she thought. "And what would this so called ‘evidence’ be?"

"If they were performing the tasks listed on their itinerary, than I think we have a case to

make." Kylma swiped on his wrist, pulling up a document. "This instruction, ‘Categorize any

valuable artifacts’, might be our smoking gun. They may have wandered into this antimatter

machine, accidentally started it somehow, and shot all of their electronics after doing so.

Gammas like what we’re seeing now and in Jotsmoth’s recording just murder electronics, and on

that point-” He stalled for a moment, and looked off into space. “Their users, too."

A shock sent up Alyssa's back, blooming into her chest. She felt as if she couldn't breath,

and suddenly, the cart cab felt much smaller. She pressed her fingers against her temples, as if

willing the fear away. “You don’t mean to tell me that you think my entire goddamn Senior class

is dead on the surface of Jiah, melting in some fucking alien energy creator, do you?”

"It was always in the back of my mind. All electronics going dark? Not even a subtle

trace of the Pioneer on the planetary surface? Total destruction is the last thing I want to

consider, but we have to keep it in the cards. You know that." Kylma was now staring at her with

an iron gaze. You had to know the man to see the dependability in those eyes. He had no mercy

toward those which interfered in his ideals, but took no compromises with them either. It was a

good combination, one that solved a whole lot of stubborn problems, if you were on his side.

"Yes. Yes, I do understand, but please allow me not to think about the fucking possibility

of nearly a dozen students I've raised from birth being killed at the hands of something I cannot

halt. I'd appreciate it."

"I think I can do that."

"Great. Now get the fuck out of here, and help me fix our issues."

“I think I can do that, too.”

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Document 20: Early Draft of Alpha Chapter 4

Created on December 11th, 2019. Last Modified on December 11th, 2019.

Note: This is a rough draft of Chapter 4 that was sitting in an odd spot in my Google Drive. It

has some major and minor changes throughout.

"So, when the Carthaginian Navy was met with a small Roman force on their own territory,

what would you think occured?" Alyssa asked the class. She taught the primary students every

other cycle in which they had classes, taking place of the regular Instructors. It was important to

have real human interaction with the kids on a regular basis, even if the autonomous Instructors

probably did a better job of it than she did. Not to mention, it kept her sane.

Hudson raised his hand from the front of the class, for the umpteenth time. "How about

someone who hasn't answered almost every single question this lesson." Alyssa said. The class

erupted with giggles. She waited a few seconds, and no more hands were raised.

z1 *So, we've come to this,* she thought. Scanning the room, none of the students stood out as

particularly troubled, except for Elsa. The girl was in the back of the class, with red, curly hair

draped over her face. She often held herself that that, seemingly to hide herself from her peers.

"Elsa, what do you think? Don't worry about getting an answer wrong, this is all just practice."

She didn't move a muscle. "Come on honey, don't be shy," Alyssa said. In an instant, Elsa shot

up from her chair, as if she were standing at attention in boot camp. Her hair flew wildly,

exposing her blue eyes, and a sharp and concentrated expression. If her goal was to avoid the

attention of the classroom, she hadn't done a very good job at it. Elsa paused for a few awkward

breaths.

"They fought," she whispered.

"Yes! Good thinking, you've got that part down perfectly. Now think, how would they have

gone about the fight? Try and reach back to what we've learned about the battles and other

conflicts the Romans have fought in so far." Elsa was so kind as to greet her inquiry with the

sweet sound of silence.

Alyssa picked up the chalk from the lip on the bottom of the lowest board, and climbed a

small ladder to reach her highest marks. She underlined a portion of her notations on the right-

hand board. "The Romans, they had a brand new navy. Not just ships, but the force as a whole.

For all of their nation's existance up until this point, the Romans fought opponents from the land,

on the land. They had very little experience in battles on the water." She kicked off the wall,

moving the the ladder on its rails to the left, and circled another portion of notations on an

adjacent board. "The Carthaginians were born from the Mediterranean Sea, separating the

continents of Africa, and Europe. Because of their position on the sea, the Carthaginian Navy

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was one of the best of its class in the known world. Their empire and culture were based on the

entire ideal of shipping across those waters. Who in their right mind would pick a fight with

them?"

