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It's the 27th of August, 2024.
Internet bloggers and Conspiracy theoriests alike finally agree:
The age of the Corporations has begun.
While the presidents economic stability charter ever expands their rights,
corporate employment of the populance is at an all time high.
And unemployment of those against the system is on a steady rise...
Today, three unlikely allies meet. An ex-scientist of the Rivers corporation, a young Journalist and a tech-fantatic,
They all find themselves in a small, privately rented flat, invited here by an anonymous.. friend, promising dark secrets...
You are in the living room of a small, well furnished appartment. To the right there are doors leading to a small corridor, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Large, sof tsofas and a duo of moderatly expensive replica tables line the room, the observant quickly noticing that all of the seating options in the room aim towards a large flatscreen The furnishing is minimalistic, with the exeption of some rolls of tinfoil, placed upon the table.
As soon as all three of you have gathered here, looking at one another, perhaps even introducing each other, the flat-screen Tv turns on, showing some random evening news.
"...meanwhile, stock prizes continue to rise as we near the presidential race. 7 of the 9 candidates of both parties combined vow to continue this economic increase by cutting.. "
She reached out for a drink having a deep sip with a soft 'ahhhn, the lable obscuring most of her face.
".. taxes to improve productivity.."
Suddenly, the screen flickered once more, the small cctv camer above it humming, taking you all in, the screen flickering, revealing a blonde girl, with a neutral backround.. she was kind of pretty, if not, perhaps, for the silver-foil hat she was wearing.
"Hello Angels. Heh.. I did it like the Movie...
I'm Dee. Only.. three of you came? Well.. that just means you are the err.. best candidates. Yes. Please, use the tinfoil to protect your thoughts. ... Wait, wait! Don't run out. Listen. I'm not crazy. I just don't want them worming into my head..
I guess I'd be cautious about a stranger talking to me like this too alright I'll earn your trust uh.. Project Lazarus."
"Listen.." Dee shakes you out of your thoughts. "What I'm about to ask of you is breaking and entering. It might even be more dangerous.. if I am right and you get caught. If you want to leave, it may be safer to do so now, before you learn enough to become a .. target for permanent employment. Yes, I said it. We're talking really shady stuff, human experiments.." she scoffed.
Internet bloggers and Conspiracy theoriests alike finally agree:
The age of the Corporations has begun.
While the presidents economic stability charter ever expands their rights,
corporate employment of the populance is at an all time high.
And unemployment of those against the system is on a steady rise...
Today, three unlikely allies meet. An ex-scientist of the Rivers corporation, a young Journalist and a tech-fantatic,
They all find themselves in a small, privately rented flat, invited here by an anonymous.. friend, promising dark secrets...
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You are in the living room of a small, well furnished appartment. To the right there are doors leading to a small corridor, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Large, sof tsofas and a duo of moderatly expensive replica tables line the room, the observant quickly noticing that all of the seating options in the room aim towards a large flatscreen The furnishing is minimalistic, with the exeption of some rolls of tinfoil, placed upon the table.
As soon as all three of you have gathered here, looking at one another, perhaps even introducing each other, the flat-screen Tv turns on, showing some random evening news.
"...meanwhile, stock prizes continue to rise as we near the presidential race. 7 of the 9 candidates of both parties combined vow to continue this economic increase by cutting.. "
She reached out for a drink having a deep sip with a soft 'ahhhn, the lable obscuring most of her face.
".. taxes to improve productivity.."
Suddenly, the screen flickered once more, the small cctv camer above it humming, taking you all in, the screen flickering, revealing a blonde girl, with a neutral backround.. she was kind of pretty, if not, perhaps, for the silver-foil hat she was wearing.
"Hello Angels. Heh.. I did it like the Movie...
I'm Dee. Only.. three of you came? Well.. that just means you are the err.. best candidates. Yes. Please, use the tinfoil to protect your thoughts. ... Wait, wait! Don't run out. Listen. I'm not crazy. I just don't want them worming into my head..
I guess I'd be cautious about a stranger talking to me like this too alright I'll earn your trust uh.. Project Lazarus."
Project Lazarus was the codename of the project you'd been kicked from, the concept of improving the human genome to create something far greater.. No outsider is supposed to have knowledge about it. Even if this Dee is crazy one has to wonder how she got a hold of this information..
Sam has no idea what this Dee is talking about. She's kinda cute though!
You remember reading about a Project Lazarus on an obscure forum. Whistleblower29 had claimed it was a secret project, designing inhumanely powerful supersoldiers to take over the world.
Whistleblower29 did however also regularly complain about Stephen King having a machine to drain the ideas for great horror stories out of his mind.
Whistleblower29 did however also regularly complain about Stephen King having a machine to drain the ideas for great horror stories out of his mind.
"Listen.." Dee shakes you out of your thoughts. "What I'm about to ask of you is breaking and entering. It might even be more dangerous.. if I am right and you get caught. If you want to leave, it may be safer to do so now, before you learn enough to become a .. target for permanent employment. Yes, I said it. We're talking really shady stuff, human experiments.." she scoffed.
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