"You just can't quarantine half of the population of the planet Earth. The new generations are Earthlings. The humans weren't always Earthlings. And hybrids are both human and Migrarian. Some don't even have the gene! Some look totally human! How can you make a distinction?"
"Apparently, the gene can."
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Aside: The Breakthrough
Chained to their workstations in fear they'll be the next discovered to be afflicted, some of the world's most brilliant Migrarian scientists race to develop a vaccine and a cure.
Chapter 1: Concepts
Characters Needing Description:
John
Kate
Max
Yadi
Places Needing Description:
John's Basement
John's House
John's Neighborhood
Questions
What is the difference between humans and migrarians?
What is the gene called?
John
Kate
Max
Yadi
Places Needing Description:
John's Basement
John's House
John's Neighborhood
Questions
What is the difference between humans and migrarians?
What is the gene called?
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Sorrows
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"John, I can't stop crying. How much longer?" Kate said, as she cradled four month old Max in her arms. John, taking a final look behind him, closed the metal basement door and locked the deadbolt. "Only 11 hours," he said, "and then he can eat. I brought milk." Kate looked down at Max's body as he thrashed and wailed. "It's been 37 hours since he's eaten or slept. He just cries and it makes me cry because I can't do anything to help him. His stare is so blank. He's not even in there. And I can't do anything. "Kate began crying again. "I can't do anything!" she said. John put his arm around Kate and comforted her. "He won't die from this. You know you're lucky he's still just a baby Kate. If he was old enough to hurt you he would be trying to kill you right now. Imagine all the parents that have had to hurt their children or be hurt by their children. You're blessed Kate. When they find the cure, you will still have each other." Kate looked at John hopelessly. "If I make it." she said to John. John replied confidently, "You will. He will. We will."
Just as John spoke, there was a loud smashing at the door. They found them. Thankfully the gene didn't give the Migrarians super strength. After all, they were humanoids like too; sort of. John pulled Kate closer and she lay her head on his lap. "See, I wasn't so crazy when I built this bomb shelter. They can't get through the lead walls and steel frames." said John, I love you little sister." Kate, feeling secure, closed her eyes and fell asleep holding Max as he cried.
Kate awoke to silence. "I overslept?" she asked. John replied, "Max just settled down. Poor kid. He just drank a bottle and he's asleep now." Kate looked down at Max. He looked human in every way. But he was not. He was half Migrarian. She never regretted that until now. But she didn't regret it for her sake. She worried for Max. He inherited the gene from his father, Yadi. Most hybrid children have some Migrarian features. But not Max. He was one of the 20% of hybrid children that looked entirely human, like his father. Until of course, the gene activated. Then he didn't look human at all. There was nothing human about losing all trace of compassion. But Max was her son. She couldn't stop loving him no matter what. And her only fear beyond her trouble managing his affliction, was her fear that one day she will die by his hands.
"They don't reactivate randomly. I heard it on the radio." John said to Kate. "Listen, they're replaying the broadcast over and over." John turned on the radio. Kate listens as the radio announcer explains, "The gene, which was one thought to activate randomly, seems to be activated in a pattern. In the same way that we can now estimate how long the afflicted will kill, we now can estimate how often they will kill. It appears the gene is activated for 48 hours every 40 days and affects roughly 1 in 12 earthlings with the gene in no more than a 2 mile radius. We've also discovered that there is a 1000 mile distance between hots pots. The hot spots are growing, but slowly. The only thing that can trigger the gene outside of this activation is eye contact between someone afflicted and someone who is not."
Kate felt relieved. She had 40 days to nurse Max back to health before the gene activated again. Still, deep in her heart she knew that scientists were theorizing. Anything could change at any moment. All she hoped for was that the change would come in the form of a cure that would disable the gene forever. When she looked into Max's face, he showed both relief and distress. "It must be like having a nightmare," she thought, "He doesn't know what he's doing." Kate snuggled up next to Max as John went to open the basement door. "You know you can come up now," he said, "Everyone is gone." She looked up. The morning light shone through the door putting a halo around John. For a moment she pictured John like an Angel, a Godsend. Every time she saw him her faith was restores. "I know," she said, "But I don't want to disturb him." John walked away smiling and leaving the door open.
