It was too late. It was too late to save anyone. It had been years since they had come to this planet, since the molecules in the air had bound with their human genetic code and changed them… changed them into something different. It was true, they had escaped the explosion of Earth—unrightfully, since it was the human kind that destroyed it—regardless, they had escaped. Escaped to this… wasteland… this planet. With nothing left to lose, the remaining mutated humans had resorted to pillaging, thievery and simple destruction of anything, or anyone, they could find.
Over the last few years, Jorine had been tirelessly at work in her lab. Today was no exception. Quietly, the icy blue haired young woman scribbled in her tattered journal. The leather binding having long given away to the constant opening and shutting, folded limply in her hands as she scribble with the charcoal. Jorine drew endlessly, chemical compounds that could have caused all of this, caused everyone’s mutations. All they knew was that the sparkling yellow they could see in the sky, what they were forced to breathe, was the source of their alteration. Some people received what humans on Earth would call ‘magic’ abilities; manipulation over the elements, telekinesis, telepathy and so on. Others were not so lucky. They had degenerated into barbaric multi-limbed or eyed creatures, only coherent enough to know they still had need for sustenance. This kind, the sentient had come to call Oolog, were feared and hunted; they were no better than vermin or cow.
This world had tumbled into anarchy. And Jorine was to find the cure.
Inspiration Series: Urth
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