Post by Jet Marciano on Oct 7, 2013 20:03:08 GMT -8
Blurred vision. Opening his eyes for the first time in eighteen years, the piercing bright lights blinded him. The sounds of sirens. The jolt of sound vibrations hitting against his spine, they were loud and commanding. Burned metal. The smell of a smoky fire from nearby began to alert him. Cold. The rush of chilly air from within the chamber made him jittery. He turned and peered into the glass, rubbing his right hand to remove the steam from the glass, a dark room was on the outside. Pushing the glass outward, he hopped out of his freezer, the bed he called home for most of his life.
He looked around the dark room, it seemed, as he was the only person in this particular room. He then began to remember one his last thoughts before he was laid in rest in a dark sleep, the fear of the unknown, a row children his age marched in one line, as if they were some in sort of internment camp, none of the other children knew what exactly was going on, some were crying others were left without a thought. A rather tall man in a gas mask walked up to him, he asked a rather revealing question: “Are you ready to save humanity?”
The sirens broke him out from his flashback. No longer in the unknown, he now knows. Fear no longer wrapped his body for security, he is The Security.
I am Jet Marciano, the Security Head of the Hyperion, he said in his mind.
Walking in front of the door, he heard hurried steps and frantic shouting. "EOS, open door". The door opened. He marched out, seeing others in the hallways, conversations in confusion. He went up to them and talked, telling them what to do and reassuring them that everything will be alright, thinking that they reached their charted destination. Then and there his life began, though the planet was his new unknown.
He looked around the dark room, it seemed, as he was the only person in this particular room. He then began to remember one his last thoughts before he was laid in rest in a dark sleep, the fear of the unknown, a row children his age marched in one line, as if they were some in sort of internment camp, none of the other children knew what exactly was going on, some were crying others were left without a thought. A rather tall man in a gas mask walked up to him, he asked a rather revealing question: “Are you ready to save humanity?”
The sirens broke him out from his flashback. No longer in the unknown, he now knows. Fear no longer wrapped his body for security, he is The Security.
I am Jet Marciano, the Security Head of the Hyperion, he said in his mind.
Walking in front of the door, he heard hurried steps and frantic shouting. "EOS, open door". The door opened. He marched out, seeing others in the hallways, conversations in confusion. He went up to them and talked, telling them what to do and reassuring them that everything will be alright, thinking that they reached their charted destination. Then and there his life began, though the planet was his new unknown.