The light cast down into the basement where Kate lay on the floor with little max wrapped in grey emergency blankets. The sound of ambulance sirens fill the air. John takes the backdoor into the house and exits to the front porch. Firetrucks hose blood down the sewers, cleaning the streets. Several body parts are found and a young Migrarian man fights with police as he tries to explain he doesn't have the gene. John overhears a car stereo radio broadcaster reporting the next affliction hot spot. It's in San Francisco. He walks back into the house, grabs his coat and keys and heads out the door saying, "Time to stock up on bullets."
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"John, I can't stop crying. How much longer?" Kate said, as she cradled four month old Max in her arms. John, taking a final look behind him, closed the metal basement door and locked the deadbolt. "Only 11 hours," he said, "and then he can eat. I brought milk." Kate looked down at Max's body as he thrashed and wailed. "It's been 37 hours since he's eaten or slept. He just cries and it makes me cry because I can't do anything to help him. His stare is so blank. He's not even in there. And I can't do anything. "Kate began crying again. "I can't do anything!" she said. John put his arm around Kate and comforted her. "He won't die from this. You know you're lucky he's still just a baby Kate. If he was old enough to hurt you he would be trying to kill you right now. Imagine all the parents that have had to hurt their children or be hurt by their children. You're blessed Kate. When they find the cure, you will still have each other." Kate looked at John hopelessly. "If I make it." she said to John. John replied confidently, "You will. He will. We will."
Just as John spoke, there was a loud smashing at the door. They found them. Thankfully the gene didn't give the Migrarians super strength. After all, they were humanoids like too; sort of. John pulled Kate closer and she lay her head on his lap. "See, I wasn't so crazy when I built this bomb shelter. They can't get through the lead walls and steel frames." said John, I love you little sister." Kate, feeling secure, closed her eyes and fell asleep holding Max as he cried.
Kate awoke to silence. "I overslept?" she asked. John replied, "Max just settled down. Poor kid. He just drank a bottle and he's asleep now." Kate looked down at Max. He looked human in every way. But he was not. He was half Migrarian. She never regretted that until now. But she didn't regret it for her sake. She worried for Max. He inherited the gene from his father, Yadi. Most hybrid children have some Migrarian features. But not Max. He was one of the 20% of hybrid children that looked entirely human, like his father. Until of course, the gene activated. Then he didn't look human at all. There was nothing human about losing all trace of compassion. But Max was her son. She couldn't stop loving him no matter what. And her only fear beyond her trouble managing his affliction, was her fear that one day she will die by his hands.
"They don't reactivate randomly. I heard it on the radio." John said to Kate. "Listen, they're replaying the broadcast over and over." John turned on the radio. Kate listens as the radio announcer explains, "The gene, which was one thought to activate randomly, seems to be activated in a pattern. In the same way that we can now estimate how long the afflicted will kill, we now can estimate how often they will kill. It appears the gene is activated for 48 hours every 40 days and affects roughly 1 in 12 earthlings with the gene in no more than a 2 mile radius. We've also discovered that there is a 1000 mile distance between hots pots. The hot spots are growing, but slowly. The only thing that can trigger the gene outside of this activation is eye contact between someone afflicted and someone who is not."
Kate felt relieved. She had 40 days to nurse Max back to health before the gene activated again. Still, deep in her heart she knew that scientists were theorizing. Anything could change at any moment. All she hoped for was that the change would come in the form of a cure that would disable the gene forever. When she looked into Max's face, he showed both relief and distress. "It must be like having a nightmare," she thought, "He doesn't know what he's doing." Kate snuggled up next to Max as John went to open the basement door. "You know you can come up now," he said, "Everyone is gone." She looked up. The morning light shone through the door putting a halo around John. For a moment she pictured John like an Angel, a Godsend. Every time she saw him her faith was restores. "I know," she said, "But I don't want to disturb him." John walked away smiling and leaving the door open.
