Redeem, Revive, Revolt

By: Lucius Seneca and Stillmatic

Prologue: The Story So Far


Life is sporadic, it changes, mutates, and refuses discriminate against anything that has ever breathed. Life is the most basic form of virus that spreads like wildfire through whatever medium it can dig its greedy claws into. Earth was once such a medium for the epitome of life: the human race. Like the disease it was, humanity infected every corner of the globe, crawling across the Earth like an unstoppable pathogen, soon bringing the world to its knees through sheer willpower and ever-advancing technology which wreaked havoc on the ecosystem and lives of other creatures around them. Without realization of the effects of their actions, humans became the dominant species, ruling over all of their planet with an iron grip. There nothing above them other than their longing for the greater advancement of themselves; A rather selfish undertaking. Even in such a day and age, there were many who deviated from this path, instead turning to a much crueler standpoint. War had long been a creation that existed far before the humans, but despite being late in discovering such a thing, they embodied it and perfected it, ripping apart continents, leaving millions dead, but still managing to keep the world alive as a whole.

War inspired the technologies that devastated the Earth, utterly wiping out battlefields and smearing lives off the face of the world. But such gruesome and gritty things as war gave way to differing advancements, and prosperity as well as a new understanding of the universe began to unravel itself to humanity. There was no limit to science, and it was pursued by these creatures since the very beginnings of their inception into the world. From fire to the wheel, progress was slow but steady. Life had given birth to a new species bent on dominance of the universe, even during such primitive times. However, that very same catalyst would become the very downfall of this great species, completely mitigating hope and slaughtering the foundations of civilizations and societies that had occupied their ancestral lands. Life, of course, had the ace up its sleeve; Such was to be expected, but it had been forgotten by the greedy and lustful humans.

The Congo, a veritable Eden for the spread of life, conceived the strings of DNA that would ensure the downfall of greatness, the collapse of ultimate dominance, and the vanishing act which would wipe mankind from the face of the Earth. It was unforeseen and decisively quick in escaping the confines of the country, becoming a deadly and invisible fugitive in mere days. Little by little, towns and villages were wiped out. Coverage of such events was nonexistent, and whole cultures fell quickly in the wake of this new competitor. When attention was directed at this virus, it was far too late. The spread had increased and without any warning, the disease mutated beyond all expectations. No more was it benign and waiting to strike. It had risen up from the bodies of the infected and horrifically deformed their bodies to the point of decomposition.

A fitting name was given to it by Western scientists due to its characteristics; labeled the Intensive Internal Decomposition Virus, this highly infectious pathogen would rot humans from the inside out, with the only early symptoms being stomach pains. During the last stages of infection, boils and chancres would emerge from the skin and explode outwards, covering any nearby surface and creature. Air, water and direct touch could spread the microorganism easily, leaving populations worldwide taking hits and slowly losing numbers. Despite all attempts at slowing or stopping this virus, it managed to efficiently kill the most secluded humans; even those supplied with biological containment equipment were no match for the bile-like substance that was signature to an infected individual. Governments across the globe were in a frenzy, each trying to contain the horrors of an unknown ailment.

The United Nations, a relic of the 20th Century, forced cooperation between as many first-world countries as possible. The Pathogenic Containment Committee, a large U.N. sponsored group consisting of the greatest minds in the medical field, was able to seize control and grip societies. Using resources from every willing nation, the PCC had facilities either created or renovated in order to accommodate the new research being done into the IIDV. With billions of dollars being poured into these facilities as a hopeful attempt to stop the virus, society crumbled without hesitation due to lack of support. Months had passed, further cleansing humanity from Earth and leaving shattered dreams lying about. Progress into developing a vaccine was increasingly slow as pressure skyrocketed.

Later, a certain characteristic would present itself as an indicator to immunity of the IIDV. The lighter the hue of an individual's eye color specified just how susceptible to infection a human was. Brown and hazel eyed persons were left without any hope, whether from their own genetics or the lack of development towards the vaccine. Some humans, however, were able to keep in constant contact with infected surfaces and people without as much as a single symptom. These light-eyed people carried the traits of either blue or green eyes, with green being the more resistant indicator. No other immunofactors presented themselves as scientists slowly lost the drive to continue their research. Many had left to spend their last moments with their families, only to find that some of them had already been used and left to rot by the IIDV. And so the end truly began.

Whole nations had fallen apart, leading to worldwide states of turmoil. By September 18th of 2013, every minor country incapable of shutting out the virus was left in ruins, with some having no population at all. Still, humanity had yet to given up its struggle to find a vaccine for the IIDV. In time, each facility around the globe had shut down and was left in the care of their respective artificial intelligences. Each underground compound boasted varying features, but the A.I.'s that ran them closed off their doors when their use had run out. Unbeknownst to the survivors at this point, humans still indeed resided in the facility, left frozen in time and unable to free themselves. The security system, utilizing special fields, meant to literally lock an area in space off from the rest of the universe, detained the immune humans who were the research subjects of these facilities. Over time, these underground complexes were completely forgotten as humanity faced yet another challenge.

A new strain of the IIDV emerged, this time affecting the fauna of Earth directly and mutating them wildly. Entire species died out while others prospered magnificently in the new world. The surviving order of scientists had dubbed this new strain the Advanced Evolutionary Cell Mutagen. The AECM was capable of radically changing the structure of regular creatures; from dogs to horses, nothing was left as it was before. These new and ever-changing creatures became incredibly violent towards humans specifically, ignoring anything else. Their targets however, would not die off so easily. True to their nature, the last bastion of humans persevered until the fateful day of February 16th, 2014. In only two years, humanity had been successfully destroyed by one single thing: Life.

Life had been the source of the suffering, and it had been the creator of the salve. As the last human fell to the forces of the mutants, nothing was left in their way from spreading across the globe and forming their own societies, albeit very primitive ones. Over the course of nearly three thousand and five hundred years, these new creatures dominated the land in the same way humanity had, but in a far less aggressive way. Nations and countries sprung from the tribes and groups, leading to diplomacy and leaders emerging. A new world had completely overridden what humanity had spent thousands of years creating leaving not a single surface remnant of the great species.

Of course, life had been just as tricky and unpredictable to this new world as it had been to the humans. Defying everything, the ancient underground compounds, facilities, and complexes had survived intact, with the immune humans still contained within. Humanity's dogmatic legacy had lived on, and held its spot for thousands of years in the shadows of the surface world. Over a mile underground, these world-wide areas remained unseen by any of the creatures, leaving them to be discovered to anyone willing to finally unveil the remnants of ancient civilizations. One pony in particular would ultimately begin the greatest uprising to have ever graced Earth, leaving it unsure of its current state and with an old, legendary challenger ready to steal back what it had lost.

However, not all would be easy for these last surviving humans and trouble would become a rampant problem. Still, from the deepest recesses of the Earth, the greatest species to have ever walked the planet would claim their land again. Two humans in specific, both green-eyed, had been cell mates until a fateful event that would alter the course of Earth's history. Bringing about a new age, their actions would become the stepping stones of the resurrection of an entire species. They would redeem themselves, revive their remaining brothers and sisters, and revolt against the system put in place by the occupiers of the land they willingly spilled their own blood on. Despite all that had demanded their existence to cease, they would press forward and restore a lost species' glory. A human revolution was, unknown to everyone, about to take place once again.


Well, I said me and Lucius were working on a new fic. Expect some good shit to arise, because this dynamic duo is going to completely obliterate the bar.

As always, Stay Trilla.