CyberRogue

We don’t know who started it, or how it hap­pened, sim­ply that it did. Some say it was a bio-warfare exper­i­ment gone wrong, oth­ers that the space colonies tried to cleanse the Earth. Either way, the human race will never be the same again.

Even the few unaf­fected by the plague had to change in some ways. No longer were there bil­lions of peo­ple going about their day to day busi­ness, just the remain­der fight­ing for sur­vival. For most, the end came swiftly, mer­ci­fully, dying within days. Oth­ers became like zom­bies from ancient hor­ror movies, a strange form of lep­rosy caus­ing their bod­ies to rot while they lived and giv­ing them cause to scream and moan in agony, the only respite for them being the con­sump­tion of human flesh.

Then came the ships; thou­sands of them land­ing at the air­ports, in the plains and deserts, wher­ever there was flat land, dis­gorg­ing their car­goes of bio-suited men. Although they appeared to tend the dying and bury the dead, we could see there was more to it than that. They came from the colonies, tall and strong from reduced grav­ity and weight train­ing, but that wasn’t enough; some of them suc­cumbed to the plague many thought they had spread when their suits were punc­tured or torn. They were still human after all.

The years came and went. They brought mechan­i­cal builders, cre­ated the domed cities and arcolo­gies and helped us with their advanced tech­nol­ogy. It was as if we were learn­ing to walk again after a ter­ri­ble acci­dent, but this acci­dent affected everyone.

There are few who go into the waste­lands; fewer still who return. There are a few towns and vil­lages out­side the pro­tected areas, where the plague still hangs in the air, and a few peo­ple still live there; the immune, the ghouls, and those who seek their for­tune. The tech­nol­ogy is there to help us sur­vive out there, no longer slaves to the cool clean air of the domes.

It’s time to take back our world.