{this is just an idea I got and I'm trying it in a few RP places, this is the only place in WF that I think this thread would go in. If not, please let me know.}
(NOTE: Alright, this is loosely based off of "Alpha Centauri" a game released back in 1999. But anyways, I was thinking, as a test, just to put up an RP for it. So, if you've not heard of Alpha Centauri, you can probably look up the story. If you have, well jump in. Start off the way I did though, okay?)
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sid_Meier's_Alpha_Centauri#Factions )
You start out as a drone, you can choose what faction you're apart of.
The factions are:
"The Spartan Federation" led by Colonel Corazon Santiago who is a survivalist from Old Puerto Rico.
"Gaia's Stepdaughters" led by Lady Deirdre Skye who is an ecologist who abhors against ecological destruction.
"Univestiy of Planet" which is led by Academician Prokhor Zakharov who is a scientific genious.
"Peacekeeping Forces" which is led by Commissioner Pravin Lal who attemps to keep U.N. regulations.
"Human Hive" which is led by Chairman Sheng-Ji Yang who is a communist/collectivist type of leader.
"Lord's Believers" which is led by Sister Miriam Godwinson, a faction wary of secular technology.
"Morgon Industries" which is led by Nwabudike Morgan who is a neo-liberal who strongly believes in free market.
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It was on the day of 2306 that cloning vat number 580 finished processing and discharged it’s new drone. Assignment detail began processing as the drone fell to his knee’s, coughing up the chemicals and fluids still in his lungs along with the older nutrients still in his stomach. Similar to a child, new skin, no hair, and innocence, the subject was picked up by two mechanical arms and lifted to his feet. The sense of balance came quickly, as the psi programs sent through his mind for the past three months had told him everything he would need to know.
His sense of vertigo dissipated as he stared at the blank metallic wall across from him, collecting his though. He knew next he was to wait for his orders, his life assignment in this colony. The wall, no seam at first, slid open and a tray extended towards him. A large towel and identification were his first possessions. Grabbing the towel he wiped the vats fluid off, first the first time feeling dry skin and the feeling of real material on his skin.
Next, he picked up the identification card, no name was printed, only his personal identification code. “Drone, series cH15.” The rest of the card had his own personalized physical attributes. He read over the short description, brown eyes, brown hair, light brown skin, height ‘5”11. These were random attributes to make him feel and seem more human, rather than being a drone.
“Please cH15, head to your next checkpoint for full initiation and assignment.” A lifelike and friendly female voice spoke from an unseen speaker. He remembered from the psi programs where to head next. Turning left from his recent three month home he quickly walked down the cold metallic hallway, past the other vats. Each vat gave off a light blue light from the chemicals which suspended each subject. Each one different, unique in it’s own way, some of them had only hours before they were released into the world. A few vats, halfway full, were still draining from recent drones who left only moments before.
Reaching the end of the hallway the wall with no seams once again slid open, revealing a white hallway with an almost mystic like design of pattern which flowed along the walls. He followed this new hall, it’s vivid colors guided him through his first walk into a real world. He once again stopped in front of a new sliding door which had a scanner located at elbow height to its right.
“Please present your identification.” The friendly female voice stated again as the scanner lit up with little green lights that buzzed around inside it. He scanned his card and the door slid open, revealing another new room. “Hello cH15, please proceed to a showering area for cleansing, instructions will follow afterwards.
This new experience was most interesting, almost exciting compared to the thousands of psi programs which he had seen in the cloning vat. Today was the beginning of yet another life.
