The Dark Earth

SO IT BEGINS...

SESSION ONE, PART ONE

IT WAS A DAY JUST LIKE ANY OTHER. WORK, FOOD, WORK, HOBBIES, SOCIALIZE, HOME, FOOD, SLEEP, WAIT FOR ANOTHER DAY. THAT’S HOW ALL OF THE OTHER DAYS HAVE GONE. THAT’S HOW EVERY OTHER DAY WOULD PROBABLY HAVE GONE ALSO. BUT, THREE STRANGERS IN THREE DIFFERENT AREAS OF NECTAR HAD THEIR NORMAL ROUTINES ALTERED. THEIR DAY WENT VERY DIFFERENTLY THAN IT HAS DONE IN THE PAST. SOMETHING CHANGED. SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT. A FOG SEEMED TO CLOUD THEIR MINDS. IF ONLY THEY COULD PUT THEIR FINGER ON IT.

THEN EACH OF THEM ARE BROUGHT BACK INTO REALITY BY THE VOICE OF THEIR MUSE AS IT INFORMS THEM, “I AM MISSING 24 HOURS OF TIME”. 24 HOURS. GONE. NO MEMORY. NO LIFE LOG RECORDINGS. NO NOTES. NO RECOLLECTION.

HICKS IMMEDIATELY SET TO WORK TO TRY AND FIND OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON. HE BEGAN BY INVESTIGATING HIS OWN APARTMENT. LOOKING FOR ANYTHING THAT WAS OUT OF PLACE, ANY SIGN OF DISTURBANCE, THE ONLY THING HE COULD FIND WAS A FINE LAYER OF DUST THAT SEEMS TO HAVE SETTLED ON AND COATED EVERYTHING. ODD. BUT NOT WHAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR. HICKS GRABBED HIS SIDE ARM AND HEADED OUT TO THE STREETS. SOMEONE HAS TO KNOW SOMETHING, HE THOUGHT.
SHERMAN AND ROAN, OBVIOUSLY STUNNED AND CONFUSED, STOOD IN THEIR APARTMENTS SPEECHLESS. THEY TRIED TO PROCESS WHAT HAPPENED BUT NOT ABLE TO MAKE SENSE OF IT.
ALL THREE WOULD SOON GET AN ANSWER.

L@dyKill3r IS NEW TO LUNA. ‘HE’ CAME TO NECTAR BECAUSE IT IS THE ONLY LUNAR HABITAT CONTROLLED BY THE PLANETARY CONSORTIUM, AND THEREFORE, LESS PUT OFF BY AI AND AGI SENTIENTS. WHEN YOURCOUSINSARE BLAMED FOR THE DOWNFALL OF EARTH AND HUMANITY, IT’S BEST TO GO SOMEWHERE THAT IS A LITTLE MORE OPEN MINDED.
L@dyKill3r DECIDED THAT THE MOST LUCRATIVE THING TO BE DONE ON NECTAR WAS TO BECOME AN INFO-BROKER. THE BUYING AND SELLING OF INFORMATION IS A BUSINESS PRACTICE AS OLD AS THE EARTH. THERE WAS NEVER A SHORTAGE OF CUSTOMERS. THE AGI WAS TESTINGHISSYSTEM AND UPLOADING LIVE VIDEO FEEDS SIMULTANEOUSLY FROM MULTIPLE AREAS OF NECTAR WHEN THERE WAS AN ANOMALY. AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME, IN THREE DIFFERENT LOCATIONS, L@dyKill3r NOTICED WHAT APPEARED TO BE THREE MORPHS IN BLACK SACKS BEING CARRIED OUT OF THEIR HOMES AND PLACED IN THE BACK OF A WAITING VEHICLE. “ODD”, ‘HE’ THOUGHT. THE AGI SCANNED THE SECURITY WAVES AS WELL AS THE MESH, BUT NOTHING. NOTHING STOOD OUT. IT WASN’T DIFFICULT FOR THE AGI TO FIGURE OUT WHO THE APARTMENTS BELONGED TO. ‘HE’ WENT TO WORK TRYING TO LOCATE THE EGO ID OF THE MORPHS THAT LIVED IN THEM. THERE THEY WERE, ROAN; A HYPERCORP SECURITY SPECIALIST, SHERMAN; AVERAGE BUSINESS MAN WHO SEEMS TO KEEP TO HIMSELF, AND HICKS; A PLEASURE POD WITH A HEALTHY REPUTATION AMONG THE SOCIALITES OF NECTAR. THE STRANGE THING THOUGH, ALL THREE OF THEIR EGO ID’S WENT DARK. IT WAS AS THOUGH THEY NO LONGER EXISTED. SOMETHING WAS GOING ON, AND WHEN THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON, THERE IS SOMEONE WHO WILL PAY TO KNOW WHAT IT IS. L@dyKill3r WENT TO WORK TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT. THERE WERE CREDS AND REP HERE FORHIM’ IF ‘HE’ PLAYED HIS CARDS RIGHT.

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