Prologue
Rouillé Minuteur, a 17 year old boy who lived in the French countryside during 1789. His mother was a harlot, his father was an aristocrat that hadn't claimed him. He had two half brothers he knew of, living with his upper-class father, and one sister he was sure of.
Things were changing in this time, with the revolution and all, so during a rush to a nobleman's house, Rouillé had to relieve himself, though when he was done, the rest of the group left. So he wandered in the darkness of night, and fell through a patch of unstable soil. When he looked up, he saw a glowing purple crystal, a skeleton lying beside it.
Chapter 1: The Future
Part 1 - 300 Hundred Years, They Say - Somewhere In Time.
Rouillé touched the crystal, and he felt its energy, electricity shocking him. He felt the shocking energy of the stone course through his body and the cells that made it. Electricity coursed through his veins, making them glow purple. He felt the power rush through his body, until it was too much to handle, and he fainted.
“HEY BOZO, GET THE FUCK UP!” A man yelled at Rouillé and kicked his thigh.
Rouillé woke up to see a man over him, he quickly stood up and yelled “C'EST QUOI CE BORDEL?”
“... Huh?” The man looked at most two years older than Rouillé, he had tawny skin, long dreads that flowed down to his chest and weird pieces of metal, above his eye and below his ear.
“Où suis-je?” Rouillé said, confused and shook.
“Ok bud, I don't know where you think you are, but here you speak English.”
“Putain, tu dis-” The man tapped a finger on the piece of metal below his ear “-Ok kid, now speak.”
Rouillé, now understanding the man, grabbed his shoulders and asked “WHERE AM I????”
The man gently brushed Rouillé’s hand off his shoulder. “Wierd fuckin question, but hey you are dressed as a… colonizer?” The man waved his hand up and down.
“Colonizer? YOU CALL ME A DAMN COLONIZER?” Rouillé yelled, pointing at himself.
“If you ain't one, what the fuck are you?”
“A man. A man at war.” Rouillé said with confidence.
“Really? Cause I don't see a single tiki on you... shit, i dont see any implants on you...?” The man said confused.
Rouillé removed his other hand from the man's shoulder and said “This is past my original question, where do I be?”
“Miami, Florida.” The man said both annoyed and playfully.
Rouillé looked off and back at the man. “What is this ‘Florida’?”
“You aren't the sharpest, are you?”
“For what purpose are you dressed like.. that?”
“Uh… this is the twenty fifty seven Vancuni drop?”
“T-twenty what?”
“Twenty. Fifty. Seven. You know, 40 years ago?”
“S-so its-”
“-Twenty ninety seven.”
“N-no-” Rouillé chuckled “-Its seventeen eighty nine.”
The man laughed in Rouillé's face. “SEVENTEEN EIGHTY NINE?? HA HA-” the man wiped a tear from his eye “-Ough, you're funny mister, very funny.”
“How do I explain this situation- I'm so sorry to ask this, but may I please come to your living quarters?”
“Ugh, you're lucky I'm feeling charitable right now, what's your name, man?”
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
“Rouillé- Rouillé Minetuer.”
“Ok bud, I'm Conan. Now come with me, monsieur Minetuer” The man tapped the metal below his ear again, and started walking off, hands in his pockets.
Part 2 - They Put Something in Me - Space Oddity
Rouillé wandered with Conan and sat outside of a corner store, looking at the towering buildings, shaking with fear as they were higher than he could comprehend, until he heard “This'll hurt-” from behind him before he felt something stab into his neck, Conan walked in front of him and said “-There we go, you'll see the interface and stuff-” before Rouillé saw a screen taking up eighty percent of his view that had French, Spanish and English writing.
“AAH!” Rouillé put his hands in front of his face, trying to get rid of the hologram. “WITCHCRAFT, WITCHCRAFT-”
“-It's called ‘technology’ bud.” Conan sat down next to Rouillé.
“I- I can understand you? WHAT IS THIS STRANGE LANGUAGE?” Rouillé had a French accent.
