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Name: "talking"/*thinking* & [sounds] (A/N: author note)
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I half hardheartedly checked the mail that came through my Data Band on my wrist hoping that I would get a favorable reply to join the exploration and colonization ship Lazarus.
Sadly there were no new messages. [Sigh] can't escape my Recent History exam... Oh well, might as review. (A/N: I wonder why this is here... Coincidence?)
Roughly 3,500 cycles (A/N: 1 cycle = 1 year) ago: The Tyrans race was discovered by the Humans, who tended to keep to the edge of the galaxy due to the massive amount of radiation that the super-massive black hole at the center of our Galaxy, Pyrus bk-201. (A/N: Darker than Black? Anyone?)
Surprisingly, the Tyrans, named after their home planet Tyra, are very similar to the Humans, and apart from the irises always being yellow and the whites of their eyes are always black. It took the Humans about a 100 cycles to bridge the language gap, and once that was done, the uplifting began.
The uplifting started off very slow due to the Tyran’s suspicions as the Humans looked highly similar to them. They believed that the god of mischief and lies, Ger, had made them in an attempt to infuriate the other two gods. While others believed the god of progress, Jove, made them to help us.
The latter faction won the religious war that ensued and after 50 cycles true progress began. The uplifting finished around 400 cycles ago due to the Tyrans being in a metaphorical stone age compared to the era the Humans were in.
About 300 cycles ago the exploration and colonization ship, Lazarus, was started and 10 cycles ago it had been finished. Then the school systems adopted all the curriculums that associate them and assign student to the department that they excel in.
How this was detected was due to a mistake when the first body scanner was made. Instead of it reading the maximum abilities of your body as it was, it read what your mind and body was best suited to learning.
This is part of the reason why I was in the Survivalists Corps. The SC is very much how it sounds; you are taught how to survive. Funny thing is it is a very common aptitude, however not many students survive the classes. Luckily I survived and am about to delve into our society… Unless I fail the Recent History exam…
[Ding] (A/N: imagine one of those annoying “You’ve got mail!” sounds)
I quickly check my DB (A/N: Data Band) hoping it is the reply from the survey I filled out for the possibility of being selected for the journey on the Lazarus.
[Sigh] I check the mail and it simply is a message from my Mother asking if I am on my way to school… I quickly type my reply and rush out the door.
As I arrive to school however, the sight of two really buff dudes wearing the standard suit with sunglasses greets me. They exude the aura of a bodyguard; they are built like Soot-ball (A/N: think American Football) players times two. Normally at a school no one like that is there but today seems special probably because the two gargantuan men are there. I happen to over hear them asking around for a “Jove”.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
???: Crap that’s me.
I try to blend in as best as I can but some of the students beside me point at me when they get asked as I try to sneak by. Do I fight back? NO! I [sigh] for the third time today and hope I am not in trouble.
The buff dudes simply grab my shoulders as I try to scoot past and guide me out of earshot of the other students. A few try to ‘casually’ over hear what they want to say but are shooed away by the buff dudes glaring at them through their sunglasses.
I am lead into a black hover car that looks very expensive. On top of hover cars being hard to produce due to the Reverse Gravity Generator or RGGR or short and few models being made before the resources were redirected to project Lazarus. This car probably is worth 40k Jurors (A/N: 1 Jurors = 10 USD).
One of the burly dudes opens the door as the other shows me the way in… ‘Gently’…
Inside, a goddess in Tyrans form meets me. My mouth simply falls open as my eyes go wide. I wouldn’t be able to describe her except for her skin being as pale as the snow, her hair as dark as a moonless night in the wilderness while seeming to flow from her head like a river flowing gently towards the sea stopping just below her shoulders. Her lips are a soft pink as the ends curl up in a small smile.
Then I realize I seem to have lost control of my lower jaw as I snap it shut. She is wearing a suit similar to the burly dudes however hers has the Lazarus logo of a half a ship exiting a planet with three moons, I instantly recognize both, the planet is Tyra and the ship is Lazarus.
Goddess: “Hello Mr. Jove, quite the unique name you have. Do you know why I am here?”
Jove: “T-thanks, it is because I am half Tyran showing the progress the Humans and Tyrans have achieved and I can only guess why I am here.”
Goddess: “Oh, and what is that guess?”
Jove: “Well… That you’ve fallen madly in love with me and had to contact me.”
As I finished the goddess couldn’t help but chuckle and I quickly glance at the buff dude who sat down to my left whole the other climbed in on the other side, when they did this I could not tell but it was probably when I was distracted by the goddess’s beauty but both had a slight grin.
Jove: “But in all seriousness, I guess I made the cut huh?”
Goddess: “Yes, yes you did, in fact we are en route to the shuttle that will ferry you to the Lazarus now.”
Jove: “So I don’t have to take that Recent History exam.” [Eye roll] “Damn I studied for nothing…”
Earning me another smirk from the buff dudes and a slight chuckle from the goddess.
Soon enough the Hover car stops and the goddess hands me a slip of paper that she materializes out of her DB. The sheet has all the procedures I need to go through on it as well as my room number on the Lazarus. As the hover car closes I quickly ask a question.
Jove: “I never did catch you name?”
Goddess: “It’s Thea.”
Jove: “Hope we meet again soon Thea.”
Thea: “I am sure we will.” [Chuckle]
Just as the Hover car takes off, I turn towards the shuttle and swipe my DB over the scanner to be checked to see if I am authorized to enter the one-way trip to the unknown.
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