Crocs_is_Dead

The world was never the same after that day.

Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about.

Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe.

Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction.

The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. 

They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. 

They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival.

Until the Great Calamities appeared. 

In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts.

One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. 

Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. 

Why?

For what reason were they punished so? 

Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place.

He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. 

“It can only be me.”

He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories.

He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. 

And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. 

That was his sacred duty as its final survivor.

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Transcendent Gene

Gio complained about it both internally and externally, but he never looked down on the job. He knew as well as anyone else how necessary it was for people to do these things.

If it weren't for people like Garrison whose jobs never entered the public eye, the ground teams causing a difference in the world would be living like they were homeless.

His complaints were more along the lines of, "Why do I have to do this when my goal is to be on the battlefield?"

Still, he faithfully did as he was told.

He convinced himself that there was a reason behind Raymond's choices and kept his head down.

To say he learned nothing was a lie.

He knew how zephyrs were refueled since he had seen the blueprints several times, but he never knew how difficult the process was.

The ship had the capacity to hold tens of thousands of gallons of fuel. It was made to stay in the air almost in perpetuity, so it needed at least that much energy.

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