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Lost Hope (Chapter 1 - Intro Part 1)
By Guilty Spark
LAST HOPE
Chapter One
“The world is in grave danger. Humanity is in grave danger. Dr. Joseph Gelding is responsible for this. In 1988 Gelding secretly created a single clone. He had figured out what some people spent the better part of their lives trying to do. Gelding created more clones. He made clones of normal, everyday people. He fronted his project as a doctor’s office, and used some of the blood drawn from people to create a carbon copy of them. But still, this was not good enough for him. He wanted to do something that only the imagination could come up with, until now. Joseph wanted to enhance the clones. He did experiments on them to boost their muscle mass, and rapidly age them to the climax of their lives. But Gelding realized that, if they ever discovered that he didn’t truly rule over them, then they would betray him, and betray his hard work, and have a mind of their own. They would no longer listen to him. So, to prevent this, Gelding brainwashed them all. Now they would only listen to him. Unfortunately, the university that he worked at fired him, and his money used to enhance the clones ran up. He had barely enough to keep himself, and the few clones he had fed. Gelding started to go to a psychiatrist. He started having dreams about the apocalypse coming. One day, while eating dinner by himself, he had a revelation. He could create more clones from the clones he already had. He had everything he would need in his basement. So that’s what he did. This is when a nasty little side effect to the enhanced muscle mass showed up. The clones started to lose their hair, and their faces all seemed to start to morph, until they were all identical. Now there was no way to distinguish them. He eventually returned to the university to ask for his old job back, but was turned down. They had found the perfect replacement for him. His old apprentice. His best student ever, Darius Herman. Gelding confronted Darius about it. Darius did not know about the layoff, he had just been contacted to come in and teach. That is when Darius made a horrible mistake. He left Gelding in his office alone, and that’s when Gelding saw it. Plans on Herman’s desk, for mankind’s greatest dream. Their greatest ambition. They were plans for a time machine. So Gelding grabbed the plans and left. He went into hiding with his clones. That was fifteen years ago and we still don’t know where he is.” The strange, but well dressed man finished his speech. There were six men in front of him.
The first one was Dr. Ian Malcolm. A chaotician, Malcolm was part of the “Jurassic Park Incident” back in 1992. Malcolm wore all black and, even though they were inside, and the room wasn’t well lit, sunglasses. Malcolm looked at the man who had just finished speaking oddly, as if he already knew the answer that was coming to the question he was about to ask, “And, uh, who…who, are you?”
The man smiled, he couldn’t have been any older than thirty-five, but his hair was showing a lot of grey. The man looked at Malcolm, dead in the eyes, “I am Darius Herman.”
“Ah, yes, yes, just as I, uh, predicted.” Ian replied.
The man next to Ian snorted. John McClane, of the NYPD. John had seen tough times in the past and didn’t need anymore problems. He sipped at the beer he was holding in his hand. Why was it that every time something came up, somebody had to come and get him, and ruin a perfectly good hang over.
Malcolm looked at McClane reproachfully, “May I ask what you find so, uh, funny?”
John looked up at Malcolm, a grin on his face, then he said in a mock tone, “’Ah, yes, yes, just as I, uh, predicted.’ I mean, you sound like a frigging idiot. There is no way that you knew his name was Darius.”
Malcolm had to use everything he had to hold back his anger, “I don’t appreciate being mocked. Thank you.”
McClane was about to say something else, but a voice from his other side cut him off, “Hey, why don’t, you two knock it off? Obviously we are all needed in this situation, whatever that may turn out to be, so maybe you guys should just listen,” This was Captain J.F. Blake, John and Ian looked at him like they had just been slapped across the face, but Blake just turned to Darius, “You have me and my men. We will help in anyway possible. Anyone who can get past the government to contact me deserves my help.”
Darius smiled yet again, and he nodded, “Good, good. The others should be here momentarily. Mr. Malcolm, Mr. McClane, I hope you will assist me too?”
McClane nodded slowly, as did Malcolm. It was more curiosity then anything that got them to go along with it.
Darius smiled around at them. He sure seemed happy for some reason. Then it hit McClane, “What, others?”