"The Romans?" Elsa asked, after a short pause.

Alyssa let out a hearty laugh. "That's assuming the Romans were in their right mind, my dear."

She thought she saw the beginnings of a grin through that red hair.

"So, Elsa, if you were a Roman General with all your tactics used to fight on the land, how

would you go about fighting on the sea?" Elsa paused, as still as a marble statue. She seemed to

be deep in a thought.

"I... I would fight them on the land. The Romans would lose in the water, they couldn't beat

the better Carthage Navy. But, they also couldn't go on the land, because the Carthage fighters

wouldn't go there."

"Right."

"So, the Romans have to bring the land into the water, maybe? If the Romans could turn an

ocean battle into a land battle, maybe they could win."

Alyssa clasped her hands together across her chest. "That is *exactly* right!"

Elsa's hair had pushed aside, her bright blue eyes shining as if they glowed. Her smile was

beaming unlike anything Alyssa had seen in the girl. *Now I remember why I take the time out

of my cycle to do this.*

"Just like you said, the Romans realized they had the advantage on the land, and not on the

sea. To counteract this disadvantage, the Romans maneuvered their ships right up to the

Carthaginian enemy, and lowered a bridge onto their ships called a corvus. The warriors aboard

the Roman ships boarded the Carthaginian ships, and they could easily capture each instead of

sinking them by getting rid of the enemies inside. Does anyone know why this is particularly

important?" Elsa, sitting down again, raised her hand. "Yes, Elsa?" She squirmed in her seat,

seemingly still nervous to speak.

"Well, the Romans didn't have a good way to win, so, maybe they changed the rules of

fighting so they could." By God, Elsa was strikingly intelligent for her age. *Looks like you're

doing your job pretty alright, old lady.*

"More or less, you're right on the dot. The Carthaginians had the clear advantage in the battle,

and instead of playing by the rules of naval warfare, the Romans used tactics the Carthaginians

hadn't seen anywhere before. Essentially, the Romans changed the game, so they could turn the

conditions for a loss into a win. That's the underlying lesson here. Got it?" A cacophony of assent

filled the classroom.

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Alyssa glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was only 5 minutes until the end of the period.

"Alright, it's close to the chime. Get out of my classroom before I give you all extra work.

Scram!" The students jumped up from their chairs and rushed out of the room, falling into

conversation with their individual groups of friends. All the students, excluding Elsa.

"Thank you, for... you know," she said.

"Anytime honey, It's what I'm here for. Now move along, you'll be late for club." Through the

mask of hair, her smile was unmistakeable. "You've got five seconds before I find a new

assignment to give you!" Alyssa shouted, with a sarcastic grin. Elsa quickly grabbed her things,

giggling uncontrollably as she did, and ran out the door.

Alyssa pulled down each board on their gimbal, erasing the chalk text with an overused block

of fabric. The white particles drifted in the air, reflecting in the light, making their way toward

the air processing intake. She sat down in a leather swivel chair behind a large, wooden desk, and

released the tension in her upper body. "God, I need to work on my posture," she said aloud.

Tapping the screen of her wrist terminal, Alyssa spooled through her call list until she found

Kylma. When she confirmed the call, he answered immediately, as if he had been waiting for

her.

"Hey, Ally. What's the news?" he said, muffled by the static interference from the metal

layering of the sanctum. She thought Kylma sounded a bit out of breath.

"That's what I called to ask *you*. Are the gamma radiation levels down planetside still up the

ass?"

"Hold on a minute." From the audio feeding into the call, Kylma seemed to be tearing apart

the room he was in. "Looks like it. We're seeing an average of a one thousand percent uptick in

gamma particles compared to the normal surface levels we have on record."

"I have no idea what the fuck that implies. Is anyone going to die as a result?"

"Apart from a noticeable increase in cancer rate for people in the effected areas, I'm not sure it

will be much of a problem for us. Anyone on the surface is gonna be sucking on tumors come a

decade from now though, if this keeps up."

