||[Nov. 17th, 2005|08:49 pm]
The cycle of time churns slowly, but as the universe must have a beginning, so too must it have an ending before the cycle can begin anew. Now, that ending approaches. The forces of creation have been stifled, replaced throughout the universe by the cold, soulless products of life’s endeavors, the Machines. The artifice of the living cannot maintain the universe though, and existence as all know it is coming to a close. All living things, across the stars, are slowly coming to realize that the curtain must fall.
In the cold void of space, a tiny cargo ship floats across the infinite expanse, blinking and unblinking eyes stare back at each other as the ever-seeing eyes of the Machines watch over the cargo, and the few shivering life forms making the long journey to a small planet around a dying sun. The atmosphere of this once thriving planet is all but destroyed, what wind there’s left more often than not a mix of highly toxic fumes, the acid rain enough to easily melt through bone. But despite it all, the human inhabitants live on. Now under the control of the very things they created long ago, they huddle inside 30 Machine built, maintained and monitored domes, some spanning over a thousand miles.
Dome 9 was just one of those Domes.
(To be finished later on...)