The light cast down into the basement where Kate lay on the floor with little max wrapped in grey emergency blankets. The sound of ambulance sirens fill the air. John takes the backdoor into the house and exits to the front porch. Firetrucks hose blood down the sewers, cleaning the streets. Several body parts are found and a young Migrarian man fights with police as he tries to explain he doesn't have the gene. John overhears a car stereo radio broadcaster reporting the next affliction hot spot. It's in San Francisco. He walks back into the house, grabs his coat and keys and heads out the door saying, "Time to stock up on bullets."
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End Theory
It's been Twenty-Five years since science has discovered non-terrestrial DNA on Earth. In search for answers, probes were sent out to dozens of possible Earth-like planets looking for life. A match was found on planet Migrare-1. As scientists try to make sense of the evidence, an alien humanoid species descends on Earth claiming to be from Migrare-1 and declaring themselves the ancestors of life on Earth. The Migrarians test positive for the DNA match, but it is also found they are capable of breeding with humans. They offer answers and technology in exchange for residence on Earth. Met with both acceptance and rejection from various groups, the Migrarians settle on Earth.
Eighty years pass and the Migrarians and humans have bred together a generation of hybrid children. Half of all families on the Earth are hybrids. Over the years the Migrarians have answered all of humankind's complicated questions. They have explained Christianity and other religions and how they merge. They have merged science and religion. The Earth is at total peace. Although some people are skeptical and a dark feeling is sensed by many.
During the mapping of the Migrarian genome a dormant gene is discovered. Scientists target and activate the gene in a Migrarian clone. The clone becomes unstable and immediately violent. When the clone makes eye contact with other clones in the lab, the gene is triggers in them. Their agenda is to kill human kind. The information is leaked over the instant-net network. Is it a hoax? Families begin to suffer strife and war is struck after years of peace.
Unknown to both humans and Migrarians however, the activation of the gene sends a signal to another alien species. This species, the Daeve, created the Migrarians using human DNA and DNA from planet Migrare-1. They were bred for generations, unaware of their breeders, in total belief of everything they have taught humankind. The Daeve, knowing the time has come, begin preparation of the eradication of the human race. Meanwhile, war rises on planet Earth as Migrarian interpretation of Biblical and other merged religious prophecy starts to be fulfilled. It appears to be the coming of the Apocolypse as Engineers rush against the clock to create a nano-vaccine and nano-cure to disable the gene forever.
At the peak of Apocalyptic chaos, the Daeve come to Earth. They begin triggering the gene in what appears to be random communities. Although it is not random. Children kill their parents. The streets are filled with merciless massacre. Humans seek refuge. Unaffected Migrarians are afraid, many committing suicide. All along, humanity and Migrarians alike, stunned by yet another arrival of newcomers, the Daeve offer both a vaccine and a cure; if only Earth agree to submit to their complete rule. They have 7 days to decide. In the meantime, the genes continue to activate and people continue to die. The Daeve make a presence of Earth awaiting Earth's decision.
Another species, the Ank, have been watching the Daeve for centuries preparing but unaware of their plans. The Daeve invasion causes them to immediate chart for planet Earth. A transmission is open to a small group of somewhat-respected yet aging purist paranormal experts. The Ank, the true creators of life on Earth, hurry to rescue the planet and it's citizens but warn, if Earth submits to the Daeve, the will have to destroy Earth.
As the clock counts down, the experts try to warn others. Skeptics think it's a hoax and try to convince Earth to just submit to the Daeve. Engineers are on the borderline of a breakthrough. Families and governments are ripped apart. Death is everywhere. The Daeve continue to silently cause worldwide catastrophe. And people don't know what to think of the Migrarian hybrids, some with the gene and some without. There being no way to tell if they have the gene or not until it's activated, everyone is afraid.
Will the Ank make it time or will they destroy the Earth? Who is good and who is evil? Who or what is the enemy? Will engineers finalize the cure and vaccine in 7 days? Will the Daeve keep their promise? Will families ever trust again?
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