*The year is CY 10064.*
One that looks upon it could never suspect it of anything. The asteroid glided through space effortlessly, cutting through the darkness that spread out before it. Yet there was something odd about its movements. Most asteroids tend to orbit planets--they are usually controlled by the gravity of a much larger body. But this one moved in space alone, almost with a purpose.
As one gets closer to it, one sees odd-looking crevices on its surface. One may come upon a bolt and finally a knob. Suddenly, you find yourself in the hangar of an enormous ship. As you begin to explore the insides of the ship you see the thousands of rooms, where thousands of individuals are housed. Nietszchean individuals.
Several children stand in a ring around two other sparring male children. It seems like a game, but this could determine which of the two brothers has the potential to be an Alpha Nietzschean--which child could replace his father as leader one day.
The older brother has a crucial year's advantage over the younger one. As the little one lunges at him, he slaps him aside and he falls to the ground. The little one swiftly lifts himself up again, his long hair flying about wildly. He lunges again and the older one grabs his hair and swings him off to one side. The younger brother lies still, defeated. At five years old, the older brother is declared the future Alpha of the Kodiak Pride.
"Hair as long as a female's," Thayer scoffs. "Your hair puts you at a disadvantage, little brother."
Little Tyr gets up off the ground and then wanders off in shame as his mother showers his brother with praise.
Tyr wanders aimlessly in the dark corridors, unsure of where he is going or what he will do. His lineage ensures that he will hold a high postion in the Pride, but as leader he could have reproduced his genes widely. Through his many children he would have been, in a sense, immortal. His children would not stand a chance against the offspring of his brother.
He stumbled upon a large closed door. He looked around. It was the hallway where the older children went to pay their homage to the Creator. Looking upon the door again, Tyr reaches out and opens it.
He walked inside, taking care not to make a sound. In the center of the room lay a large metal crate. He walked over to it, and read the inscription engraved across it.
"Here lie the remains of Drago-Musevini, the Original Progenitor, and first Nietzschean."
He took a step back in awe. Here lay the holiest relic of the Nietzschean race. It amazed him that he too had come from the blood of the Great One. How could he be a failure, if he was connected to the One?
One battle could not decide his destiny. He would dedicate his life to becoming Alpha of Kodiak Pride. When he was strong enough, and fast enough, and skilled enough, he would challenge his brother's position, and he would triumph. He would come out the victor.
One that looks upon it could never suspect it of anything. The asteroid glided through space effortlessly, cutting through the darkness that spread out before it. Yet there was something odd about its movements. Most asteroids tend to orbit planets--they are usually controlled by the gravity of a much larger body. But this one moved in space alone, almost with a purpose.
As one gets closer to it, one sees odd-looking crevices on its surface. One may come upon a bolt and finally a knob. Suddenly, you find yourself in the hangar of an enormous ship. As you begin to explore the insides of the ship you see the thousands of rooms, where thousands of individuals are housed. Nietszchean individuals.
Several children stand in a ring around two other sparring male children. It seems like a game, but this could determine which of the two brothers has the potential to be an Alpha Nietzschean--which child could replace his father as leader one day.
The older brother has a crucial year's advantage over the younger one. As the little one lunges at him, he slaps him aside and he falls to the ground. The little one swiftly lifts himself up again, his long hair flying about wildly. He lunges again and the older one grabs his hair and swings him off to one side. The younger brother lies still, defeated. At five years old, the older brother is declared the future Alpha of the Kodiak Pride.
"Hair as long as a female's," Thayer scoffs. "Your hair puts you at a disadvantage, little brother."
Little Tyr gets up off the ground and then wanders off in shame as his mother showers his brother with praise.
Tyr wanders aimlessly in the dark corridors, unsure of where he is going or what he will do. His lineage ensures that he will hold a high postion in the Pride, but as leader he could have reproduced his genes widely. Through his many children he would have been, in a sense, immortal. His children would not stand a chance against the offspring of his brother.
He stumbled upon a large closed door. He looked around. It was the hallway where the older children went to pay their homage to the Creator. Looking upon the door again, Tyr reaches out and opens it.
He walked inside, taking care not to make a sound. In the center of the room lay a large metal crate. He walked over to it, and read the inscription engraved across it.
"Here lie the remains of Drago-Musevini, the Original Progenitor, and first Nietzschean."
He took a step back in awe. Here lay the holiest relic of the Nietzschean race. It amazed him that he too had come from the blood of the Great One. How could he be a failure, if he was connected to the One?
One battle could not decide his destiny. He would dedicate his life to becoming Alpha of Kodiak Pride. When he was strong enough, and fast enough, and skilled enough, he would challenge his brother's position, and he would triumph. He would come out the victor.