Darius looked at him as if he were a small child asking an insanely simple question, then he answered, “You surely didn’t think that you six men were the only people I called upon to assist me? Oh no, we have got some highly qualified people on this, including yourselves.”
That’s when a knock came from the back door down the hall. They were all gathered in an old, abandoned looking, warehouse. Darius excused himself and walked down the hallway to get the door. A couple of Blake’s soldiers started to talk amongst themselves. Blake just stared at the floor, and John turned to Ian, “What do you think about all of this?”
“I, uh, think it is all preposterous to be frank. I won’t believe all that stuff about a time machine until I get to see the machine itself.”
John looked at him for a second, “So in other words you think this guy is full of shit?”
“Uh, yes, to put it simply, he is full of shit.”
Darius walked back in, a big grin on his face, and he opened his arms wide, “It is time for you to meet the others! Some of them have just arrived, and the last couple will be arriving soon, but before I send out our ‘retrieval specialist’ I have something to show you all.”
They all followed him out of the room, and down the hall a ways, and then into a very large room. They could have fit several houses in here. At the far end of the room sat a machine that looked oddly like a giant metal spider standing over a platform about twenty feet in diameter.
John let out a low whistle upon seeing this. Ian just kind of stood still, while Blake and his men walked over to it.
Blake eyed it up and down, “This must be that time machine you were talking about.”
“Yes, only, I am not sure that ‘time machine’ is the right name for it. It doesn’t just send people back and forth through time, it sends them through wormholes or sorts, that go into what I like to call ‘opposing realities’”
Kroke, one of Blake’s men, looked at Darius with a raised eyebrow, “You mean this thing sucks you into another dimension?”
“Yes, I guess you could put it like that.” Darius said slowly.
* * *
The year is 2029. John Conner leads the human resistance against Skynet. John’s best friend, and best soldier, Kyle Reese walks down a dark hallway in one of the few remaining human compounds that the machines have not found yet. Kyle continued down the hallway when he heard something. He turned around, to see that down the hall was a machine. A T-800, one of the best that there was anymore. This one was undisguised and carried a pulse rifle. It lumbered towards him. He was all alone and unarmed. He was as good as dead. He fell back, but someone caught him. He looked up to see another T-800, but this one was disguised to look human, but Kyle could recognize them. Here he was, stuck between two machines. The disguised one grabbed him and started to drag him away, and pointed a sawed-off shotgun at the other machine. The other one raised the pulse rifle, and was about to open fire when it started to shudder and fell to the ground. Behind to stood John Conner with a pulse rifle. He walked quickly over to Kyle and grabbed his arm as the terminator took point. John began to explain what was happening in the past. About how humanity was up against something that could be as bad as Skynet. Something called the Dark Army. John took him to a small platform on the ground that began to glow when Kyle stepped on it.
Kyle’s eyes were still glued to the terminator that had stepped onto the platform with him, “What the fuck is that thing doing here then?”
John flicked a switch on the wall, “He is from the past, the people who need your help sent him. You can trust him.”
Kyle saw everything dissolve to blackness.
* * *
Blake, Malcolm, and McClane were still staring at the strange device when the platform started to glow bright white. A flash of light as bright as the sun itself flared up, and just as quickly ceased. They all stared at it. Where there was nothing a few seconds ago, two men now stood. One was wearing a tattered trench coat, and looked as if he was about to piss himself, while the other man looked completely calm. The bigger of the two, the calm one, was holding a shotgun in one hand and the other man’s collar in the other.
Darius motioned to the smaller man, “Kyle Reese, how good to see you. May I introduce to you Mr. Ian Malcolm,” he made a wave to Malcolm who’s mouth hung open at what he had just seen happen, “Captain J.F. Blake, who currently is working with the government,” he moved his hand from Ian’s direction over to Blake’s, “and Mr. John McClane, of the NYPD.” John just nodded his head.
Darius began walking towards another door that was situated behind the machine, “Now, if I may ask you to follow me, I would like to introduce you to the rest of the group.”
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
7/27/2003 7:44:47 PM
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