"Good to hear that we're not dying as I speak. I'm going to spend the rest of my cycle in the

Core Library, if anyone need me, you'll find me there."

"Got it. I'll see you around," he said. Alyssa's wrist beeped the sound of a closed connection.

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The wooden joints of the chair creaked as she rose, barely hanging on to life after ages of

neglect in that classroom. Dusk had begun in the sanctum, as the light coming through the upper

windows glowed an orange hue. As Alyssa strode out of the classroom, the ancient wooden

floorboards sung a familiar tune of wear, surviving the weathering of countless generations'

footsteps. The main passageway's arced glass ceilings streamed in the colors of the dimming

central light rod in the sky. It still changed with the daylight cycle on Jiah, even though almost

everyone on the Valor had never seen a sunset. The hinges of the large, wooden door to the

primary academy cried out as she opened them, and Alyssa stepped into the breeze outside.

Walking along the wide paths of the sanctum, she could see the children playing in the trees

surrounding the academy. On Jiah, she would have ushered the children down from the top

branches to prevent them from falling to their death. In the sanctum's light gravity, the most of

their worries from a fall would be a bruise the next morning. To her right, a group of primary and

secondary students were having football scrimmage out in an open field. As one of the players

spiked the ball a tad too hard, the entire team watched it fly up, past the dimming light rod, and

onto the roof of a facility above them. One of the children offered to go get the ball, mounted a

bicycle, and pedaled strenuously down the path.

The Core Library was by far the biggest building on the entire vessel, stretching 11 floors

upward, and 40-some more downward into the decking. The library stood out amongst the

buildings of the sanctum, not just because of its size, but its appearance. Polygons of all shapes

made up the outer structure, giving it the appearance of a partially rendered object in a

simulation. Colored almost completely black, the building seemingly absorbed every beam of

light which intersected with its walls. To compensate, a slight purple glow radiated from every

surface, like some sort of passive radiation.

Alyssa walked up the flight of stairs leading to the main entrance, and grunted as she pushed

aside one of the many huge doors leading inside. *I am going to have a word with whoever

decided to make every goddamn doorway on this vessel a full body workout to pass through.*

Inside, the appearance of the structure was much more human. The main hall of the library

stretched to a domed ceiling, where an intricate chandelier clad with gemstones hung. Its bulbs

shined a yellow light upon the space, giving the reflective stone floor a golden hue. Along all the

edges of the hall, each of the stories could be gazed into. Past the intricate railings, books lined

rows shelves layered across each floor, stretching on for what seemed like forever. Walking

toward the lift, her footsteps rang across the space with a resounding echo.

The steel doors of the lift opened seamlessly, splitting at the centre and falling into the walls.

The cylindrical elevator car was lined with bronze plating, engraved with a hilly landscape and

accentuated rays of light splaying from a pinpoint sun. On the car's interactive panel, Alyssa

pressed her hand against a glass pane. It scanned every crease and scar which she had

accumulated over her years, and confirmed her identity with a satisfactory ting. She pressed a

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sleek button embedded next to the numerals "IX", and a gold color illuminated around its border.

The car whirred, gliding along the rails which lead it toward her destination.

The car chimed, and Alyssa stepped outside into a labyrinth of literature. She was home. It

was going to be a long trek to access the specific material she needed to find. It would have been

vastly easier to just call a drone to retrieve it for her, but that defeated the entire experience of

this building. Being lost in the shelves, engrossed in whatever book you happened to find by pure

chance, it was blissful for someone like her.

Alyssa kicked the magnet breaks off a cart by the wall, and pushed it into the corridor. One of

the front wheels was making an odd squeaking noise. Yet another small inconsistency to fix, that

would almost certainly never be straightened out. Alyssa tapped on her wrist, and her system was

already connected to the library's network. With a few brisk gestures, the screen on her wrist

displayed a three dimensional map of the current floor. She tapped in a brief keyword, and the

network began to trace locations through the appendages of the library. A voice rang out from

the device. *Please turn onto aisle D9, and continue for 595 meters. Then, take a right onto