“English. I got everything already coded and set for you, (plus a couple modded features) unfortunately the accent package costs more so you're stuck with yours.”
Rouillé started getting spikes and chills “Why does- everything- hurt?”
“That's just the microtech… like I said, modded. Dont worry, you'll get used to it.”
“AUGH- WHAT DOES IT EVEN DO?”
“Heals everything that's wrong. Should see the notifications pop up in a sec-”
“ ‘Healed diarrhea, broken toe(s), skull fracture(s), lowered stress and adrenaline’... the fuck does that mean?”
“You aren't sick. And you wont get a seizure every time you see a building.”
“But… how?”
“Micro- it isn't worth explaining- just come on, my apartment ain't too much farther.” Conan grabbed Rouillé's hand and guided him to his apartment.
Conan pulled up a dining room chair and sat on the couch in his living room “Ok, now it's time for the real questions, number one, why are your veins still glowing like that? The microtech should have healed your radiation sickness, unless you have something worse…”
“Well, I guess I should start from the beginning… I was in seventeen eighty nine, me and other revolutionaries were about to storm Bastille, but I had to release my waste, and by time I was done, the group I was with left. So I wandered through the dark, and fell into a hole, that's when I found a glowing purple crystal… I touched it, it started to light up and… here am I.”
“So where's the crystal?” Conan asked
“In my pocket, I felt it when I woke up in that alley.”
“Well-” Conan stretched his hand out and shook his head towards it “Lemme see the crystal?”
“Ah, yes.” Rouillé took the crystal out of his pocket and handed it over.
Conan lightly tossed the crystal up and down in his hand “That's how I know you're telling the truth…”
“Huh?”
“Nobody would just hand over a GLOWING crystal these days… you had said no, and I knew you'd been lying-” Conan got a pop-up in his view ‘WARNING: RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL VERY CLOSE. TYPE; V. STRONG.’ “SHIT THIS THINGS RADIOACTIVE AS FUCK-” Conan tossed the crystal on the table “-Huh…”
“What?”
“My implant said this thing is like a nuclear reactor by itself… but I don't feel anything…”
“Oh, it did electrocute me when I touched it-”
“-... AND YOU TELL ME NOW?!? **AFTER** I TOUCH IT?” Conans eyebrows scowled.
“Well you didn't get electrocuted.”
“Well… I guess that's right. Would explain how you got those purple veins… we're gonna need to find you some type of goggles cause those eyes are horrifying.” Conan got up and searched through the closet next to the entrance, grabbing a pair of goggles.
“Take these, they'll make you easier to talk to.” Conan threw the goggles onto the table in front of Rouillé. Rouillé grabbed the goggles. They were heavy and silver with two thin slots on the sides of them, they had thick leather straps, on the side of one was a small loop, the lenses themselves were a clouded semi-opaque white. When Rouillé put them on, the loop on them clicked onto his implant and they asked very audibly. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” The voice of the goggles AI was rusty, loud and gritty, like the speakers weren't cleaned for a while.
“Rouillé” Conan yelled.
“HELLO *ROUILLÉ* WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE GLASS GOGGLE INTERFACE, TO START-”
“-BYPASS.” Conan yelled again.
“USER STARTUP: BYPASSED. ENTER CHIP.”
Conan walked up to Rouillé and opened his hand, in his palm were two slim microchips “Take these, they're thermal detection and implant reading.” Rouillé took them and tried to slip them in, and when he did, “THERMAL READING, ACCEPTED. IMPLANT DETECTION, DECLINED. REASON: NO READER.”
“Damn… gonna have to look for parts.”
“How do we acquire these ‘parts’”
“We're gonna have to steal em’.”
“STEAL? From whom?”
“Danison Electronics… highest grade implant seller in the country, legal and illegal implants, they have em’. Fortunately they have easy security, and their biggest warehouse is in Miami.”
“But… stealing is wrong?”
“After everything they've done? They deserve it. Think of it as us robin-hooding, steal from the rich, and give to the poor (ourselves.)”
“Ok let's go!”
“Not with your ass looking like a peasant, go put something on from my closet.”