Prologue
The video recording flashed open. On the screen we could see a man, who looked to be in his forties. He had brushy black hair with tints of grey that had not been washed for days.
The man was sitting in a black leather chair in front of a little desk in the middle of a giant metal room. From the smoke that came out of the man's mouth when he breathed, you'd guess it was really cold in there. In fact, you could see a little snow pile in the back of the room.
The man cleared his troat and then spoke up.
-Doctor's journal, recording number 906, January 27th 2245. Many months ago I started my research on the origin and purpose of the human soul. Two weeks from now, my research had come to fruition. You see... the human soul is like the essence of every person, their personality, voice, wisom and much more is stored inside of it. The only part of the human mind that is not stocked in the soul is the memories. This leaves place for a life after death hypothisis. So if we follow this theory, we could move the soul of a person between vessels (a.k.a bodies) and they could wake up as the same person, just without the memories. This therory could save us... considering the world situtiation... I would say that humanity has about a year to live. So I've been hired by the newly formed global governement composed of the U.S, France, England, Canada, China and Russia because they think my reserch can help us survive the apocalypse. We made an underground structure made to conserve the humans until the earth will be ready for us again. Ironically, we called it ''the ark''. And just like noah we will provail, but how you may ask? Well, no human would survive tens of millions of years in an underground strucutre with limited food supplies, so we thought we could change the vessel for them. We've made semi-robotic, semi-organic bodies made to hold the soul of a human. This means that we will prevail, but loose memory of our accomplishements. We'll need a fail-safe to protect us in the future.
He took a deep breath.
-So I decided to create 6 of my own vessels. I call them toa's. Tahu, Gali, Pohatu, Lewa, Kopaka and Onua are all parts of my soul. Together, they are the only chance for us to survive. When we will wake up anew from our deep sleep, they will be there to protect us.
If you see this one day my creations, remember these three values: unity, duty and destiny.
They are the key to our survival as a speicies.
This has been doctor M. Nui, and this will be my last recording.
Farewell.
Chapter One
The video close shut and restarted once again. It had been doing this for millions of years. The metallic room wasnt has clean as before. Vines grew from the celling and many plants convered the floor like a colourful fresque. In the middle lied a giant semi-spheric shape. Its cracked open in a violent ''BANG'' while smoke and vapor came out of it. These systems were trying to recover from their long hibernation. Six grey canisters came out, intact, of where the spheric shape used to be. They all launched up trought chimenies in the roof and after hours of climbing up them the jumped in the blue of the sky. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was out and there were few clouds in the sky. The six canisters fell one by one in a giant ocean that spilled for kilometers. Inside each of them were the creations of Doctor M. Nui. They would drift in this ocean for thousands of years. While they were having a swim, the rest of the ark activated. The futur had begun.
To be continued... up next : The waking of the toas, the discovery of Teridax and more.
